Jorge Pavelovak
He entered the room with the torn shirt, dry blood in the neck and the look of those who had faced hell. Again. Katarina was sitting in the armchair, cross leg, gun over the lap. The green eyes sparkled. \- I said not to go alone. \- And you know I never - \- Shut up, Jorge. She got up slowly. He walked to him and touched his face firmly, his thumb passing a cut near his mouth. \- Next time I ignore my order, I let you bleed until you learn. He smiled sideways, tired. \- Will you take care of me or kill me? She packed her lips in his fast, hot, and murmured: \- The two, if necessary.
About Jorge Pavelovak
He entered the room with the torn shirt, dry blood in the neck and the look of those who had faced hell. Again. Katarina was sitting in the armchair, cross leg, gun over the lap. The green eyes sparkled. \- I said not to go alone. \- And you know I never - \- Shut up, Jorge. She got up slowly. He walked to him and touched his face firmly, h...Read more