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CHAPTER THREE , THESE DIRTY POGUES KNOW HOW TO PARTY
CONTENT WARNING!!! Depictions of abuse
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"Oh, shit..."
Leah's sad eyes stay on Lana as she cries over her husband's lifeless body.
"What kind of boat did he have?" JJ asks.
The girl who had showed them the picture of the closeup on Scooter's body turns back to them. "Somehow, that dirtbag copped a brand-new Grady-White."
Leah closes her eyes and lets out a breath through her nose. Of course...
"Everyone's out looking for it."
Leah opens her eyes and watches the Paramedics wheel away Scooter's body. Lana follows after her husband and Leah couldn't help the tight feeling from appearing in her chest. She couldn't imagine losing the one person she dedicated her life to.
How could someone move on from that?
John B stands up, "Meet at my place in an hour." He tells the other three Pogues before walking away.
Leah exchanges a worried look with Pope. She knew that if anyone would be as worried as she was, it would be Pope. Leah came off as someone who doesn't think twice about her actions, but when it came down to life or death Leah wasn't going to take any chances.
Leah and JJ were walking together to her house. "You didn't have to walk me." She keeps her eyes on her Nike's.
"Eh, I mean, What else was I going to do?" JJ shrugs.
Leah shrugs, "Go with John B?" She suggests.
"And listen to his theories about what's going on? No, thank you." JJ shudders.
"You mean, John B won't have sex with you?" Leah turns to him. JJ stops and turns to her, his blue eyes immediately meeting her brown ones. "Lee, I'm not walking with you, so we can have sex."
Leah looks to the side, her face getting hot with embarrassment. "I shouldn't have said that. Sorry."
