“Yes. Fine. Fuck. Yes, I’d help you.” I stopped twirling my pipe with my tongue and stared at the friend I’d only known for a couple of days. “Are you serious?” John slumped forward. “Well you’re my friend, right? So yeah, if you wanted me to kill them, I’d do it. That’s what friends do.” His dark eyes were wide and sincere. Holy sun god. He wasn’t joking.
