It hadn’t been difficult at all to find Genaro, considering the Russian was practically on a manhunt for him that entire day. When he finally found the freckled twink, he trudged up to him, barely keeping his anger under wraps, but some things just needed to be done and over with. “Hello,” he said amicably enough, and with a fake, pressed smile to boot, a swift punch followed, like a sledgehammer right into Genaro’s face. He’d pulled his punch a bit for Yves’ sake, but at least he got that out of his system. “You kiss him again,” he muttered. “I gut you.” He didn’t think he needed to remind Genaro who he was referencing.
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