Little Bird
His hands, concealed behind him, casually brush against the handles of his trusty firearms, snugly nestled in the back holster.
But that isn't all, for he's also armed with a retractable batten and a hunter's knife, ready to strike at a moment's notice.
He came here packing, ready to take on every mother fucker that has the balls to cross me and surprisingly, Blake has been the only one to do so.
I drag Blake into the middle of the dance floor. The thick scent of curiosity hangs in the air as everyone starts to circle us.
Some smile while others stare at one another with their brows raised before their attention returns to us.
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