Hans Larsson

"Sex? Did it really sound like that? Oops. I have a dirty mouth and sometimes I can't control it."

When did Bjorn ever control what he said before he spoke? Hans often said the man's mouth was just a filthy burning trash compactor. Dumpster fire. The Swede laughed and pushed some of his hair back, grinning at his ginger companion. Was that what sugar daddies did? Drive their hot blonds back to their houses and fuck them? Bjorn licked his lips.

"Ooh, what a fucking mansion! I knew it. You're loaded, Gingerlocks. I bet you've got a hot tub, fucking huge shower and bed too."

Did the man have a huge booze cupboard too? Bjorn couldn't wait to get inside and live like a rich rock star. Well---it would come one day for himself but not yet. Blixt weren't as nearly well off as Rekker was.