Fucking car, costs me a fortune as the drive with the flat to the garage. Can't afford kwikfit, 2 weeks till payday, so you decide to go Jed, and you've met Jed before in the Kings Arms. He pounded you sore and loved fucking you so much he promised a cheap deal if you ever need help with your motor. Time for him to pay me back. You rock up, 5 o’clock. The mechanics are already out of their overalls, still oily, now wearing the colours. The Black Nines were a tough breed, you knew this was just a front where they could hang out, and pretend to make money whilst the real work was done at night… 続きを読む