"I'm glad you said that. I'm getting fucking bored just riding and watching cop cars go past. Let's light the wankers up, mate."

Smirking slightly, Viktor took the shitty vodka from out of the saddle bag and began making up a molotov with the wick and string attached. He didn't care if Robert and the limo crew disapproved because he and Vars would have fun either way. Man-Barbie and his tart were probably spanking each other right now anyway. Eyeing the road carefully, Viktor waited for his chance to throw it at a cop car as soon as they got close enough. Lighter in hand he was ready.

Inside the limo Erik shifted a little so his hand moved away from Robert's leg but his head inched a little further towards the Brit's crotch. He was still dreaming and getting hard without even knowing he was.