“Blame it on adrenalin. And having all those weapons pointed at my back. The result was that Steel Eye was mostly limp in my hands and I was doing all the work of keeping the son-of-a-bitch on his feet. He stood maybe an inch or two shorter than me and had shoulders nearly as wide. Both of which made keeping him up on his feet while I held a gun to his head all the more difficult. Luckily, I thrive in difficult situations. Or so I tell myself. “Who the fuck are you?” asked the girl who w...as standing now. She had a tasteful skull tattooed on her stomach, the teeth of which were biting down on her bellybutton. “I might have made a wrong turn somewhere.” I shrugged, holding Steel Eye mostly up on his feet. “Does anyone know where the IHOP is?” A handful of bikers took a step forward. That handful had enough facial hair to carpet a small dining room. Shag, of course. “What the fuck?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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