When they arrived, Traver surprised her by opening the door for her and smiling, which Meg thought a bit disconcerting. “Trav, my man!” a guy in his twenties yelled and threw something large and brown at him. Traver didn’t try to duck. He just caugh...
Carrie laughed. “Wise man. I fear Tiny is going to be a handful tonight.” She grew serious. “He offered to kill Trent,” she whispered. “Good,” Destiny stated as she re-stacked Jon’s magazines. “Jon reads cool stuff.” “Not good,” Carrie scolded. “He meant it. Under no circumstances should you give...
He met their feral glares with his own, ready to take on any or all of them. In fact, he welcomed the chance to release the fury inside him. Seeing Carrie almost crushed by his file cabinet had traumatized him. Then idiots arrested him for saving her life—insanity! They should’ve stormed the buil...