Re: Savannah and Clay
Well she had done it, she had pissed him off. He took out a cigar and lit it. "We're not nice people. But then it's not a nice world. You'll figure that out one day, if you ever grow up that is." Naive little bitch, he thought. "And before you go getting your hair in knots, you are right that we aren't going to be killing anyone." He knew better than to add the word anymore. He wasn't stupid to admit to killing people, regardless of how justified it was.
"Sometimes you have to hurt people to make do, in fact you've experienced that already. Being tranquilized and shipped across country isn't pleasurable." He turned his head and let out a puff of smoke. He wasn't so pissed off to blow it in Savannah's direction or face. "Yes, Gemma." He smiled when the name was mentioned and he pushed up his sun glasses so he could see her without the tinting. "She's the love of my life."