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Bruton reached for Bones, grabbing the collar of his T-shirt and pulling him close as he muttered, “Sawyer 247.”

“What?”

“Sawyer.... 2... 4... 7.”

“Is that supposed to mean something?”

“2... 4....”

And that was it.

Those were the last words he spoke.

Bruton was gone, and we were left to pick up the pieces.

There was just one problem—we had no clue just how many pieces there were, but we would soon find out and it would change Fury forever.

Epilogue

Three weeks later....

“Ialways thought you were a few fries short of a Happy Meal.”

“Yeah, says the man who still counts with his fingers and toes.”

“I don’t know what your problem is, but I guarantee it’s hard to pronounce.”

“Awe,” Londyn feigned a smile. “You’re so cute when you try to talk about things you don’t understand.”

Once again, the entire bar erupted into laughter.

It had been quite the afternoon.

We’d had a long couple of weeks and were in need of a brief reprieve, so we all gathered at the bar. We’d had a couple of rounds and were sitting around shooting the shit. Darby and Susana stopped by for a visit and decided to join in on the fun—but only after they’d given me the fifth degree over Londyn and Dalton.

Rooster was right. Darby was pretty understanding, but Susana gave me nine shades of hell for not reaching out to Londyn sooner. I agreed and assured them both that I would make it up to her and to Dalton, which seemed to appease them—at least for the time being. In hopes of distracting them, I got us another round, and since then, they’d turned their attention to Roost and Torch. And with Londyn’s help, they were giving them a bit of much-deserved hell.

Londyn was feeling a little feisty as she leaned over to Rooster and teased, “Yeah, yeah. The wheel is spinning, but the hamster’s dead.”

“Does your ass get jealous of all the shit that comes out of your mouth?”

“It has to.” Torch chuckled as he said, “She’s so full of shit.”

“I bet you were conceived on the highway.” Darby had to fight back her smile as she continued, “That’s where most accidents happen.”

“If I wanted to hear from an asshole, I’d just fart. “

“Oh, wait! I forgot I have something for you.” Londyn slipped her hand into her pocket and pretended to dig around for a moment before pulling it out with her middle finger extended. “Sorry. I didn’t get a chance to put a bow on it.”

“Your gene pool could use a bit more chlorine.”

“Okay, kids,” I interjected. “Best stop before I have to hurt someone’s feelings.”

“Ooohhh, scary boss man is gonna hurt someone’s feelings,” Torch taunted.

“Or I’ll just punch you in the face. Whichever is fine with me.”

“Okay, okay. We’ll stop pickin’ on the little girlies.”

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