“Fuck it. He can come live with me.” Munch ran a hand over his soft hair, and Vin gawked in awe. “And what the fuck would you tell Wynter?” “Shit,” Munch shrugged with a snort. “Tell her ass anything. I’ll tell her it’s my nephew. Tell her it was Jay’s long-lost kid. You know how much fucking my brother was doing,” Munch quipped.
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