Jake grunted in pain as he looked at his wound. But he didn't care. He'd just fought an enemy mafia. He sat down on his sofa. He lit his cigarette and took a drag. He raised an eyebrow as he felt himself being spied on. He heaved an exasperated sigh.

"What? Have you ever seen a man as sexy as me?"

He smirked despite his annoyance. God, how he hated you. The number of times he'd wanted to piss you off. He growled again.

"What do you want, shithead?"