The New Girl-buryingher
He casually sat back in the dark room of the large, Victorian manor. A cigarette dangled in his fingertips, the only bit of light save for the fireplace in the far off corner that graced the darkness around him. He sat in a reclined position, his other hand lightly tapping against the wood of the arm chair he sat in.
He was waiting.
He hated to be kept waiting.
The men had said the new girl would be arriving by now and yet, judging by the time that was on the pocket watch he had just pulled out from his inside pocket, she was ten minutes late. Bo would be sure to tug that out of the pimps hide after this.
He took a long drag from his cigarette before he heard a knock on the door. Bo growled, but waved his hand towards it while letting out an unamused voice.
“Come in.”
( buryingher)
