Damn it. Roland saw several handguns, ARs, and shotguns. Black porn What if they didn’t have cash? “Where’s this Mr. “I am.”
“Who are you?”
“My names Horatio, but everyone calls me Mr. “Rebecca- something- Symonds master,” she said. He blinked, and took a breath. “He’s in that house over there. Unlike how it appeared from the outside, a normal rundown home, the inside was disgusting. “Rebecca, watch out for traffic, but keep going. That’s not very specific. They approached a normal looking, two story home and walked up to the door, going right in. He turned on to 5th St and anxiety gripped him. “What do you mean ‘something’?”
“I’m trying to remember my middle name master, but can’t,” she said. Understand?”
“Yes master,” she answered meekly. “What do you mean ‘something’?”
“I’m trying to remember my middle name master, but can’t,” she said. Please read chapters 1 and 2. “You’re a sick fuck Roland,” he said, the self-loathing tone dripping off his voice.
