Chapter 113: Contract

There are some clauses that I’m putting in the contract. Trust me, you will thank me. – Joshua

Athos was still living at the Shack when Evie was sick in June. He stopped by a few times, but he never saw the horrible patient that Law had described. His brother and Ink were so worried about her that they didn’t care how she acted. As long as she got better.

Even now, as she was laid up at the house with her arm in a sling, he didn’t see the bad patient.

Where as Nessie was a self-proclaimed house cat, Evie was more of a bored, one armed tigress. Every afternoon, after Ink left and before Tank got home, Athos would take Evie for a walk through the grove.

They both had to leave their phones at the house. Tank had called the first day and demanded that Athos take Evie back to the house.

It didn’t matter that they were on private property. Or that, under Werewolf’s orders, Athos carried a side arm. Or even that she did not need her arm to walk.

Her men had nearly lost the love of their li