Crowns of Chaos Boxset

By JA Lafrance

Join the brotherhood of the Crowns of Chaos as Prince, Rough, Cappy and Commando navigate the world of bikers and love.

Each story sends you on a journey that will leave you heartbroken, angry, cheering and finally happy.

This is the boxset for the Crowns of Chaos. There are four bonus scenes, plus this will be the only way that you can get Commando in paperback.

Join the ride, and hang on tight.

Trigger warnings: The stories in this boxset may trigger some. Please read each blurb before moving forward with the story. Acts of violence to self and others, bullying, and other actions that may cause some to be triggered.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JA Lafrance
• Release date: May 14, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224357185

JA Lafrance

JA resides in Northern Ontario Canada but is originally from the Capital of Ontario.She is married to her loving husband and has three beautiful children.When she is not locked in her writing cave she works with the board of education as a supply Educational Assistant.She loves watching hockey and Soccer and enjoys talking to the many people she has made friends with.She enjoys a good joke and can usually be seen with a smile on her face and a joke on her lips.

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Prince in the Big Apple

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Book 1

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Originally released in 2021

Blurb

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Your hair is too red.

Your voice is too soft.

You are just too plain.

All things that Muriel Mack's husband reminds her of on a daily basis until it all comes to a head and Muriel becomes more than just a verbal punching bag.

Left for dead in a house where no one ever visits, she hopes that someone will come looking for her, and soon.

Justen Prince Erikson started as a prospect. Then his skill set got him noticed. As his brothers made him Treasurer of Crowns of Chaos MC, his love life takes a swift turn in the wrong direction and challenges his Prince Charming status.

But if one act of kindness and understanding brings these two people together, will they love to cure the hurt?

Or

Will someone's voice be silenced permanently?

Warning: This story is intended for mature audiences. Please note that the discussions in this story touch on rape, domestic violence, and suicide. If you are triggered by these violent acts, please proceed with caution.

Prologue

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~Justen~

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Jasmine, will you just fucking stop? I already told you that I am on gate duty tonight. I have to stay alert. I can’t have you giving me a blow job while I have to pay attention to who’s coming to the gate. I push away my girlfriend, who decided tonight was as good of a night as any to surprise me.

Justen, you spend all your time here in this, this run-down shack instead of in my upscale apartment. You know I want this to go further, but I won’t play second in our relationship. She growls as she aggressively tries to rip open my jeans and uses her taloned hands to reach into my pants and grip my cock like she is trying to strangle it. I would have laughed at her aggression, but she always ends up digging her pointed nails into the base of my shaft.

Prince, what the fuck is going on? You are on duty, and you know women aren’t supposed to be here tonight. Rough growls at me as he stands at the opening of the little hut at the gate.

Rough, I told her to go. I lose my temper with the woman on the floor and push her away.

Justen... She spits at me as I hold up my hand.

Jasmine, you were told by Viking the last time you showed up that you were not welcome back unless it was to a family gathering, and Prince here invited you. Rough loses his patience and rubs his fingers across his forehead as if trying to rub out a migraine.

Whatever, Roy, she spits, like I told John. I will come here whenever I want because my boyfriend is here. She digs her nails into my thigh as Rough steps closer.

Let me make myself abundantly clear, bitch. This is Crowns’ property. Your daddy owns jack shit on it or any of the members that are in it. Just because this fool dips his dick in your overused honey pot does not give you the right to use our government names, nor does it mean that you can be on this property whenever your clit gets a fucking heartbeat. You have five seconds to leave. You are no longer welcomed here, no matter who the fuck invites you. He grips her arm and demands me to open the gate before directing her out and making a gesture for me to close it.

Justen, if you don’t follow me, don’t bother coming over tonight. She screeches as she tries to rattle the iron bars.

Prince, you certainly go for the Princess types. How about you focus on your job and figure out where your loyalties actually lie. We have your back, but do you truly have ours? Rough smacks me on the back and heads towards the crowded building.

I stare at him, and I know where my loyalty lies, and it lies with my brothers, the members that helped to save me from ending my life.

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Hey Prince, it’s time for you to go get your drink on, Commando growls as he enters the door. I nod at him and grab my bottle of water.

Thanks, man, I punch him in the shoulder and head towards the loud music and the easy women.

Prince! Rough yells as Bambi dances around a pole. His eyes swing from her to the place where all the men in the room are looking. They are all watching the train being pulled by the pool table.

I give him a chin lift and head to the bar, asking the prospect for a beer with a rum chaser.

Prince, I heard your girl was back. Viking sits beside me and signals for another round.

Look, Pres, I am sorry. I warned her she wasn’t to be there. Tomorrow, I will dump her. She has gotten me into trouble too many times. I take a deep breath, ready to explain that my loyalty lies.

Rough told me he laid it all on the line for you. I nod and look at Rough, who is staring at me.

My loyalty will always lie with my brothers and the members of Crowns of Chaos MC. They always will because you guys saved me. I ignore my drinks and stand up, heading for the door and the open air.

Where are you going? Rough and Viking both ask.

I need to ride, to think, to be free, and then I’ll be back. I push my face to the night sky and take a breath, deeply breathing in the crisp night air.

I find my gorgeous girl, a beautiful Harley-Davidson Pan head with a bright red tank and the Crowns of Chaos decal over the top of the gas cap. On the other side is an opal-colored mermaid tale.

I start her up and breathe deep. There is nothing more calming than the smell of exhaust and the sound of the V-twin engine, that sound like the thunderous roar of the perfect storm.

Time for me to clear my head and end things with Jasmine. I will not have my brothers doubting me and my loyalty when they have given me everything. The day they found me, I was trying to overdose, but I had a conscious and couldn’t force myself to take the correct number of drugs.

As the gates open, I fly past Commando with a two-finger salute. Smiling, knowing that this time tomorrow, I will be a free man, and I can finally feel like I am part of the club.

Flying down the deserted road towards the bridge and the place where I can sit and think. I can come up with a plan to remove Jasmine from my life without her calling in the ‘do you know who my daddy is’ card.

Mom, I know you're listening right now, and I need guidance. I need you to help me for the best possible outcome, one that won’t bring chaos to my brothers or the club. I pulled up to the highway, waiting for the light to change, heading in the bridge's direction.

Chapter One

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~Muriel~

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Why are you still here, you dumb bitch? Erik screams at me as he throws my belongings out the door. Not even giving me the decency to put them in plastic bags. He is throwing them out the door and directly into a mud puddle.

I want to get Flounder. He is my cat, and you don't like him, anyway. I stammer as I watch his face morph from mildly angry to rage-filled.

The fucking piece of shit bit Ursa, so I threw him out of the house. Hopefully, the fucker gets caught by the Littles’ dog. He throws his head back and barks out a laugh that sends a chill through my body.

Erik, are you almost done? The bitch is ruining my mood, and I have to get back to him before he comes looking for me. She clicks her teeth and picks at her nails.

I sit there and look at her, truly look at her to see where I fail at keeping any man, let alone one that I am basically in debt to.

Oh, you like what you see, do you? She saunters over toward me, and I watch as her fake breasts sit firmly on her chest. I look down at mine and see them sway slightly from side to side. Her flat stomach, which has a reminiscence of Erik's cum running down it, causes me to look at my own belly. It hangs over my pelvis and giggles with movement.

I feel Erik step behind me, raising my arm above my head, winding his arm around mine, and locking it behind my head. The hold has me in a position that makes it impossible to move. His other hand slithers up my side before he firmly places his hand over my mouth, causing panic to rise in my body.

Let's teach this little bitch a lesson, Ursa. He bites into my flesh and pulls back, taking small pieces of my skin with him.

Ursa steps closer to me, poking her finger into my chest and running it down the buttons. Her nails were so sharp that the buttons popped as she cut through each string.

I love when Erik and I play with unsuspecting women. She grips my chin, jerking my face towards her, dislodging Erik’s hand, before she bites down on my lip and pulls hard.

Please, please stop. I whimper.

What makes you think you have a choice in this? Erik growls as he marches me to a support beam and strings me up.

For the next three hours, Ursa and Erik abused my body. They do things that have never interested me but are now being forced upon me. They mark my body with bruises and cuts on the outside, and there has to be damage to my insides, as the liquid running down my leg can’t be just cum.

Muriel, it is always fun when little bitches squeal. Ursa cackles as she turns and walks out of the house.

I want you gone from this house. You can tell that piece of shit, father of yours. He needs another way to repay his debt. He reaches up with a knife and cuts the ropes.

My body crumbles to the floor. I am so badly beaten that I land on my face and don’t move. Maybe if I play dead, he will just leave.

Little bitch, you’re supposed to catch yourself. He laughs before kicking me in the head and knocking me out.

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Knock, knock, knock.

Muriel dear, are you there? Mrs. Littles’ voice comes through the door.

Help me, please. I croak out as the knocking stops and then the creak of her walking down the steps.

I close my eyes and cry myself to sleep, hoping that someone saves me before he comes back.

I dream, and when I do, I imagine a man that protects me and loves me for being me.

Oh, baby. I am so sorry. My dad's voice breaks as he lifts me into his arms. Causing me to whimper in pain.

Daddy, I'm so sorry. I tried. I sob as pain rips through my body and shatters my heart.

My little fish, you made me realize how big of a fuck up I am. The cold air hits my broken body as he carries me away from the torture house and places my broken body in his truck.

I'll fix this, my fish, and that prick will pay with his fucking life. My dad growls and slams my door.

I'm sorry, daddy, I tried to save you, I whisper as my dad climbs into the driver's seat.

Muriel Annabeth Mack, you have nothing to be sorry for. In this life, it's a parent's job to protect their children. If anything, I’ve failed you. But we are Macks, and Macks always right their wrongs. He grips my hand and turns to face the front before he says, Even if it means eliminating the problem.

Chapter Two

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~Muriel~

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Okay, my little fish. I will be gone for at least a month. I have my neighbors stop by to check on you and to make sure that you have food. I got a bank card for you, and it’s sitting on the counter with the keys to my other car. My dad whispers as he drops his bag at the front and turns to me.

My dad has watched over me since that night two weeks ago. This trip was something I knew was coming, but as I lay here on the couch, I hurt. Not because my dad has to go, but because I can’t get my mind away from thoughts that would make this potentially the last time I see my dad’s face.

Muriel, promise me that when I come back, we will get help together?

I look at my dad as tears stream down my face. I can't tell my dad that I don't want to be a burden on him, that I can see the worry in his eyes. I know that everything that has happened to me is weighing heavily on his soul.

Have a safe trip, daddy. I love you. I whisper.

I love you, my little fish. I promise this too shall pass. He kisses my forehead and walks out the door.

I listen to his car start and then the gravel crunch as he leaves the driveway.

Laying on the couch, I decided that it was time. My dad has bent over backward for me from the time I was born till now. I can’t ever repay him for being there and walking me through life when, obviously, I have no control over my future.

I close my eyes and cry; I don’t know how to deal with this, this hurt, this hate, this utter destruction. My demons have taken over, and I can’t fight my way out of the deep depression that I am in.

I’m sorry, daddy, for being such a screw-up. I do not know how to get back to being me. I whisper as I close my eyes and think about ending my life.

They say that killing yourself is the chicken’s way out, but they don’t know me. They don’t know my story. They don’t know the pain I feel when I watch people I love walking on eggshells around me.

A story that starts with my mom walking away from my dad for a chance at a man who didn’t want her. He used her and then sold her to the next man, and she dragged me along every single time.

It wasn’t until the age of thirteen when I landed in the hospital, and they called child protective services to place a protection order on me. I asked for my daddy, okay, so I begged for my dad to come to save me. Still, to this day, eighteen years later, my dad saves me. He has become my very own Batman, one who fights the world so that I can try to slay demons. But the demons that always win.

It doesn’t take me long to fall into a light sleep, where I dream of being taken against my will and no one comes to save me.

I need to get help, or maybe I need to cut my losses and end things.

Who wants to have a woman around that is so skittish she jumps when the wind blows?

Chapter Three

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~Justen~

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I can’t believe that Jasmine had the balls to come to the clubhouse smelling like sex. I warned her that if I caught wind of her screwing another man, we would be done. I should have ended it there, but instead, I told her to go home, and I would be by to see her. I saved her from the humiliation of getting dumped.

Flying down the highway toward her place has my body tight. I need to fight or fuck. This bullshit relationship needs to fucking end, but I don’t know if I will be able to keep my composure or if I’ll fucking snap when I see her.

Jasmine lives in the upscale neighborhood called Sebastian Heights. Her daddy is a CFO at one of the major businesses in town, and he doesn’t believe in saying no to his daughter. The bitch is so spoiled that my brothers banned her for demanding attention from everyone.

Pulling into her driveway, I notice a beat-up ford Taurus that has ‘wrecking yard’ written all over it, but I guess one man’s junk is another one’s gizmo, or however that one goes.

Driving past the house, I shut off the engine and coast until I am further up the street before I kick down the stand, get off my bike, and walk up to the house, laughing to myself. Jasmine gave me a key to her place on the second date with the exact words, ‘this is going to be forever’.

Reaching the door, I turn the knob and push. The door creaks open, and I walk into a complete pigsty. Alcohol bottles were thrown all over the place. Multiple takeout food containers are scattered across every surface, making the house smell like mold and dog shit.

Wait, that is dog shit.

Ursa, please don’t stop. The high-pitched moan comes from the back of the house, and I make my way to see what this Ursa is doing to make the person moan so loud.

I creep up to the door and push, then stare with my mouth hanging open at the scene in front of me. Jasmine or Ursa has the man tied to the bed, and she is riding him, only she has a dildo strapped to what looks like a Jackhammer tilted on its side, and it moves so fast into her asshole that she shakes before she squirts all over the blindfolded man.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I lean against the door frame and wait for their breathing to get in check. I smirk when the guy begs for the cock ring to be shut off because it is hurting, and she tells him to stop being a little bitch.

Speaking of being a bitch, I state and watch as both Jasmine and the dude jump.

Prince, what are you doing here? Jasmine screeches and detaches herself from the two dicks and stands on shaking legs.

Well, you see Jasmine, or is it Ursa? I state when the punk ass pussy on the bed speaks up.

Who the fuck is Jasmine? Ursa, untie me and take this blindfold off. He shouts before struggling with the rope, his limp dick shriveling into the shell like a small turtle.

Erik, please hold still. She whispers as she unties him and takes off the blindfold.

Hey dude, tuck your shit into a pair of her panties and shut the fuck up, yeah? I growl.

Prince, I can explain. She sputters and steps toward me. I shake my head, raising my hand as the other reaches into my pocket, grabbing for the key she had given me out of my pocket.

Jasmine, or Ursa, whatever your name is, we are through. I will instruct my brothers to remove you from the premises if you dare show up at the gates. You will be told to fuck off. I spin and head to the front door.

Prince, please! She squeals, just as the dude asks her who I was?

I was the fucking dude she tried to fuck for three weeks straight. Thank fuck, the only part of her fake fucking body that got near my dick is that foul fucking mouth. She sucks dick like a bitch with no teeth. Chick probably has so many communicable diseases that some aren’t even named yet. I shout back as I exited the house.

I need to get the fuck out of here. Walking into this dump and then watching the bitch squeal has my gut turning.

I need to ride, get my knees in the breeze and celebrate that I am free. I am no longer a burden to my brothers. Although, I am going to have to get checked and scrub my dick raw.

Chapter Four

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~Muriel~

Three Weeks Later

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No, daddy, I will be here when you get back home, I whisper into the phone.

Today is the day I have to leave the house. I have to go to the grocery store and pick up food for the rest of the week. Knowing that the neighbors are feeding me is precious, but I need to start eating healthier. I need to make sure that I get my life back on track before I continue on the journey of becoming a better me.

I promise, daddy. I will be here when you get home tomorrow evening. I smile slightly as my dad tells me we will get through this together. That families always have each other’s back.

Hanging up the phone, I shake my head. Families are supposed to be there for their members. There is never supposed to be one that forgets that another exists, yet my mom did. My mom walked away from me. No, walked away is the wrong word. My mom tried to make me into a prostitute, and she almost succeeded.

The store was only a block away, but my dad had told me to drive his other car, just in case I needed to have a feel safe type of moment to happen. So, I reach for the keys and open the door. I look around the neighborhood before I take the first step to leave the house.

The grocery store isn’t packed, but my nerves are on high alert, and I know I need to focus on getting the things I need and then getting back home.

I had made a plan to do the far outside of the store and end up at the front, ready to check out. I picked up all the things on the list and then added a few little snacks that I decided I wanted. Thank goodness daddy left me his bank card so that I could buy anything that I wanted to.

As I am standing in line waiting to be cashed out, I notice the door swish open, and in walks Ursa and Erik. Erik looks angry, and Ursa looks like how I felt the day she took the only place on my body that I had left.

My body shakes, and I can feel the panic attack settling in. As I put the stuff on the belt, my hands shake and tears well in my eyes. I know that within the next little bit, I am going to break down and cause a scene.

Luckily for me, the cashier was quick and didn’t ask me questions as I paid for my food and grabbed the bags, leaving the store quickly and heading towards the bridge.

I need to end this now!

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I pull over at the base of the bridge and walk along the sidewalk until the bridge is clear. Looking from my left to my right, I climb up onto the ledge and lean.

Why did you have to give me this kind of life! I scream as the tears fall freely from my eyes.

Why did you give me all the hardships? I scream again, leaning out further.

I look below; at the river flowing, and right below me are the sharp, jagged rocks. At least when I fall, I won’t suffer.

The river is wild right now. A deep voice startles me, making me pull back just a little. I look over my shoulder into the deep brown eyes of a tall, gorgeous man.

Is there room up there for me? His eyes never leave mine as his hand reaches up under mine, and he pulls himself up.

Careful, you don’t want to fall, I whisper as I reach out my free hand to protect him from falling.

Can I ask why we are up here? His hand reaches out as he wraps his fingers in my bright red hair.

I-I-I don’t know, this life is too hard. a sob slips from my mouth as I let my hand holding on go.

Hold on, Mermaid! He yells and tightens his arm around my middle.

I scream as he hugs me tight to his body and somehow climbs both of us off the railing.

Whatever is going on in your life, beautiful, this is not the way out. I promise you. You have so much more to see and do in the future. His hands rub my cheeks before he asks which way to my car.

Pointing to the left, he wraps his arms around me and takes me to my car.

I am going to follow you home, baby. I promise. I just want to make sure you are safe.

I nod and start my car, watching him walk to a beautiful red motorcycle that is parked just behind me.

We both take off, him following me and me heading home with a man I don’t know, but a man that makes me feel so safe that my head starts to spin, and my heart beats quicker. My demons are silenced.

Chapter Five

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~Justen~

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The woman is absolutely stunning. Her red hair is like the cartoon mermaid character, and her crystal blue eyes make me gasp like a girl. I wanted to lean in and taste her lips, but I saw the depth of just how scared she was. She truly didn’t want to be on the bridge, but it was like a driving need to end the demons in her head, the ones that told her to take her own life. Ones that I desperately want to find out and heal.

I follow along behind her, watching as she wipes at her eyes so many times. Something about this woman is calling to me. I don’t know if I want to get too close. Jasmine or Ursa, whoever she is, has ruined my outlook on women, but there is just something about this one that makes me feel the need to protect her.

Pulling in behind her and shutting off my bike should have made me nervous, but there is something about her that makes me want to do everything in my power to protect her.

I tap on the window and watch her jump and scream, shaking her head and yelling no, please stop before her eyes focus on the windshield, and she turns her head.

I am going to open your door. I promise I will not hurt you, okay? Reaching for the handle, noticing that the locks are engaged, I need you to open the door so that I can carry in your groceries. I show her my hands and point to her locks, waiting for her to nod her head. She takes a few minutes before her head bobs up and down, then the locks pop open.

I lower my hand, grabbing for the handle and pulling it open as slowly as I can. Crouching down and waiting for her to focus on me, before I smile at her and whisper, Hi sweetheart, my name is Justen, I am part of the Crowns of Chaos MC, and my brothers call me Prince because they say I look like some cartoon character that Disney portrayed. I want to help you, but I also want you to know that if you don’t want me to, I will walk away. I just need to make sure that you are okay.

I am so sorry. It’s been hard the last few weeks, and this was the first day I could work up the nerve to leave the house. Her eyes fill with tears as she takes a deep breath and mutters.

Mermaid, I am going to carry all your groceries into the house. If you don’t want me to go past the front door, I won’t, but let’s make sure none of your food spoils. She slowly unclenches her hands from the steering wheel and swings her legs out of the seat with a nod.

I watch her walk with a slight limp, her legs are a little shaky, and if I wasn’t mistaken, there were ligature burns on her wrists. I wonder what this woman has been through and think that whatever it was, is so much deeper than I ever could imagine. Me being on the bridge tonight was fate and one I am not willing to test.

Grabbing all her bags in one go, I walk up to her door and stop at the bottom of the steps as I look up into her smiling face. Her smile is breathtaking and lights up her entire face.

You know I could have helped you, right? I stare at her and watch her begin to fidget.

I am a man. I carry the things. You open the door. Why I spoke like a caveman is beyond me. But her giggle makes it worth it.

I had seven bags and two really heavy ones. She throws her hands on her hips and cocks her head to the side.

Babes, I’m a dude. We dude’s never make multiple trips. We carry it all in or die trying. Where would you like me to put the bags? I smirk as she giggles again and whispers, follow me.

Watching her hips sway from side to side is making my dick perk up and my heart pound. I need to focus on walking, or else I’ll be drooling and dragging my tongue along the floor.

Follow me, and you can sit for some coffee while I put away the groceries? She seems hesitant, like I am going to tell her no.

Are you sure you are okay with me being in your space? I question her, and she just nods her head and walks into the house.

You don’t have to ask me twice; I walk behind her thinking about motorcycle statistics and brands, anything to deflate the rise of the erection going on in my pants.

Chapter Six

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~Muriel~

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I don’t know why being around Justen is so easy. These last few weeks have been terrifying for me. Every time I ordered food, I would request that the delivery person leave the food on the step and walk away. I always made sure to tip them big.

Watching Justen drop my groceries onto the counters has me smiling, and before I know what I am saying, I open my mouth, you are the only man, other than my daddy, whom I feel safe around. There is something about you that makes me want to open up and tell you everything. Then my brain tells my heart to shut up. You are just like the rest of the people in my life. I slap my hand over my mouth and close my eyes, tears threatening to spill over.

Mermaid, I promise you I won’t hurt you. His voice sounds really close to me.

Opening my eyes, I stare into Justen’s brown ones; him being this close should frighten me, but all I want to do is reach out and feel him. Touch his cheek and feel how soft his hair is.

You make me feel safe, Justen, I whisper, running my hand down his cheek.

I will always protect you, Mermaid. His scent surrounds me and calms the nerves that were knotting in my stomach.

My-my-my name is Muriel. He smiles before stepping back.

Would you like me to stay with you for a bit? He asks me as he looks around the kitchen.

Please, I whisper as I walk