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So like inside a sex club?

Razer

Excuse me?

Creed

Since when does Bluport have a sex club?

*Cowen drops a map location pin*

Gage

Why the fuck are you all the way in the 909

Viper

Steel, you gotta check in when you leave the city…and the county. Gonna send Fox and Gunnar out to meet you

Razer

Which mark is this? Can I take over

Steel

That lawyer bitch

Judge

I’ll handle it.

Creed

More like handle her…

Viper

Maybe she’s the one who handles him. She seems like the type who enjoys having men by their balls.

Judge

Cowen mute the chat or I swear to god

*Cowen mutes the chat*

EPILOGUE

CREED

I scratch my beard,staring at the blankets of snow all over the backyard and the trees lining the property. Guess there goes the farmers’ market. Then I scowl at that disappointment. I can’t believe my life has been dulled down to diapers, toys, and finding joy in walking the local farmers’ market.

I don’t regret a thing. I turn away from the patio door and back to the coffee I’m making for the woman trotting in with her matching pajama set that drives me crazy. She stops short at the window, her lips forming into a pout.

“That’s a lot of snow. Ugh.”

I chuckle, offering her a cup as she slides up to me. Her hands explore over my bare chest before falling to the waistband of my sweatpants.

“I guess it’s an inside day,” she says, biting down on her lip before taking a sip of her coffee.