The wrong brother.
Dorcas Bakeri closed my eyes and she slipped awayi can't sleep until i feel your touchcan you see what that woman does to memy wife has been peeking at me
“What do you mean your wife, hold on, is that—”
“Mind your word, Vegas, she's still my wife.” I said calmly as he rolled his eyes to the back.
“She's been circling the idea for a week now I guess, and I think that show the other day made it easy for her to decide” I said, pausing briefly.
“But I was lucky.”
“Lucky how?” Vegas asked, tilting his head.
“My brother,” I said, “He suggested something else. Something that I'm really sure would distract her mind and shift her Focus elsewhere while I figure out how to clean up my mess.”