"Who doesn't love tattoos?" he asked enthusiastically.
The next thing, he slammed the guy's face to the ground and proceeded with the knife, bringing it close to his face.
"What are you trying to do? Stop! Leave me alone. Fine, I'll talk," he begged, shivering.
"Too late," Jake grinned, using the knife to slice his cheek, forming a 'Q' with it.
Wow... Q for Quinn.
How nice.
Quinn's ex screamed in pain.
"Now will you talk, or do you want me to write the whole alphabet on your cheek?" Jake asked.
"Aargh!!! Fine, I'll talk!!! The truth is Quinn is my girlfriend! I always wanted to be with her, but she always escapes from me. I traveled to Cuba for work, and I returned yesterday to learn she's married and pregnant. When I find her, I'll do terrible things to her. And as for the husband, I'll cut him down and take all his money. Now you hear it, you son of a bitch!!!" he yelled like a psycho.
I smiled.
