An ugly scar stretched from the shaved chin to the ear of the man that stood guard at the entrance of the car workshop which housed Sawyer’s office.
Chip didn’t bother to pretend he wasn’t staring at that scar. The white, thick line that twisted like a snake almost dissected the man’s cheek in two. It definitely did nothing to improve the man’s looks. Handsome would never be used in the same sentence as what Chip was staring at. Hell, he was certain even the saying a ‘face only a mother could love’ would still be too kind.
Lazily, with bored curiosity, Chip’s eyes took in the rest of the man. He had thighs for arms, which were covered in swollen veins, and tattoos that looked more like a blur of messy ink than actual designs. The goon’s lower body was even worse. Chip was reminded of th
