“But know this Gabby, when the winds of fate change, and they always change, when that day comes, you fucked the wrong guy.” When Chandler finished talking he hung his. ****
He sat fuming glaring at his drink as the anger built in him. It barely cleared his zipper, he stepped as close to the cold percaline as he could. “What the fuck did she think she was doing?” he wondered to himself. Collapsing on top of the girl Gabriella rolled off her laying on the floor collecting herself. The waitress brought her a tequila shot and the proper accouterments. “Please, you’re hurting me,” he begged. The girl rose to her knees putting a hand out to the toilet paper holder she pushed up, but Gabby grabbed her by the waistband of her pleated skirt and pulled Tammy on top of her. He believed her. Powerful course hands that worked for a living. Her hair was cut like marines, one big bulging bicep held a tattoo of a skull, the other a dagger dripping blood while on the
