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“Givewo this”

“Now”

“I said it can wait, Markie”

“No, sugar It really can’t” Markie pushed by hi

Moan stood nose to nose in the sht outside Sable’s room

“Just what do you think you’re doin’?” Markie demanded

“What’s it look like?” Draegan fired back “My job, Markie”

“No,” Markie profusely objected and shook his head “You’re going right for the kill here You knoho she is and you’re probing for information so you can report back to Harley and Mac Don’t you think that kind of inquisition can wait?”

Draegan frowned

“Well?”

“Mind your own business, Markie,” Draegan said, pivoting left with apparent intentions of tabling their discussion

“If she were anyone else, you wouldn’t treat her like this”

“How did I treat her poorly?”

Markie put his hands on his hips “Don’t you sass ht but when you’re wrong, I’m the first to tell ya Now you march your ass back in there and process Sable like you would anyone else or don’t whine when she refuses to go to Trouble with us” He huffed and puffed, trying to catch his short breath Then he added, “And fuck that up and see hoell you get along with your brothers”

“Markie—”