CHAPTER 15
He couldn’t believe it when those fuckers grabbed his mate and began dragging him away. Flyer tried to get up to stop it, but one of the guys dug his knee in Flyer’s back and knocked the wind out of him. He heard the other guy scream out something about a porcupine and quills and how it hurt like a motherfucker and Flyer began to laugh. Ireland must have shifted and got him good with his quills.
As one yelled about the pain, the other guy had lifted Flyer to his feet and punched him in the gut. “Think that’s funny, asshole?”
Once Flyer got a little air back into his lungs, he replied, “I think it’s f*****g hysterical actually.
Two big goons like you with guns and you can’t even handle one helpless little porcupine.”
That taunt had gotten him another shot to the ribs and Fly
