'Fuck! I slipped up out of annoyance. I will just act like I didn't hear her,' Dapper thought, swallowing a mouthful of saliva. Still, he could see Belinda whispering something to Ruth.
"Heyyy, I dwont ehwven knouw you," Thiago slurred through his bloodied mouth, his face so battered it was nearly unrecognizable.
"Yeah? Well, now you do know me. Fuck you!" Dapper spat, punching Thiago once more, venting his frustration for slipping up.
Trying to calm himself, Dapper reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He dialed a number, and after just one ring, someone picked up.
"Let them in."
{Okay.}
He ended the call. Within minutes, the flat's front door opened, and five burly men stepped inside, grinning like devils. They wore white singlets and tight, almost feminine underwear that left little to the imagination.
"Boogie Woogie men at your service, Lord Dapper. Who shall we pleasure today?" one of them asked, flexing his muscles theatrically.
