Chapter 15 P2 3236DYs 26 Years Old, Waverly’s Underground Home

Me and this female Doberman, Bridge are on my couch, going over through photographs, until one catches my eye.

I immediately shift my focus to a specific photo that has a place to my liking, making me smirk. "Woah... what is that place?" I asked curiously.

"What? Come on now, we need to focus..." she snarled before she tries blocking the photo I'm looking at with one of her front paws, but I grab it in time with one of my normal front paws.

"Come on, I'm being serious, look!" I barked before showing the Doberman a photo of a luxurious gun store. "They probably have some high-quality shit since it's in the one and only city in these lands! Do you know the street at least?"

"Ugh... I'll tell you after you kill that fucker, okay?"

"Fine, fine... make this whole investigating thing quick though, I don't want my love thinking I'm cheating on him or nothin'."

"Whatever, considering that I'm the one being cheated on... but at least you have a good heart for him. Dasha, was it?"