Like he was an average person, and not a man that had spent the better part of his life terrorizing and killing people.
His little bird was becoming stronger right before his eyes.
Beautiful little bird.
“Why did he only adopt Mark?”
“He wanted him to know that he was a part of a family,” Dominic said meeting his gaze head on.
He knew what the man was trying to convey. That no matter what was going on. No matter the troubles that they were going through, that he was family.
Even if he didn’t feel like he was.
Even if he had never felt like he was.
It was raining cats and dogs.
She did not like the rain all that much.
Not because of the weather.
When she and Mark had been in Washington it had rained a lot, and she hadn’t minded it.
Right now though, not so much.
Because she was bored.
All of the men had decided that it was too dangerous for her to go out and do anything, just in case she was the reason for the fire.
Which meant that she was stuck here.
Just like she had been all week.
The rental house didn’t have any books, and she was sick of watching movies.
Mark was working out, so she couldn’t go convince him to do something fun, like the fun that took place in the bedroom.
So she was sitting in the window sill, doodling on a piece of paper as the rain tracked down the window.
Branson groaned from his position on the couch when his phone rang.
Apparently, he didn’t like being bored any more than she did, and because Rick, Danny, and Dominic were all working on something, and Mark was working out, he was on babysitting duty.
“Yo,” Branson muttered in to his phone.
