don't you know we're outlaws
givin' the finger to death itself
“I fucking hate it when you do that.” Exhaling with an exasperated sigh and shooting him another look, I mock scowl - or is it a real scowl? - as the pleasure of knowing something before Jack is so rudely stolen. Smuggled. Right out from under my fucking nose.
His rant on Eloise and her and her antics have me raising a brow, though. “What bugs you more, that she won’t fuck you, or that she’s too good at her job for you to let ‘er go?” Because if she’d been that bad, Jack would have dumped her at some island or confined her to the galley or told me she’d been dumped at Port. I’m betting it’s because she won’t sleep with him. The Smuggling King hates to lose.
I reach for the cigarette. Guess I want a drag after all.
His rant on Eloise and her and her antics have me raising a brow, though. “What bugs you more, that she won’t fuck you, or that she’s too good at her job for you to let ‘er go?” Because if she’d been that bad, Jack would have dumped her at some island or confined her to the galley or told me she’d been dumped at Port. I’m betting it’s because she won’t sleep with him. The Smuggling King hates to lose.
I reach for the cigarette. Guess I want a drag after all.
we got no one to hide from
no one to toast our health
RAZA
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