Page 27 of GAF Factor

“What?”

“It would be interesting to see if you’d choke on them.”

I peeled my eyes open and glared at him. “What kind of sick fuck are you?”

His wide grin only made me want to punch him in the face, but I didn’t think I could stay upright long enough to achieve that particular goal.

“You’d better get some coffee in you. We have shit to do today.”

Everything in this house was way too fucking cheery for 0 fuck hundred in the morning. The white tiles and the white walls. Fuck, even Zoe was wearing white today. It was all too much for my alcohol-riddled brain to take.

“Like what?”

“Back to work. Getting you moved back into your house?—”

“Whoa, what are you talking about?”

He sighed heavily and my brain fizzled for just a second, like it was trying to spark a memory. “Cash is gone and Lock’s in charge. It’s your lucky day because he told me to get you back on the job.” Then he looked me up and down. “Though, I doubt he meant in this condition, but you’ll have to do.”

“And my house?”

“Like I said, Cash is gone.”

“But he could come back. I don’t want to move back in, only to move back out.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, staring at me in a way that only Red could.

“What?”

“I’m just trying to figure out if drinking last night actually affected your brain or if you really are this stupid.”

I glared at him, not appreciating the insult. “I’m just saying it would be a lot easier if I knew this was permanent. I don’t want to get my hopes up only to be crushed.”

He rolled his eyes dramatically. “You’re such a girl when you’ve been drinking.”

“Hey!” Zoe said, spinning around and punching her husband in the shoulder. I forgot she was there and nodded at her in appreciation for helping me out.

He rubbed his shoulder, frowning at his wife. “You know, you’re very violent when you’re pregnant.”

“That’s because I’m angry all the time.”

“Maybe you should work on that.”

“Maybe you should work on not getting me pregnant.”

“And how would I do that?”

She pressed her finger to her chin, staring up in thought. “How would you not get your wife pregnant? That’s a real thinker. Hmmm. Maybe you could get your junk fixed.”

Red immediately paled, covering his dick. Commiserating with him, I did the same. “Are you insane, woman? No tools are ever going near my dick.”

“Why? You let them pierce your dick.”

My eyes bugged out in shock. “You did what?”

“That was private!” he hissed at Zoe. Then he spun on me. “And you keep your goddamn mouth shut.”

My eyes flicked to his dick. I couldn’t help it. I was in shock. “Can I see it?”

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