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ache in his back, he laughed when Susie blanched and backed away.
“I’m gone. Come and find me in the kitchen when you’re decent. I’ve made some of that chicken soup you like, and I’ll heat it up for you. You must be starving, and best to deal with contrary females on a full stomach, right?”
Ty nodded his approval, and Susie scarpered from his room. In truth he was glad she wasn’t here to witness his shit ass struggles to simply get to his damn feet. He was as weak as a fucking kitten, and utterly confused.
What Susie had imparted about Jeanette did not come as a complete shock to him. He’d known there was something she was hiding, and at least that explained why she’d seemed so familiar to him. She looked very different from Myrtle. She was a whole skin tone lighter, for starters, but certain mannerisms were the same, and Jeanette exhibited the same fluidity and inherent sensuality that had made Myrtle’s dancing such a success.
As he hobbled to the adjacent bathroom to relieve himself, he could only hope that’s where the similarities ended. If she turned out to be conniving bitch liked her sister had been, it would fall to Ty to end her, and for some reason that made his gut twist.
Like it or not, his titch had gotten under his skin. Time would tell what that meant in the long run, and no doubt, once he had actually fucked her, those conflicting emotions would crystallize for him.
They had better, one way or the other.
The hot spray of the power shower did a lot to revive him, even if the water stung like crazy on his various abrasions. Staring at the bruising on his face in the mirror, Ty sighed. He would have to postpone his visit to the nursing home. There was nothing at all wrong with his mother’s eyesight, despite her advanced age and fragile overall health, and she’d read him the riot act for sure, if she saw he’d been hurt.
Thought of his mum made him smile. She was an excellent judge of character, and once he didn’t look as though he’d had been involved in a boxing match and lost, her reaction to Jeanette would tell him a lot.
Was he actually considering bringing a girl to see his mother? Ty shook his head and grimaced anew at his reflection. The drugs must have addled his brain. Mum would jump to the obvious conclusion that he was serious about this girl. Then again, would it hurt to let her think so? His mother did not have long, and if she thought he’d found someone to settle down with, it would be a lot off her mind.
Ty had planned to borrow Susie for the task, when the time came, something Ren had reluctantly agreed to, if need be. After all, he’d spent many happy days at Ty’s parents’ place when they’d both been on leave from the Army, and Dad had still been alive.
Running a hand through his still damp hair, Ty forced his thoughts to the here and now. It did no good to dwell on the past. Ren and he had both chosen this path, after all. Ty, being younger than Ren, had stayed in longer, but once he’d left civilian life had held no appeal. He’d seen too much shit to ever just be able to slide into civvie street, so when Ren offered him the job as second in command to the Cleaners, he’d jumped at the chance. It kept the demons at bay and meant he could make a difference. Cleaning the world of scum like the Priestly brothers and the misery they inflicted on those in their territories made him feel good—most days.
It certainly brought him considerable satisfaction when they rescued some hapless girls who’d been caught in their human trafficking scheme.
Spreading your legs for money was a valid career choice, if the girls did so of their own free will, and were protected from the scum that preyed on working girls. It was an entirely different matter when that choice was taken away from them.
The Priestly gang excelled at grooming young impressionable women—women like Ren’s Susie—who’d barely escaped from their snare, and that was far from all
“I’m gone. Come and find me in the kitchen when you’re decent. I’ve made some of that chicken soup you like, and I’ll heat it up for you. You must be starving, and best to deal with contrary females on a full stomach, right?”
Ty nodded his approval, and Susie scarpered from his room. In truth he was glad she wasn’t here to witness his shit ass struggles to simply get to his damn feet. He was as weak as a fucking kitten, and utterly confused.
What Susie had imparted about Jeanette did not come as a complete shock to him. He’d known there was something she was hiding, and at least that explained why she’d seemed so familiar to him. She looked very different from Myrtle. She was a whole skin tone lighter, for starters, but certain mannerisms were the same, and Jeanette exhibited the same fluidity and inherent sensuality that had made Myrtle’s dancing such a success.
As he hobbled to the adjacent bathroom to relieve himself, he could only hope that’s where the similarities ended. If she turned out to be conniving bitch liked her sister had been, it would fall to Ty to end her, and for some reason that made his gut twist.
Like it or not, his titch had gotten under his skin. Time would tell what that meant in the long run, and no doubt, once he had actually fucked her, those conflicting emotions would crystallize for him.
They had better, one way or the other.
The hot spray of the power shower did a lot to revive him, even if the water stung like crazy on his various abrasions. Staring at the bruising on his face in the mirror, Ty sighed. He would have to postpone his visit to the nursing home. There was nothing at all wrong with his mother’s eyesight, despite her advanced age and fragile overall health, and she’d read him the riot act for sure, if she saw he’d been hurt.
Thought of his mum made him smile. She was an excellent judge of character, and once he didn’t look as though he’d had been involved in a boxing match and lost, her reaction to Jeanette would tell him a lot.
Was he actually considering bringing a girl to see his mother? Ty shook his head and grimaced anew at his reflection. The drugs must have addled his brain. Mum would jump to the obvious conclusion that he was serious about this girl. Then again, would it hurt to let her think so? His mother did not have long, and if she thought he’d found someone to settle down with, it would be a lot off her mind.
Ty had planned to borrow Susie for the task, when the time came, something Ren had reluctantly agreed to, if need be. After all, he’d spent many happy days at Ty’s parents’ place when they’d both been on leave from the Army, and Dad had still been alive.
Running a hand through his still damp hair, Ty forced his thoughts to the here and now. It did no good to dwell on the past. Ren and he had both chosen this path, after all. Ty, being younger than Ren, had stayed in longer, but once he’d left civilian life had held no appeal. He’d seen too much shit to ever just be able to slide into civvie street, so when Ren offered him the job as second in command to the Cleaners, he’d jumped at the chance. It kept the demons at bay and meant he could make a difference. Cleaning the world of scum like the Priestly brothers and the misery they inflicted on those in their territories made him feel good—most days.
It certainly brought him considerable satisfaction when they rescued some hapless girls who’d been caught in their human trafficking scheme.
Spreading your legs for money was a valid career choice, if the girls did so of their own free will, and were protected from the scum that preyed on working girls. It was an entirely different matter when that choice was taken away from them.
The Priestly gang excelled at grooming young impressionable women—women like Ren’s Susie—who’d barely escaped from their snare, and that was far from all
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