![]() ![]() “Ugh!” she grunted, also cute, so he looked her way and saw her drop her head to the back of the couch, which was again cute. “I don’t have a storage unit, and you cleaned my room. She ignored his comment and asked, “Do you have a laptop I can use to put the furniture in storage on Craigslist?” ![]() “I hope so, or you poundin’ on it and tossin’ it around wouldn’t be all that smart,” Joker muttered, his eyes still on the TV. ![]() The laptop was still up but half of it was hanging off the table. She then tossed it on the coffee table, where it skidded, taking the little basket she put the remotes in with it. That night after dinner, Carissa, sitting next to him on the couch, started poking hard at the laptop on her lap with her finger, grunting “Unh! Unh! Unh!” with each poke. And there was no telling who she could have been if she’d been allowed to keep breathing.īut he had a woman, a kid, a brotherhood, family. Mostly, when he was with her, he felt nothing.īut she was someone’s daughter. She annoyed him more than anything, and it had never been cute. ![]() He had no idea how she’d hung her hopes on him, but he knew she’d had a thing for him. Marred by a little man with a small dick who’d been shamed by bikers and used her to make them pay. Joker’s head filled with Heidi dead in an alley. ![]()
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