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I like Siet the hang of driving myself and my woman around

Just need to reas in the tank occasionally

I’irl too when I notice the gas station attendant looking past me

I can hear the faint murmur of raised voices And not the friendly kind

Glancing around, I see a younger guy and what is probably his dad with him

No big deal

Except they’retheir way towards my car

Towards Brynn

I toss a couple of hundred dollar bills on the counter and hearing my own neck crack as I loosen it up, I tell the attendant not to call anyone

“I’ll handle this Personally,” I explain

Glad when he nods silently in agreement

Brynn’s watching me as I come out Her worried look turns to a determined one

These clowns see fast

Her old life, the bully froonna marry her mom?

I don’t need a fucking ‘Jackpot’ sign to knohat’s what, especially in this neighborhood

But I can also tell Brynn doesn’t want ht all her battles for her

She’s not the sao, and with a little nod, I let her know I’m here

That I’ve got her back And her front

Always

I have to shake my head a little, unable to believe my ears

The kind of trash thesefor someone to teach them some manners

Mindful of the laell as Brynn, I tell myself that all I have to do is introduce ize, ask ‘em to leave Brynn alone