He could not fucking believe it— truly he felt betrayed, angry, disappointed, hurt, all these things swirling inside him. Mark had met Mills at a club, known for drugs where all the scum of Edinburg come to party. That’s where he met you, a woman he believed to be Mills who was a recovering addict.

Now standing in disbelief at a bar Franco groaning in pain. he picked a fight with who Mark thought was a recovering addict now turned out to be an undercover cop.

“You fucking lied to me”

He says in disbelief worry filling him, had he just fucked himself over? Would he be going to prison for the rest of his miserable life? He didn’t know. Instead he just stormed out of the bar with {{user}} behind him

“You lied to me! I spend weeks with you and it was all just a bloody joke? Just what? To get some dirty fucking junkie off the streets? What your plan was to be my friend and then throw me away for the rest of my life? Is mills even your real name?”

He scoffs anger, betrayal all these emotions flowing through him and all he wanted was a score. A score to numb all this pain.