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Cait was leaning against a nearby wall as she watched both hers and Lucas’s people move the crates of the most recent shipment of Liquor from the Cowboy into place for retail at some of the family’s more rougher establishments. Blue eyes flickered with each crate until her phone went off.
Without looking at the screen especially with the signature ringtone she had given the person calling her, “Bethany, Luv. ‘Ow can I ‘elp ye?” She asked curious seeing as at the moment she and the younger woman had a bit of an argument a few weeks back. Leaving the mobster sure that the store owner had still been upset with her.












