Them
Sunsday, Juin 20
Useless, incompetent dickheads. How could so many of them screw up something so easy and get killed on top of it?
“The bitch is still there, still in control of our asset,” he told the other three men. He didn’t look at the dick his cousin had married—the fool who had tossed the property away in the first place. Once they had control of the property, he would find a way to cut the asshole out of the deal. And wouldn’t his cousin bust the fool’s balls over that?
Served her right for not choosing someone who was top tier.
“What are we going to do?” the oldest man asked.
“What we should have done in the first place.” He smiled. “Take care of it ourselves.”