Chapter 6: With Friends Like These…Goddammit. Oskar watched as that ass—that fine ass that he’d been in only hours before—vanished around a corner.
“Looks like you missed dinner,” Jones sniggered.
Oskar glanced down at the shattered plates and the salad that was scattered across the floor. God, he wanted to slug the stupid grunt.
“Couldn’t happen to a more deserving son of a bitch.”
“Why do you hate him so much, Jones? What did he ever do to you?”
“He didn’t have to do anything. He’s an irritating prick who thinks he’s better than anyone in this city.”
“How do you figure that?” Oskar had to admit he’d thought the same until he’d gotten to know the man.
“He’s always got his nose in the air, f*****g looking down at everyone. He never says a word.”
“He’s just introverted.”
“So what?
