Chapitre 232: Greed

Looking at the photo, Paxton felt a surge of fury.

Damn it all to hell! How could they get caught? Damn! How could they have been so stupid and inconsiderate? How could HE be so booty and inconsiderate! After all, Martin asked them to hold back, that after all, anyone could come in and cover them. No, after all, he, the great Steve Paxton must have just taken Martin in the workplace in broad daylight like some rabbit unable to restrain his chutzpah. He wished he had listened to Martin for once and kept his dick in his pants!

In his imagination, Steve sent such a bundle of curses at his own address that no drunken soldier on leave would be ashamed of it. He knew he was worth every word.

He quickly glanced at Martin. The boy was still sleeping soundly. On the cabinet next to the bed lay his phone. So far he had remained silent, but that could change at any moment.