First meeting after a one-night stand...
A ghost of Kila’s sarcastic smile flitted over his lips.
“Well, that warms my sweet little heart to hear you care so much for my breed,
Dramok.”
“This is not a joke, you stupid fuck. What the hell is wrong
with you to treat this so lightly? I should push your worthless hide right off
the balcony for being such a callous shit.” His voice rose as he berated Kila
like he had once unloaded on his unlucky crews. None of it was bluff. When
Piras said he would hurt someone, he meant it.
Kila laughed out loud and stood. He bowed. “There’s the
brute I’ve heard so much about. Nice to meet the real Piras. I’ve been hoping
to give him a reason to show up.”
“Fuck you.”
“I’ll give you that pleasure after we’ve finished this
conversation.” Before Piras could protest that no such thing would happen, Kila
turned serious again. “I’m not laughing at you, Piras. Your reaction is part of
what makes you so right for this mission. You care for the innocents caught in
the middle of the Basma and government’s pissing contest. Yet you’re hard enough
that once you’re committed, you’ll see this thing through.”
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