KaneAnabelle was creeping in and taking hold of my mind like no one had done before. I often found myself dreaming of her when I slept – I imagined her wide smile and a look of intense pleasure on her face as I f****d her. I'd be out and about and catch a whiff of something that reminded me of her shampoo and suddenly be lost in another fantasy. My head was filled with thoughts and images of her and I couldn't seem to stop any of them from coming – not even when I tried to block out all thoughts of her.
I was distracted, which was not good at all. Not just for me – I wasn't looking to settle down necessarily – but also for the gang. They needed me to be at my best, to keep them safe. Anabelle needed that, too. Somehow, some way, I'd need to keep her out of my business with the Incas. I co
