“THEN HE CALLED YESTERDAY sayin’ she's his, the guy is a sick f**k and that girl has already gone through more s**t than all of us put together. There's no way I'm letting her near that fucker.” Storm’s grim eyes dare any fucker to challenge him.
All the brothers are sitting around the table eating breakfast.
Rounder is at the head of the table, not much better than yesterday, and now his girl is gone.
It is my job to protect her and I failed.
I know I should've taken her to Barfa but f**k, I can't regret that time I spent with Beggar.
And the fact that I'm not losing my s**t just confirms what I already knew. My nameless beggar is it for me.
When I took her again last night, f**k, it was something.
I feel a hard on coming just from the thought of her rolled back eyes and parted lip
