Chapter 9 : SPARROW
Xaviaro’s hand rests politely on my lower back, reminiscent of a hundred dates that came before, leading me out to their luxury cars to paw at me after a boring, overpriced dinner. Except, instead of an hour spent on mind numbing small talk, picking at tiny portions of overpriced food, we spent the day intimidating low lives and cleaning up the city like fucking Batman.