She was wearing skin-tight yoga pants and a sports bra. The sports bra seemed to barely contain her breasts; her cleavage was very prominent. her legs... looked fantastic in the yoga pants, her thigh gap allowing light between her muscular legs. As she walked around the front of the car to the passenger side, my eyes were glued to her butt. Her asscheeks were extremely smooth, no sagging or wrinkles anywhere. She got in the car and we went downtown to the gym. We walked in together and went. “I got her pregnant too.”Arthur was having trouble concentrating. Something in his brain told him to get mad, but he was having a hard time figuring out why. The boy’s words finally seeped between molecules of whiskey.“You sumbitch!” he croaked.“You know why I’ve been fucking Martha?” asked Bobby, as if he were asking something inconsequential, like where lettuce came from.“What?”“I asked you if you know why I’ve been fucking Martha,” said Bobby patiently.“What?” Arthur was having a hard time. His eyes were wide as he took in the size of my house. He looked like a little kid at a toy shop. I rang the intercom, and Tilly rushed to greet me. When she saw the both of us, she gasped and ushered us in. I told Jace that I would be taking a shower as I felt fine, and I left him with the maid. I stripped off, inspecting my wounds. The gash on my forehead was already dry, and I had a few bruises on my cheek and chest. Nothing that bad. I hopped into the shower and closed my eyes, enjoying the. And yet he was armed with ceramic military-grade knives, not cheap ones either. What was he doing with knives if he didn't have something illegal going on? Tony checked the pockets and didn't find any drugs but that didn't mean a lot. He probably didn't carry them on his body, not here anyway.He flipped the wallet open, checking out a Virginia license and business card. "Jet Brooks. Consultant." There was an address in Arlington that Mike or Tim would run as soon as they got Abby someplace safe.