Cy was furious. His shirt beneath his leather jacket was soaked with Barak's blood and it reeked. Barak's idiocy reeked. The fucking dumbshit had to play his hand too early and of course Ares smacked him down and Cy was going to have to put extra effort in to make sure that the only thing that stained him from this was blood.
Cy didn't care about Barak's stupid coup. Barak was never going to be the power but it had been funny to watch him try, like it had been funny to watch how pissed off he got about Tragos being a sneaky little cunt. Most things, to Cy, were funny to watch. Barak's beating had been a thrill but the cleanup afterward had not.
Fucking hospitals. One old bitch had gotten right in his face about Barak's lack of insurance and the manner in which he'd told her he didn't give a shit had made them call security to kick him out. Whatever, Barak was their problem now, and the bills could be Barak's problem in the future. Not like anyone could make Cy pay them. Not like anyone could make Cy do anything.
Goddammit - his shirt stank, and the itch of it was really starting to piss him off. When he saw Barak's trash girlfriend sitting outside her trash house, he saw his way to turn this day back to funny, again.
"Hey Cindy," he said, enjoying the way this angle made it easier to see down her plunging top. "Barak gave me something to give you. You want it?"