Renegade Wolves
The only communication device we had was an old rotary phone that was located in the bar.
“Be safe James,” I tell my friend, “Don’t go playing hero and getting yourself killed.”
Jamerson laughs lightly, “I should say the same to you, but neither of us is going to go out this way.” He shakes his head in amusement. “When we die, it will be because we are old, and our wolves are fed up with us.”
“Not me.” Killian declares strolling up next to us. “If I die, I’m going out while some hot piece of ass is riding my dick.” Killian smiles, but that grin quickly drops, a dubious calculating look takes its place.
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