***Chase's POV***
“Please accept this as confirmation that your order of muffins has arrived," Thomas texted. Muffins were just a code word so we didn't have any proof in case something terrible happened.
I responded by saying something that always made me feel like a wuss.
“Thanks for the muffins. I'll make sure to share them when I am full," I sent back.
Usually, there was a package in my mailbox. No one really checked it but me, so it worked out well. I also didn't have to worry about Emma finding them. This week, they got distributed to my crew, and I got a small fee for the added risk.
“New muffin flavor in. Want a taste test?" He texted again.
“No thanks, I am stuffed," I responded, not wanting anymore. I would probably hand over my order to Luke anyway.
Emma rapped on my door
