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“Wait, what the hell are you sorry for? What the fuck did you do to our little sister?” Vic growls, rising to stand.

“Vic, it’s fine. Emotions were high last night.” Lovely lays a hand on her brother’s arm. He looks down at her and nods, moving to sit. “Thank you Marx, I accept your apology,” she smiles.

Pres nods curtly and then clears his throat. “Right. Good. Landrys welcome back. Sorry we lost track of your sister yesterday.”

“Bah, don’t worry. She does that shit all the time.” Dom, I think it is, waves a hand at Marx. His attitude as unbothered as the Tombs’ when they found out Chewy was gone.

I guess if you have sisters like them you get used to their behavior.

“Regardless, we’ll try to make sure it doesn’t happen again,”

“Good fucking luck,” Gus mutters under his breath, ignoring the look that Marx shoots him.

“Before last night turned to shit, we were in the middle of questioning the Orc guy. Chewy, what did you find? What’s the connection between him and this Big D fucker?”

“Marx, I thought you’d never ask! Morc doesn’t have any real type of connection to Big D other than the woman paying him went to Big D for information. On DRMC.”

Cursing sounds out around the room. Everyone knowing full well that Whitney was the longest running bunny we had, she knows shit.

“Any reason why this woman wanted that info?” Savage asks.

“She found out Mira was spending time here working on her book. For some reason she didn’t like that. He also said she was pissed that Mira was ignoring the gifts she had been leaving for her at her home. Not the organs, the little things.”

“The gnomes,” Mira whispers under her breath. “His boss is the one leaving gnomes in my yard?” she asks louder.

Chewy nods. “Apparently. I’m guessing you weren’t a fan?”

“I was confused. I thought I was being gnomed.” She rolls her eyes and then leans her head on my shoulder.

“Gnomed?” Rider asks with a confused look on his face.

“It’s a thing,” Remy answers, “Probably the least gross thing on the dark web. You can subscribe to have gnomes turn up at people’s houses. For a fee, of course.”

“People are so fucking weird,” Dex grouses.

Marx turns his attention to Chewy again. “Got the name of his boss?”

“No sir. Got close but he up and died on me before we finished the interrogation,” Chewy says with a disgusted look on his face.

“The big fuckers always tap out early. He may be able to pump all the weights in the world but all it took was Chewy to remove that Batman outta his ass and boom! Out like a light. I think he had liver damage too. Stay away from anabolic steroids kids,” Pops says, taking a sip of his coffee and swallowing it down, finishing with a loud, “Ahhhhh”.

A soft hand lands on my lap, drawing my attention away from Pops and his granddaughter. “I get it now.”

“Get what?”

“The reason I was warned off the Tombs family. They’re kinda different huh?”

I snort, “That’s one way to put it.”

“Well, I kinda love them,” she beams at me and I can feel my ass tighten at her words.

Shit.

Mira

This whole workshopping thing the DRMC are doing, putting all the pieces together is fascinating. So fascinating in fact that it’s almost taken my mind off the ache in my underpants. A good ache, but an ache nonetheless. Last night was whooooweee! Tyson was amazing. The way his body moved, the noises he made, the things he whispered in my ear, both dirty and sweet, it was perfect.

“Fuck,” Marx growls, pulling my attention back to the ideas being thrown around.

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