Giriko didn't quite know how he'd gone from being worried Henry's head had been cut off, to standing outside the church where he now lived, waiting for Henry's brother to come over and get his ass handed to him ( Read more... )

Giriko stepped out of the airport into the heavy Brazilian heat and slipped on a pair of aviator sunglasses as he glanced around. He had left behind his heavy coat and gloves, of course, wearing a safari shirt and a pair of jeans over his shitkicker boots. Even that was fucking hot, but they were going into the jungle and he didn't want to get ( Read more... )