“Knock, knock,” Rubble said as he stepped into the President’s office.
Gus looked up with a sigh. He took off his reading glasses and leaned back in his chair. It had been several days since Eleanor’s impromptu discharge from the hospital. The Brothers assigned to guarding it had dispersed to other duties, though the MC was keeping a close eye on Eleanor’s residents.
Once the police released the crime scene, Gus had a cleaning service handle most of the damage, and he paid to have the doors replaced. There was no sign of the struggle that transpired. He had no idea if Eleanor would even return to the house, but they would make sure everything was ready for her if she did.
“How’s everything?” Gus asked.
“I should be asking you that,” Rubble said, taking a seat. “Mad Dog said he and El
