Raina
WHEN THE WEDDING was over, Adriana and Raptor took Billy home with them so that Tank and I could spend some quality time together. This basically meant loud, dirty s*x in almost every part of the house. When we were both spent, we lay together in bed, like most nights, talking.
“It was nice to see your Uncle Sal today,” said Tank, rolling to his side. “He’s looking well.”
Uncle Sal had ended up getting his liver transplant and had gotten out of the hospital the month before. “Yeah, he’s doing pretty well. Hopefully he’ll stay sober and not ruin his new liver.”
“He has friends and family that can support him,” said Tank. “Plus, now that I’ve sold Griffin’s, we can run Sal’s together.”
Tank had sold the strip joint to Hoss a couple of months ago. I’d been surprised when he told me
