Gage is gruff and irritated, awaiting his turn, peeling her away from Ty with an impatient grumble. Her pint-sized fingers latch on to his shirt. “That shit was fucked up, Ivy, but legendary. You’re my hero, girl.” “Look at you, pussy-worshipping, Big Guy,” she teases with a wry grin. Gage chuckles. “Let’s just say, you’ve renewed my faith, angel. You won’t ever run from us again. Understand?” “Yes, sir,” she quips.
