Mike had been racking his brain to find the right guy for the job. It wasn't easy.

Even though Quincy was all tied up, the sheer size of the man was something she could feel. And even if she couldn't, what if?

The tasks assigned by Mr. Thompson had to be carried out to the best of Mike's abilities.

Once the guy took the cash and left with a big grin on his face, Mike glanced towards the motel room door before calling over two ladies.

"Go inside, don't wake her. Just tidy up a bit."

"Got it."

With that, Mike also left the motel.

He had been standing guard outside the room just in case, listening to the muffled sounds from within. It had been... somewhat unsettling.

Now, he needed to get some contracts sorted to ease his mind a bit.

Once in the car, Mike sent a text to Everett's number, updating him on the progress.

Mr. Thompson, everything is going according to plan. No issues.

Everett finally replied with a

master bedroom of Bay

to care. Everett, fascinated as if he had discovered a new world, pulled out

see how this

strength to sit up, frustrated, and gave him a kick on the shin. He didn't seem annoyed, continuing to fiddle

looks interesting...

never bothered with such items before. Without

with her, she was all

and dashed into the bathroom,

"No!"

me today, I promise, at most three more times this week,

open, and

It's Friday! Tomorrow and the day after, and the week's over! Do

of adding

fine without it, thanks,

seemed like negotiations were off

wasn't in a hurry. There was

hair, when something occurred to her, "Ever where did

Everett, of all people, walking into

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