“No, thank you.” He grabbed his keys from the floor, biting the inside of his cheek when his back panged as he lifted. “I’ll have someone deliver the pills.” “Bring them yourself.” “That won’t be necessary.” “What if I want to see you again?” He paused on his way to the door. Was the Royal serious? “Also, not necessary.” “I’m not a fan of that answer, Butcher.”
This is why you gotta be careful who you drug and sleep with Berga baby.
