CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

GRANT POV - MOLE FOR THE RATELS

Ivin had been clearing his throat in the background since I started my gym session, which meant he wanted to talk.

Unfortunately for him, I wasn’t in the mood to talk. Not unless he had a warm cunt on standby and the guarantee she wouldn’t start clinging afterward.

Since I’ve known Ivin, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him with a woman. Maybe he’s into men. Maybe he’s married to his damn guns. I don’t care. My thoughts are ...