"Hey, my mouth isn't that fucking big! But just big enough to take all of that cock in."

Bjorn stuck his tongue out through his rage and sniffed a little. Mikkel had fucked him off but as he listened to what Rekker had to say about the Dane the Swede softened a little. It was bullshit how him and Mikkel were treated---abused and shit.

"I didn't know that about Sigurd's brat boy. He's still got a fucking mouth on him though and a bad attitude. So rude but---yeah. That's pretty fucked up. For you too."

The Swede just slid his arms around Rekker and nuzzled into his chest. Where were the others? Fredrik and Sigurd? Had they gone to find Mikkel?