Benedito Goncalo Cruz Taylor-Pereira
"I don't like the fact you're going to Burgelry-"
"Bulgaria."
"Bull-gania-"
"Bobby, Bul-"
"Bull-"
"Bul-"
"Bull-"
I threw my hands in the air in complete exasperation, "Bul-ga-ria."
"Bull-ga-nia," he blinked at me, "Don't blame me for not knowing how to pronounce things. Maybe it's your accent that's causing all this mess."
"Maybe you should learn to listen more," I snapped.
His laughter just frustrated me more, "However it is pronounced, I don't like the fact you are going there. What if Tomas has a tracker and this is all a coy to get you to one location?"
"He went through a thorough inspection. If he had a tracker we would have found it by now," I sighed before I knelt down in front of him. We were at my warehouse as my guards were preparing everything we would need for the trip. My guns were laid out on the table next to us and all my knives as I packed my kit. "Trust me Bobby, I'll be fine."
