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Devil
I wanted to carry Dasia upstairs, but she insisted on walking. Her shoulders slumped, she moved into the small room we would call home for as long as it took the FBI to get their s**t together.
She slumped onto the queen-sized bed’s edge and laid back while I set my laptop onto the used chest of drawers by the door. At least the rooms above the club had been outfitted with small three-quarter bathrooms. f*****g tiny, but they got the job done.
If we wanted food, though, we’d have to head downstairs.
I’d sent Sully off to get all of Dasia’s things from Ryker’s, but didn’t expect him back for at least an hour, so we had some time to chill and process what we’d learned.
I knelt at Dasia’s feet and pulled her boots off, expecting she experienced guilt over not thinking to warn h
