“So, firstly fuck you. Am I allowed to say fuck you?”
Judging by the looks he got, apparently not...
“You know, when you’ve had luck like mine, what works works. Though I will say, probably could’ve avoided this one if the Russians hadn’t killed my first fiancée. Or I hadn’t found out my second one was sucking the head of the Vorshevsky Mob’s dick.” Laurent didn’t much feel like specifying that’d happened before Mila when he shot an apologetic smile her way. Ambiguous was best. “Not really sure I’m allowed to say that, either. Alleged head of the mob? Yeah let’s go with ‘alleged.’ Please don’t sue me for defamation. Though I guess the other person who’s sucking your dick might be able to sort that one out for you, man.”
“Also fuck you all again. Thank you.”
