Thirteen
What a f*****g day.
After meeting with Kingdom, Whistle steered Tasa into his old room in the clubhouse, which was luckily still unoccupied, and took her again. It crossed his mind that he should hold out until night but, at the last minute, decided against it. Thank f**k she was game. After what amounted to years, off and on, of being incarcerated, he was used to interrupted sleep, but his feet were dragging by the time he’d dropped Tasa back at her apartment and got to the Bar. It had been a long-a*s day.
Trudging into his office, he checked the time on his cell phone. He had about an hour before getting Tasa and bringing her to work. The days of her taking the bus were over. Her protests suggested that he was overreacting, but f**k it, if it put his mind at ease, he wasn’t g
