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This is what Big Papa does, and why he’s respected. He could’ve dealt with it, but he contacted me to make sure I wanted in first. And I do. I definitely fucking do if someone is throwing my hat in the ring for me. Fuck that shit.

“Didn’t realize you were so punctual,” I deadpan.

He grunts. “Well, I know how touchy you get when we act and don’t inform the fuckingNomad Brothers. So consider this your invitation.”

“I’m on my way.”

I don’t bother calling Haze. If I need him, then I’ll make the call. I don’t involve Logan in much these days unless it’s completely necessary. He’s a respectable business owner these days. Even though I almost snort at that notion, I don’t need to include him in every single interrogation. He already thinks I’m spending way too much time playing vigilante crime fighter. No need to fuel that fire unnecessarily.

In truth, I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks.

I look down at my phone after I hang up.

Nova

Are you home yet? I’m hungry

Me

Isn’t Haze there?

Nova

I’m at his place but he went out, said he’d be back soon and that was ages ago

Me

Where did he go?

Nova

How should I know? He has nothing good to eat just frozen junk

Nova

Can I DoorDash something?

Me

I’ll do it for you. What do you want?

Nova

Yay, thanks Brewster, I’ll text you my order

Me

Wish you’d stop calling me that

Nova

I helped Erica out today. She’s nice

I frown at my phone. That came out of left field.

Me

I hope you were polite to her. If you piss her off, don’t even think about staying in New Orleans. Good workers are hard to come by

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