Chapter Eleven
When we got back Irena was pissed off, to say the least.
“What the hell were you thinking!!!?” Irena yelled from behind her desk, hands formed into fists as she pounded the mahogany surface. “I can understand if you were worked into the ground and weren’t getting any rope and p***y, but that’s your job here! You could have ruined everything!”
“Where have I heard that before,” I mumbled.
“Shut up, Hawk,” Irena snapped. “I gave you all this, and I can take it away.”
“And I’ve heard that before too,” I said, keeping a lid on my anger and slowly coming around the desk. “I don’t like being threatened, especially when people don’t play straight with me. You aren’t anywhere near paying off Stockard, are you? Because instead of cash you’re sending slave girls over there as paym
