#Chapter73

Axel's POV

The wheels go round and round.

Not the wheels, those are not wheels you motherfucking idiot.

The blades on the propeller.

Yeah, that's better.

"Come on, Jarvis, just get the fuck out of here already. I'm fucking tired." the annoying whore behind the counter whines and I roll my eyes.

"Would you shut the fuck up? I'm not drunk enough yet, give me another one." I demand and push my empty glass towards her, but she raises her brows like she's a fucking idiot or something, and mumbles something that sounds like "I don't even know what the fuck you're saying."

Of course she's an idiot, she's...