Feral's P.O.V.
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"You guys been sulking around for hours," Trouble teased me and Cutter as he walked up to the VIP table where we were nursing a beer.
"We're not sulking," Cutter grumbled.
"I am," I admitted before tossing the rest of my beer back. "I miss my girls. They've been gone for fu.cking hours. What kind of girls' day takes this long?"
"Wait, girls?" Trouble asked. "Plural?"
"Yes, my daughter and my ol' lady," I said, giving him a strange look. "Cutter's just pi.ssy because Sorsha is still giving him the cold shoulder and hiding from him."
"What? What are you talking about?" Cutter asked, giving me the same look I just gave Trouble. "Sorsha and me ain't great, brother, but we're talking at least."
"Then why ain't you with her instead of in
