Thirty days.
That's how many days have passed since Finn and the guys killed Dungeon. Thirty days since the rivalry with the Devils Den has officially been over.
And it's been a busy thirty days. I've fallen into a nice routine, and the club is back to running as usual. Finn and the guys did another run for one of their buyers earlier this month. I was handling the bills for the house and happened to check the account balance. No s**t, almost f*****g passed out. Finn isn't kidding when he says we can have and do whatever we want. I don't want to live a life of extreme luxury, though. Going from one extreme to the next isn't always a good thing.
We agreed that despite whatever money is in the bank or comes in from jobs, we're going to live as simple a life as we can. That's what
