Rebel
“He is in room 28. He may be drunk. We need to do this as quietly as possible. There are a few out-of-town guests. I will go in. Killer, you cover the exit in case he gets past me. Dom, you are our look-out. “Really?” he asks, frowning. “Yes, you are still on the mend. But you can still have some fun after we get him.” “Fine,” he grumbles.
“Aww, you look so cute when you pout,” I say, and Killer snickers. “f**k off. Go get him before he gets away,” Dom says, folding his arms in annoyance. “Yes sir,” I say, and give him a mock salute. He just rolls his eyes, and that makes me laugh. “Come on lover boy,” I tell Killer, and he stops laughing and shows me the middle finger. Ever since his improv on Zander’s jet, I have been calling him that to piss him off. I just chuckle and walk awa
