"You're not going without backup," I argue. "And backup, as you bloody well know, means me."
"What about the old man, Ray? You know what he's like with his 'read the fine print' and 'you'll do as I say'."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Fuck him."
My bond with Bodie runs deeper than ink on a page. Our pact is written in blood and sealed with love. Undercover or under the covers, we're a matched set. God help the man who tries to come between us...
"I'd much rather fuck you," Bodie says softly.
And on this point, we firmly agree.
-- THE END --