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Atlanta, Georgia – Corp Workout Facility
Trev
7½ months pregnant
Humming. That’s what I’m doing as I move around Zoie’s kitchen. I’ve been doing it a lot more often, especially after hearing how well mine and Zo’s voices blend together. This perfect woman has me doing things I never thought I’d do. I’m cooking and humming. Shopping. That’s one of m most hated pastimes. Yet, I will drop everything and do it if there is something that she or the babies need.
I do all of it because she is my everything. My life didn’t have meaning, Travis Dennis didn’t truly exist until this magnificent woman came into my world.
One thing I hate that I am unable to close out is knowing the bastard behind kidnapping my woman is ten feet under. He got his son released from jail and I’m pissed. Deck called to tell me that excellent news about an hour ago. I’m not telling her that bastard, Devin, is back on the streets. Deck and I agreed none of the women of Inked to the Max would be going anywhere unattended.
I want both father and son’s heads on a chopping blck. I need to know they are completely out of the picture. If it weren’t for my promise that I wouldn’t do anything to endanger myself to my mother and now my lady, I would be in the streets right now finding out everything I need in order to finish this thing out.
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