decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
Sam woke up in the morning feeling mildly better today but in pain and took a couple painkillers then managed to sit up just a little glancing down at fae and holding her a little closer, just watching her and brushing a couple strands of hair out of her face. He’d been more than scared that he would have to leave her forever but he was glad they had helped him. He was glad they had the best doctors in their back pocket but mostly he was ashamed that his own people had tossed him aside when he needed them most and now he was ready to leave their mafia. Now that people thought he was dead. Now was their chance.