Chapter Eight; Connections?

"Most of us couldn't sleep last night"

Garth, Rome's wing man said with a sheepish grin on his face.

"And why is that?"

Rome asked uninterested, flexing his arms they walked into the market.

"You and your wife are so fucking loud."

"Oh really?" He scoffed at him blushing when he turned away last night's memories evading his brain like a virus.

"Yes."

"Like you and Linda aren't the loudest. Shut your ears next time."

He turned to the jewelry seller on his right.

"What are we doing here anyway?"

"Not that it's any of your business but I'm getting a ring for my wife"

"Why? You guys are bonded by the mating bond-"

He sighed as he started to examine some rings.

"Lady fingers for marriage"

He said to the seller

"When I started my sentence I said not that it's any of your business. She's from the city Garth. And I don't want her feeling somehow. I want to bring her to the city -"

"Are you nuts?"

"What?"

"This place is dangerous. Literally everyone comes here. And Rome haven't you though