I’m in my new garage with a few of my brothers surrounding me. It’s been a week, one full week since we’ve been in this house, and it’s been the best week of my entire fucking life. I haven’t heard or seen my mother, no news from the Bastards or The Cartel, Hattie’s family has been quiet, and my dick has seen so much action that it aches, and I don’t even give a single shit. “I still can’t believe you moved into this place,” Fury says with a grin. “I figured it was either great luck or the worst, we’ll find out,” I shrug as I put a cigarette between my lips and light it. “Probably a little bit of both. Right now, you look happy as shit. Pleased, brother,” he murmurs before taking a pull from his beer. “She’s a good girl. Sweet and young, but she has her head on straight,” I say. “Kentlee fuckin’ loves her,” he points out, something I already know. “So does Brent,” Sniper mutters. “Heard anything from the cop brother?” Fury asks. “Nothing so far.
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