"Iago, you asshole!" I grin, laughing and halfheartedly lobbing another snowball his way. I try to brush the snow off me as we walk in. Dunno what was in that last drink of Verdi's but I'm not cold at all. Which is surprising cos I think when he pushed me in the bank I felt snow go down my pants.
"Hey, guys!"
I look up, hearing the familiar voice and smile back at Zann. "Hi Z---" --"YOU! I've got one hell of a bone to pick with you, you inbred little fuck! What the hell do you think you're doing to my little girl?!"
Oh for fucks sake, Iago, who and what have you been doing while I'm at work? Fuck, can't you keep it in your pants at all? EVER??
Before I can finish the thought, I'm jumping in front of Iago and a low growl is rumbling in my throat. I don't know if he deserves it or not but this guy definitely wants to do more than slap him. I catch his scent, man, dog and something that reminds me of running at night or more like being chased. What the fuck.
"I'd rather no one got thrown through a window; glass is expensive. Feel free to throw each other about in the yard if need be. Try not to scare the horses."
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"Iago, you asshole!" I grin, laughing and halfheartedly lobbing another snowball his way. I try to brush the snow off me as we walk in. Dunno what was in that last drink of Verdi's but I'm not cold at all. Which is surprising cos I think when he pushed me in the bank I felt snow go down my pants.
"Hey, guys!"
I look up, hearing the familiar voice and smile back at Zann. "Hi Z---" --"YOU! I've got one hell of a bone to pick with you, you inbred little fuck! What the hell do you think you're doing to my little girl?!"
Oh for fucks sake, Iago, who and what have you been doing while I'm at work? Fuck, can't you keep it in your pants at all? EVER??
Before I can finish the thought, I'm jumping in front of Iago and a low growl is rumbling in my throat. I don't know if he deserves it or not but this guy definitely wants to do more than slap him. I catch his scent, man, dog and something that reminds me of running at night or more like being chased. What the fuck.
"I'd rather no one got thrown through a window; glass is expensive. Feel free to throw each other about in the yard if need be. Try not to scare the horses."
Oh thanks, Valmont, Ass.