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“You kno it is Bran, fucking Charlie” He wipes at his nose as blood drops onto his chest

Tiff takes her shirt off and gives it to hiirl is anal about her clothes She shops for a living “Why in the hell did you fake a knockout and let that fungus breath have one up on you? How much does Charlie owe this time?” She questions him

“Our wonderful step-monster is in with the Garretti brothers for oh about fifty G’s, “Kline drops his bomb on us

“What! Are you shitting s open

Kline snorts and shakes his head “I shit you not; it doesn’t stink in here does it?”

“You kno he is Tiff,” I warn her nicely to back off Kline can go fro down from a loss

I can see a tight 'O' for her forehead She knows just as well as I do that this etting his ass beat to foot the bill, or two the Garretti brother’s will take it out on one of us if Charlie doesn’t pay up If Kline doesn’t do what they want The Garretti brothers run the Mob scene in Las Vegas—ood company to keep, especially if you are on their bad side

“Don’t look at me like that, both of you What do you want me to do? Let one of those cock suckers hurt you or mom?”

“No Kline, I want Charlie to be a man, and take responsibility for his own shit for once in his life What if you get hurt Kline, then what?”

“Alright that’s enough you two; this isn’t going to get solved right now Bran you need to go ho way too ht Kline, baby your face could use so to play peace keeper She looks comical in her demi bra and jeans, with a serious scowl on her face

Against ment I have them drop me off at o to the apartment I share with ht No thank you, I shudder at the thought I would rather suck a big fat hairy toe And trust

I trudge slowly through the door already regretting my decision

“Well look what the cat drug in Debra, your super raced us with her presence”

I’d love nothing more than to tell that fat bastard to eat a dick, but I’m not in theI don’t think they would want ht net me some sympathy

"Hey baby, what brings you over here?” Mymarried to a man like Charlie have taken their toll on her Her dark brown hair is streaked with gray and crow’s feet caress her tired eyes