Little Bird

For I am just a troubled soul Who's weighted... Weighted to the ground Give me the strength to carry on Till I can lay this burden down Give me the strength to lay this burden down down down yeah

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No Time For Regrets|| Blake & Leto

[b-leto]

Leto waited till she looked away before dragging his eyes down that beautiful body of hers. The mad dash to use what little material she was wearing to hide her plentiful assets didn’t go unnoticed. Granted there was plenty of seating he intentionally sat close hoping to make her feel uncomfortable. Anything to piss on Bud- got him off. Noticing the blush he knew he was on the right path. Upping the the ante he leaned in nudging her with a elbow making sure he brushed against her breast. Even as he recoiled back he hovered close, and gave a wink. “I don’t usually come to parties to be alone.” It was a diskish thing to say, but he wanted to get a rise.

When she opted to stay he sat back comfortably in the sofa before he cleared his throat, “Good. I’d like to bask in your company for a bit.” When those vivacious eyes of her dropped down to his beer it suddenly inspired the most devious of ideas. It was no secret that their band dabbled in the drug scene; six of the last dozens songs were drug induced, or at the very least paid some tribute to them. Sitting there now he had Altoids container in his back pocket which held an assortment: ecstasy, LSD, rohypnol, and oxy. 

The wheels only spun faster when she announced that Bud-o would be late. Which left him plenty of time to execute the plan. “Yeah, it was us. What did you think?” In all honestly he didn’t care, but he wanted to come off a bit more friendly now that he had a plan. Waiting till a lull in the conversation he popped up, “I think you need a beer. You look thirsty.”

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Blake bit at her lip feeling the warmth of his body next to hers. Even if she wanted to she couldn’t slide away as she was already pressed into the side of the sofa. She wasn’t really that brave though and since she had felt bad about being rude already she didn’t want to do it again. What she did do was shift slightly so he wasn’t pressed against her side and there was a space between where their bodies didn’t touch. It still made her uncomfortable with his proximity but it was better. Her face felt warm from a blush that seemed firmly planted on her face and when he nudged her she couldn’t stop the small squeak that fell past her lips. The surprise still present on her face he continued and Blake was sure her eyes widened. Clearing her throat she looked down and took a breath, “You know I’m here or will be here with Bud. You know we’re together right?” Raising her eyes to him she gave him a hard stare before looking down again.

Unable to stop the soft chuckle she gave a small shake of her head. He really was something else and the longer she sat here with him the more she realized how right about him Bud was. Looking down at his beer she remembered she was thirsty and hot and debated getting up to get something. If she got up though she would almost have to crawl over Leto to get out and then where would she sit and wait. Brushing some hair back she glanced up when he spoke again. Glad for the change in conversation she smiled, “You sounded good.” She said quietly, not wanting to inflate an already large ego or let him think he was better than Bud.

Blake was surprised when he jumped up and gave another quiet laugh. “I do need a drink. You don’t mind?” Lifting her head to look at him she once again noticed he was shirtless and her cheeks flushed again. “A beer sounds really good,” she said, having to clear her throat again. “Whatever you grab as long as it isn’t a lite beer works for me.” Blake couldn’t help but think how sweet it was for him to get her a beer and maybe he wasn’t that bad.

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Paradise Lost🌴  Blake & Barron

The last thing Barron remembered before blacking out was grasping the hand of Blake before the world went dark. The man was use to being in control, and he couldn’t remember a time in his adult life where he felt so helpless. If his last act on earth was holding a sweet woman’s hand attempting to provide comfort then so be it. Slowly regaining consciousness his legs felt sopping wet, and only a moment later did he realize the wetness seemed to ebb up to his hips. Meanwhile the last drops of rain scattered over him. Opening his eyes he felt the searing pain in his left shoulder knowing it had been dislocated; an all too familiar feeling. Naturally his hand lifted to the joint where he could feel the bump of the misplaced bone, and let out a grunt which was drowned out by a crashing wave. The man had been tossed from the seat despite being belted down. Looking down his legs laid in the surf, and he began to move his feet glad to have the sensation of pain which was better than the alternative. Sitting up griping his arm he let out a roar of pain, and took a minute to orientate himself. 

Hearing the call of a woman he continued his attempt to stand. Breathing out his nose he let out a string of curses, “Fucking..shit..cock sucker…” but eventually made it to his feet. Turning towards the sound he saw Blake leaning over an passenger, and started to make his way back to where the cabin rested on the shore. Coming upon them he thought to assist, but most passengers were moving about. Accessing as he walked he noticed the cockpit had been torn right off the plane. Holding his elbow he did his best to stabilize the arm. Calling out louder then what was needed given the distance, “Hey…is everyone accounted for?” It was a force of habit to take an assessment of the situation, and he realized his mistake coming closer to the women. “Are you two alright? Do you need some help?” 

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Blake had never liked flying; the pressure in her ears, the height, and the confinement were more than enough to make her dislike it. She was always afraid something would happen despite all the evidence that showed flying was safer than driving. All of that went out the window when the plane started to drop, Mace offering what comfort he could. What helped the most and kept her from hiding under her seat instead of in it was the feel of Baron’s strong hand holding onto hers. She had gripped it for dear life, glad he was a strong man because she was sure her grip was iron tight. They were quickly plunged into darkness and Blake felt herself fall forward and then backwards, her head slamming into something that sent shooting pains down her back and shoulders. The next thing she remembered was feeling wet and hearing water around her. Slowly opening her eyes she saw that for one thing she was alive and for another she was sitting in water, not her seat. Gently moving her fingers and toes she let out a sigh of relief that everything seemed to be working still. Pushing up on her legs she rose, everything rushing up to meet her before settling. Her head was pounding, but her nursing kicked in and she looked around to see if there was someone who needed help.

Blake could see Mace sitting in the sand, coming too and a look of pain across his face. Next her eyes found Zaniah as she headed over to the cockpit where Phillip still was. Not sure of his condition Blake wanted to make sure everyone else was accounted for, that left Veda and Baron. Glancing around she saw Veda lying in the sand and from this distance she could see blood. Deciding to go there first she still looked around for Baron, praying he was alright. Knelling down to Veda she was moving a ripped piece of cloth out of the way to check the sight of blood when she heard his deep baritone voice. Letting out another sigh of relief she looked up to him, seeing his arm hanging limply she frowned. “Yeah, I think we are all here. Not sure about Phillip but everyone else is breathing.” Blake stood from Veda to look at him. “Yeah, just some bumps and bruises.” Motioning up with her hand to his arm, “Is it broken or dislocated,” she asked hoping it was the latter.

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No Time For Regrets|| Blake & Leto

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Leto walked out on the patio to escape the haze taking over the house. He’d just done an acoustic the song set, and given the amount of bodies piled in there he needed some air. The California sunshine didn’t over much comfort, but it was better then the smell of human sweat and heat. Peeling off his shirt he was able to get some relief. Looking around trying to find a place to throw it he noticed Blake, or at least he thought that was her name. The one thing he knew about for sure was the woman was stacked and beautiful, and spent too much time riding Bud’s dick. The man was a musical hack, and Leto couldn’t understand for the life of him how he landed such a hot woman.

Walking to the cooler he opted to grab a beer before going over to chum up to Blake. It was hard to keep from having lustful thoughts with the amount of cleavage showing. Pulling the cap and off and carelessly tossing it over his shoulder as he headed towards the couch.

His eyes continued it assess as he sat, and waited for her to grant him attention. With the suggestion she move he squinted his face in fake annoyance, “Why would you do something like that? Does my presence offend you?” Looking towards the door he smirked, “It’s a smells like a meat packing factory in there. I suggest you wait out your boy’s arrival here.” Smiling he looked into the her eyes before finishing, “Besides gives us a chance to become acquainted. I’m Leto by the way.”

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Blake was still focused away from Leto coming over to her, adjusting the tank top she wore over her cleavage. Normally she didn’t show so much skin, but with how warm the weather was she had opted for the least amount of clothing that wasn’t a bathing suit. With the tank she wore denim shorts and she adjusted those too, which was probably the action and then the sight of his jeans that brought her out of her thoughts. Seeing his face change she shook her head, offering up a nervous smile. “No, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say you offend me.” Biting at her lip she felt a blush rise high on her cheeks. “I just meant that you might want to be alone.”

Following his eyes to the door she scrunched her nose up in disgust and shifted back into the couch. “I guess I can wait then.” Seeing the cool beer in his hand she thought about getting one out of the cooler out here but didn’t want to offend him again. “I can wait out here, yeah, it smelled pretty bad when I came out.”

Letting out a soft chuckle she met his eyes and returned his smile. “Blake, and it’s nice to meet you Leto.” She really didn’t know much about him other than Bud didn’t like him and that they were musical rivals as it were. Almost as if on cue she felt her phone vibrate and she pulled it out, quickly reading the text and sighing. “He’s going to be at least another half hour or so,” she mumbled to herself more than anything, wishing Bud would get here. Turning her gaze back to Leto she put a smile on, not wanting to be rude, again. “So was that you I heard playing upstairs?”

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Visiting Hours | Spencer & Blake

In all honesty, Spencer hated coming to the asylum to visit his daughter. He made an appearance for the newspapers so they would see him as the kind and loving father he wanted them to see but the folks on the inside knew the dark reality. A plus to this was they were all dark, for the most part and would not be able to tattle on him without ratting themselves out in the process. For those who were goody-two-shoes, they could be dealt with accordingly should they ever get a wild hair to speak to a reporter. Most local newspapers loved Spencer Royce. He was a man of the people with potential to really put Iowa on the map, because of this fact and because of his charm few people ever spoke ill of the man, least of all newspaper reporters.

Today; however, Spencer was not arriving at Glass Lake Asylum to see his beloved daughter, Olivia. Today, Spencer was missing what he once had with her friend Patricia. Patty, as he called her – his little Patty-Cake… Spencer missed what they had together. The reality was she had a tight ass and firm breasts, unlike the Missus. Things were perfect before she decided to go and get herself knocked up. Now instead of playing with her beautiful blonde locks he was here at the crazy house having his good friend Vlad pick something for him off the menu. Escorted personally by the man in charge, Spencer didn’t even turn his head as they walked passed the room that housed Olivia. When Vlad stopped a few doors down the man pointed to the small window looking in to the room.

She was a vision of loveliness, albeit a bit stir crazy. He could see the young woman pacing with a near frantic look in her eyes. On top of that she was wrenching her hands together as if something were wrong. It was the perfect opportunity to comfort the young lady. Nodding his approval, Vlad unlocked the door and the senator stepped in the confined room. “Hello there, Miss. May I have a seat?”

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Blake knew she had made a mistake she could not come back from. She liked everything in her world to be a certain way and when that didn’t happen her nervousness and anger got the better of her. It was as simple as that, and why no one understood and instead had her locked up here was beyond her comprehension. Yes she had killed someone, but the girl had it coming. She had worked for Lewis family long enough to know Blake and how things needed to be, the fact that she couldn’t follow simple instructions was her own downfall.  What did they expect Blake to do when she came home and found things out of order? How many times had she explained to the same girl where things went? It was not Blake’s fault that things were thrown or that the girl was hit, and that wasn’t her fault then it certainly wasn’t her fault the girl died. To make matters worse she had been publically humiliated at a Polo match no less. Of course she had caused a scene, again what did they expect? To come there and expect her to be peacefully arrested; arrested, even the word was disgusting.

Shaking her head she had been lost in her thoughts all morning. Today would mark a week since her arrival and nothing was being done to get her released. Rising early that morning she found herself pacing the too small space, already having spent an hour putting everything where it belonged. Once again, why was it so hard for people to understand the rules of things. Stopping at the window, or what was supposed to be a window but was a small cut out with bars across it, she began wrenching her hands together. It was something to focus on and take her mind off the dirt in the corners of the room.

Turning when she heard the door she was surprised at the man who entered. Blake knew who Spencer Royce was, everyone in their circle did, but what he was doing here she didn’t know. It dawned on her that perhaps her help was finally here and she could leave this place.  Motioning to the seat she nodded and perched on the edge of the bed. “I’m not sure what you are doing here except  to think and hope you are here to get me out of here.  Have my parents finally succeeded in making this nasty business go away?”

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When You Love a Woman - Journey (Trial by Fire, 1996)

[budfiske-blog]

In my life I see where I’ve been I said that I’d never fall again Within myself I was wrong My searchin’ ain’t over…over I know that [Chorus:] When you love a woman You see your world inside her eyes When you love a woman You know she’s standin’ by your side A joy that lasts forever There’s a band of gold that shines waiting somewhere…oh yeah If I can’t believe that someone is true To fall in love is so hard to do I hope and pray tonight Somewhere you’re thinkin’ of me girl Yes I know…I know that [Chorus] It’s enough to make you cry When you see her walkin’ by And you look into her eyes [Chorus] When you love a woman… When you love, love, love, love When you love a woman You see your world inside her eyes

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No Time For Regrets|| Blake & Leto

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The house was hot, the air conditioning couldn’t handle all the people milling in and out. Blake stood in the corner sipping on a fruity cocktail the bartender insisted she try. Right now she was beginning to regret that decision, the fruitiness making her feel nauseous.  Glancing at her phone again she sighed, she wished Bud would hurry up and get here. She didn’t like these events, and certainly not alone where she felt completely out of place. A few people who knew they were together had already stopped by to ask where he was, and she told them he would be here soon. Blake had hitched a ride Riva with as Bud had to make a few stops before showing up. She was once again wishing she hadn’t, but it was too late for regrets. Putting down the fruity drink she inched her way through the crowd and out into the cabana pool area. Sighing as a breeze blew on her hair she found an empty seat and grabbed it. Crossing one leg over the other she looked out to the pool to watch a water volley ball game.

Feeling better now that she was in the air she wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings until the cushion went down a little as someone sat. Startled she turned, thinking it was Riva or someone she knew and was met with the face of Leto. Blake didn’t really know him, she knew he played for what Bud called a rival band, and that he was very good. Of course Bud said, he was quite good and knew it too. Giving him a small smile she shifted a bit. “I can get up if you want. I’m going to go inside and get a cool drink, wait for Bud.” The words tumbled forth in nervousness, but she wasn’t sure why she was nervous.

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[barronmacara]

Tin Can Boarding

When Barron was asked if he would like to take a smaller more exclusive flight over Kirimaiti he readily agreed. After spending a couple days with the guest there were already a few he’d like to spend less time with.  He’s never admit as much to Luke and Etta, but the two managed to cast a wide net of interesting friends. Besides Zaniah, his date would be flying with them, and maybe it would give them opportunity to finally talk longer then two minutes. It wasn’t that he needed to have date, but more that his friends thought they would enjoy each others company. The picture he was shown didn’t disappoint. she was beautiful woman, and he’d always been a sucker for dark hair and light eyes. Ducking down he as not to hit his head he entered the plane to find Mace, and several others already aboard. A brassy brunette followed afterward him offering up a speech, and he decided at that moment he made the right choice.

Tucking into a seat he removed his duffel bag, and sat it next to him. The aircraft was rather impressive, and seemed pretty new. God knows he’d flow in much worse. Barron had spent years in the service which is how he came to know Luke, and afterward he sort of stumbled into bounty hunting; however if you met him on the streets he’d just smile and tell you he did contract work. Announcing you are a bounty hunter always brought about a slew of questions he had no interest in answering. He reached for his cell phone to check his messages, and felt someone looming over. He smiled and pulled the bag from the seat making room, “My apologies by all means take a seat.” Not wanting to be rude he tucked his phone away. “How are you feeling this morning?”  He only asked because the party last night went rather late and became somewhat loud.  

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After the death of her brother Brenden Blake had found herself lost, all her family was gone and for quite some time she didn’t know where she stood in the world. Wandering into St. Dominics one night she would find her life changed when she met Luke. At the time he was a priest but it wasn’t just his spiritual guidance that comforted her, it was his calmness. Even before he left the church Blake had started hanging around the Boys and Girls Club, giving swimming lessons from her work as a lifeguard.  In time she met Etta, who was actually the one to encourage her to return to school for nursing and just as she was starting her career in nursing her friends were starting not just their lives together but a new life was being brought into the world. Although nervous to take the smaller flight over she had spent the evening with Zaniah and Veda, sharing drinks and laughing, and after that how could she not join them.  Arriving a little after a few people she boarded the plane, her bag slung over her shoulder with a much needed water bottle, a suitcase behind her. Looking around the small space, though it was like first class always looked in movies she wasn’t sure where to sit. She could hear Mace speaking to someone and decided to just sit anywhere. Seeing Barron, at least she thought that was his name, she gave a small smile and went to tuck her bag behind them.

Looking up as Veda joined them she shook her head, smiling wide at her little prank and then looked down at the bag occupying the seat she was going to take. “It’s okay,” she said, “I was waiting until you finished on your cell phone.” Sitting down next to him she pulled her water bottle out and took a sip, giving a shrug. “I feel like I needed water this morning. How about you?” Taking another sip she put her hand out, “It’s Barron right, I’m Blake, nice to meet you.” Mace came out to announce that they were waiting on Phillip, who at that moment stuck his head in; after all they couldn’t go without the co-pilot.  Now that everyone was aboard he would get started in pre-flight checks and they would be leaving in about ten minutes. Blake looked over at Barron, “I’m not an experienced flier, I have to admit, I’m a little nervous.”

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Wake Up Call || Bud & Blake

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Bud hated the feeling of Blake’s trembling body. It was an all too familiar one given all the nights Em had used him as a sad attempt to erase the woes of her work. He never felt good enough for her and even though things were different now he never wanted Blake to feel like he wasn’t going to do everything in his power to help her. The problem with this situation was no too different from that of Em. No one would believe them. Blake worked at the Inferno and it really wouldn’t matter how hard she was working to keep her brother in a quality home; that little detail would be completely overlooked. Bud was a musician outwardly and even though that is what he claimed as his job he would be foolish to think he was not listed somewhere as a known associate of Kennedy Mitchell’s. The police might not know that Bud Fiske was a drug dealer but they knew he did something for the gangster.

Blake was only semi-relaxed when Bud hung up the phone with Bull. He was a good man despite his own feelings and he was becoming an even better one now that he was dating Riley Otis. “We have to babe. I hate to say this but the police are never going to believe this was an accident. They always take the side of the person with money.” Bud looked over at the limp body of her now-former landlord. Taking Blake back fully in to his arms the man was relieved when Bull showed up. Thankful at the enforcer’s intelligence nothing needed to be explained though Bud was a little confused when Bull asked him how fast they could get out without plans to return. A second later things clicked and he looked at Blake again. “Better late than never, my love. We’ve talked about it and now is the time. Move in with me. You were already bringing stuff over. Let’s grab what you think you’ll really need and get you moved in. Etta loves you and you two get along, right? And I love you. I want you there. You okay with this idea?”

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Seeing him lying there did nothing to ease the shaking in her body, the only thing helping was the soothing movement of Bud’s hand up and down her back. Resting her head on his chest she closed her eyes so as to focus on the beating of his heart. Her fingers absently wrapped his shirt through them, the other hand resting on his chest.  There had been a few times in her life where she had come close to experiencing something like this and one time she had, though no one knew of that. Blake lived with the idea that if she kept pretending it didn’t happen maybe she could erase it. He was right about calling the cops, it would be her word against his and he was dead. As far as anyone knew he was an upstanding citizen and she worked at a strip club, never mind was dating a drug dealer, and  at the very least know to be around Kennedy Mitchell.  There was no way this would work in her favor, she wouldn’t be seen as the victim, despite the door hanging on its hinges. Looking up at him she nodded, they had the same thoughts about not calling the police now. Watching Bull investigate the scene she was confused by his words, she didn’t and couldn’t leave Long Beach. Blake frowned as it took her a moment before she realized he meant leave this place not the area.

Her eyes went back to Bud as his words slowly sank in; he wanted her to move in, she got along with Etta and, “What?” She gasped out, thinking for sure she had misheard him.  “You love me?” Tears welled up in her eyes and grabbing the back of his neck she pulled him close and kissed him. “You have shitty timing Bud, but yeah I’m okay with this and I love you too.” Letting the tears spill down her cheeks she smiled, “I love you too and have for a long time. Don’t know why it took death to show me.” Letting out a chuckle she saw Bull smile but roll his eyes, motioning with his hands to get a move on. “Okay, okay, let me pack.” Taking Bud’s hand she kissed him again before going to grab and pack her life away, for she knew now she wouldn’t be returning to this house but starting a new life with the man she loved.

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Wake Up Call || Bud & Blake

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Bud had never really been in precarious situations. He sang about being a rebel but the reality was he was just a guy with a great vocabulary, a knack for making things rhyme and the ability to play the guitar. He wasn’t even sure if he sounded good when he sang even though Blotter had a pretty avid following. Bud seriously doubted his abilities on some days and even though he was good at keeping those doubts away from his expressions they still existed. That was until he met Blake. Really he was reacquainted with her since they first met in high school. She had become his everything and Bud knew his future lied in her hands. That was a big risk but Blake Lewis was worth every part of it. She made him bold and made his life feel effortless.

When she called him in a panic there was nothing that would stop him. Now, in her presence as she trembled with fear and confusion, Bud looked at the unmoving man and prayed he was dead. That was until she said the word police and it was like being jerked back in to a hard, cold reality. Life was not daisies. It was murder and mayhem and jail time. He had no idea what kind of guy this man was to his peers and if a woman like Blake would be believed no matter how truthful she was being. Her boyfriend couldn’t be the only witness to what an ass the man was. Keeping calm for her sake Bud took her in to his arms and rubbed her upper back with one hand while the other dug his cell phone out of his pocket. “I have a better idea.”

Entering in the digits Bud dialed the one person he knew he could rely in a situation like this: Oscar Bulworth. The man had always been his friend and even though he could have felt betrayed but what took place between them with Em and Kennedy Bud knew that loyalty was the man’s best quality. That loyalty ran deep and included Bud. When Bull picked up on the other end he spoke, “Hey man, I really need your help with something. Can you come to Blake’s apartment ASAP?”

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She couldn’t stop shaking and refused to let go of Bud, afraid that if she did he would slip away and his being there would be a dream. Resting her head on his chest she let the sound of his heartbeat soothe her, though images kept flooding her mind, things long since buried. What Bud didn’t know, and in truth no one knew was that she had been raped when she was in high school. A threat to hurt those she cared about left her speechless on the incident and up until this moment she had buried it, finding that easier to do when she became focused on taking care of Brenden and working all the time. Tonight though would be the opening of the Pandora’s box as it were and she kept returning to that night so long ago, coupled with still feeling her landlords hands on her and she felt a fresh wave of tears well up.

She felt him tense against her when she mentioned the police and frowned at his words, what would be better? When he hung up with the person he called she licked her dry lips, “Who was that?” She asked softly, still leaning into his touch on her back.  Hearing him say Bull she was able to put the pieces together and pulled away just enough to look at him.  “What does that mean? We’re covering it up?” Shaking again, she sighed, glancing at what she could see from here was the dead man on the floor. Giving a small nod, it would be the best, who would believe her after all, and being arrested was not something she wanted to deal with right now.

It didn’t take Bull long to show up and sticking his head inside, eyebrows arched at the broken door and scene before him his face quickly turned sour. From the shaking Blake in Bud’s arms to the broken bathroom door Bull could put together what had transpired. Not saying but nodding at Bud he leaned down to the man on the floor and felt for a pulse that wasn’t there. Standing he looked around, “How fast can you get out of here and I don’t mean for today, I mean for good?”

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Update

//Blake is now and indie muse and can be found as part of my Indie Hub found here.

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Alexandra Daddario