Jake’s bravado fell away. His righteous rage became the ire of a petulant child. “So? I don’t care about him. f**k Croyden.”
“I know. Croyden seems a bit harsh if you ask me. But I respect my clients, and I see that he’s worried about you. They all are back at the pack.”
“Well, f**k the pack. They don’t care. Especially not about me.” Jake huffed. He turned around to fully face Sheamus now. His cigarette was in his hand, ashing faster than Sheamus thought possible. Each time they’d spoken, a puff of cloud emerged from their mouths, either cold air or smoke. The cigarette smelled heavenly, despite of its cancerous edge. It brought back too many good memories for Sheamus, good times before Toronto seemed to literally go feral. Despite of how angry Jake was now, especially as he continued t
