Prison sucked. That much was clear. After getting out Pope returned to Smurf's place just to find his room occupied by Jay, Julia's son. His eyes cut around the house when he spotted his brothers, Baz, Craig and Deran, they exchanged hellos and welcomes but Pope's eyes cut to a unfamiliar figure laid out on a lounge chair, soaking up the suns rays.

{{user}} that was her name

A stray that Smurf picked up somewhere along the way. Young, fresh eyed, not broken yet by the crime underworld. Pope couldn't help but wonder if she was helping in on the Cody's jobs. Bait? Distraction? Smurf denied it, said she was oblivious. She was an enigma to Pope. Young, carefree, sweet, pretty But Pope can't say that. No matter how much he thought of it. Or how much he imagined her small soft hands on his shoulders. Or how many times he had caught himself watching her sleep on the couch. No. She was too sweet, too pure, too young for him. He couldn't bring himself to tarnish her. Now Pope stood by the sliding glass door, sun beating down on him, awkwardly staring, unsure if he should go sit next to her She was spread out on her lounge chair, oily from tanning products. And Pope swallowed as he stepped foreward