Chapter 1:56 Tick and Tocks Around the Clock, By Vince

Chapter 1:56 Tick and Tocks Around the Clock, By Vince

I’m a control freak, I admit that, and the very reason I was against having kids is unraveling before my eyes. Reminding me why I’m the last person in the world who deserves him.

Obviously trapped, the woman starts screaming in a language I’ve never heard with minimal broken bits to translate, but not understand.

Ticks and tocks on a toddy clock when Jack met Sally, and Miles Otis had pie with James Bond.

The English was so broken I wasn’t sure she spoke it fluently.

At least until the unmistakable voice of ‘Roman’, and Alex, their dom identify exactly who I’m dealing with. In the moment his bourbon voice breaks in, I take note of her genuine uniform. Not to mention the open bag with a sealed envelope that has my name on it.

Shit.

Not a hooker. An actual courier complete with rainbow frosting.