While the woman was on the phone with their boss the man was told to keep watch over Angel. The smile that he had on his face while he watched her walk around the room as far as the chain would allow pretty much screamed pedophile. With a few offenses and a warrant out for his arrest, even having his name on the Miranda Warning list, that was a pretty accurate description. He had to admit the girl was definitely cute even all angry like that, and he bet that her skin was soft as well. Shifting his weight, he glanced over his shoulder and noticed the woman was keeping an eye on him in spite of being in a pretty heated conversation; he couldnâ€™t hear what was being said as everything was out of earshot but she sounded pretty livid. He would not be having any fun while she was watching him like a hawk much to his disappointment.<br/><br/>He licked his lips and cocked his head to the side a bit while keeping an eye on both the girl and the woman. But maybeâ€¦ Maybe he could justâ€¦ No. He really didnâ€™t want to get into any more trouble with the boss. If he did then he knew damn well that his ass would be right back in jail. After the boss had worked to keep him out of it he really didnâ€™t want to go back.<br/><br/>â€œButch!â€ The woman called.<br/><br/>â€œWhat?â€<br/><br/>â€œThe boss will be here in about twenty minutes to get the girl.â€ She spoke hesitantly, which bothered Butch greatly. He knew that she was hardly a woman who would hesitate in a situation like this. After all she was not the bossâ€™s right hand manâ€¦ ladyâ€¦ for nothing. â€œHe didnâ€™t give any specific details but he was sure serious about nothing happening to her.â€ The woman leaned in close, placing her index finger at the center of his chest while she stared hard into his eyes. Her voice was kept low but she still made sure she would be taken seriously, â€œNothing. Happening. To. Her. Do I make myself clear? I saw you eyeing her, you fucking pig.â€ She really disliked working with Butch, he knew that, and simply nodded as he swallowed hard.<br/><br/>â€œYes, maâ€™am.â€<br/><br/>The woman snorted at the smart ass reply.<br/><br/>-------------------------<br/><br/>For awhile silence had fallen upon the living room as Maverick and Azrai stared at the phone warily. Something told both of them that this was not the last they were going to hear of these people and contemplated whether or not they should be keeping an eye on whoever they were. More enemies was the last thing they needed, he wondered if it was worth tracking these people down or if he should let it go for now. It was probably best to let it go, however. Azrai took in a few deep breaths to calm down, having half a mind to throw the damn phone across the room, though why he was getting so worked up over this was strange to say the least. It probably had something to do with him making more enemies and the frustration of this job causing him a hell of a lot of trouble.<br/><br/>Maverick sighed heavily and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. He did understand why Azrai would be upset over someone spitting on his friends; he was a man who chose his friends wisely and he held them very dear to him even if the man has never been the most affectionate person. Whoever these people were seemed to know most of his friendsâ€¦ or at least some of them, it wouldnâ€™t be surprising if they knew him, and that in itself was dangerous. Perhaps they were both thinking too much into this but the look they were giving each other told the other that they were probably thinking the same thing. There was a chance that these people might try to track Azrai down again and if they did they were going to have another thing coming to them. Maverick knew that look in Azraiâ€™s eye from anywhere.<br/><br/>â€œSo now want? Do you want us to find these people?â€ Maverick asked<br/><br/>â€œThat will not be necessary.â€ Azrai replied quietly. He was not too worried about it in spite of being on edge. If anything it meant he was going to have to keep lying low a bit longer than he wanted. Just to be on the safe side he wondered if he should cancel his flight back home. But he pushed that out of his mind for the time being since he had a lot more important things he needed to focus on. He needed money and there had to be something else out there, there always was. People always seemed to be pissed off at each other for one reason or another.<br/><br/>When Azrai went to sit on the couch with a bottle of wine in his hands, Maverick shifted his weight and got to a more comfortable position against the wall. There was a bit of a frown on his expression but all he said was, â€œWell, if you say so.â€<br/><br/>-------------------------<br/><br/>The man yawned as he was forced out of bed by the sound of the phone ringing. After working third shift five days in a row his sleeping schedule was all kinds of screwed up and he hardly got any sleep this week. Whoever was calling him had better be the fucking Queen of Englandâ€¦