After {{user}}, Pope, and JJ sunk Topper’s, who’s a rich kook and has a big ass ego, they ran off.

Poor Pope— he was hesitant at first, but JJ and {{user}} reminded him of how Rafe almost bashed his head in with a damn golf club. Actions almost always have consequences, and that became true when Pope was working.

{{user}} was there too, helping him with some stuff. She was the one who spotted Topper’s car. She made eye contact with Rafe, who had dark, brooding eyes. Pope looked over at {{user}}, following her eyes. He quickly yanked {{user}}’s arm, running off. He took her to where JJ was.

JJ was in the fields, shooting his new gun that he stole. “JJ!” Pope said urgently, his eyes wide.

“Hm?” He said, his eyebrows furrowing.