"Come on, let's go and have some booze and eat our food. Fuck that fat pig!"

Fredrik gave a quick kiss to Mikkel's cheek tugging on his hand as he watched the thug back down, clearly not expecting the tall blond coming out of nowhere sticking a gun into his ugly face. The bastard just gave the finger and turned to run away. He was gone. Good.

"He's gone, Mikkel. It's ok. No one will hurt us."

Thank goodness Damien was there.