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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 - the attorneys at law
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄 of the night air brushed past Olivia as she leaned against the railing outside the Mahoney home. Once Olivia and Matthew had successfully re-recruited Nadeem into their cause, a plan was set in motion.
Nadeem's family needed a safe space to stay and so Brett Mahoney had stepped forward, offering for the family to stay with him and his mother. Mrs. Mahoney was a kind soul, a woman that welcomed struggling strangers with open arms, ready to help in any way that she could.
The wolf tried her best to keep her hearing as far away from the argument that stemmed from the room Nadeem's family was now occupying and keep it on the rhythmic sound of Brett's steps as he paced back and forth; she couldn't help but feel sorry for the man. He sounded broken as he tried his best to explain himself to his wife, but the woman wouldn't have it and Olivia couldn't exactly blame her.
The argument slowed to a close, pounding hearts and heavy breaths replacing the angry words and Olivia let out a light sigh before looking over her shoulder as the door to the Mahoney home creaked open, Matthew and Foggy joining the two.
Olivia turned around, offering Foggy a smile as she hopped onto the railing, the cool metal bar sending a chill up her spine as Matt moved to stand beside her.
"Mahoney really stepped up for us. Mrs. M, too." Foggy spoke before inhaling the musty air deeply. "Everyone in the neighborhood wants Fisk gone."
"Foggy," Matt interrupted the blond man, as he leaned back against the railing, a hand coming up behind Olivia's back and resting on the metal bar beside her. "You don't need to talk me into this anymore. I promised we'd do it your way, and we are."
"Good. 'Cause it's gonna work."
"Good. I hope you're right."
"Hey," Olivia spoke, their attention snapping to the previously silent wolf. "It's my plan, of course it's going to work."
The hand resting beside Olivia's thigh moved to pat it a couple of times as Matthew chuckled, "We don't doubt you."
Foggy narrowed his gaze on the action, his brows furrowing before he trailed his eyes up to Olivia's, "Am I-Am I missing something?"
Olivia frowned and directed her whiskey gaze down to Matt's hand that was subconsciously rubbing her thigh. The wolf puffed out her cheeks before a sheepish laugh escaped her. "Right..." Foggy didn't exactly know yet. The last time the wolf had seen the attorney he had been asking her if she had slept with his best friend... and now she had.
