Jesseye came down from her loft about an hour or two later, rubbing her eyes and sighing deeply. "Where's Shane?" she asked softly. The older woman didn't even bother looking up, "He's gone. He won't hurt you anymore, Jess." she said with a shake of her head, painting a fresh coat on an old mustang. She blinked her surprise, "Wh-what?" "He left, sis." Jazza reiterated while dipping her brush in a can of metalic paint, "He took his cut and went." She reported as if she didn't care either way. Tears welled up in her puffy eyes, "Was, was, that why you were yelling?" Jesseye asked hoarsely before drawing conclusions and clenching her hand into a fist,"You kicked him out?!" Jazza's brows arched together. She set her brush down in a safe space and looked up, "You're mad at me?" she asked in a tone as cool as ice,"He hurt you." She nearly growled, pushing herself up from the g
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