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.

took a while, but Everett finally replied with a

the master bedroom

to care. Everett, fascinated

how

to sit up, frustrated, and gave him a kick on the shin. He didn't

interesting... quite

such items before. Without Dorothy, he had no interest in such

her, she was

robe and dashed into the bathroom, hoping to avoid any more of his

"No!"

I promise, at most three more times

door swung open, and Dorothy glared at

day after, and the week's

of adding

it, thanks,

seemed like negotiations were

There was plenty of time to

something occurred to her, "Ever

all people, walking into a store and

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