They walked through the door and I was surprised he'd let her out the house. She looked like she was ready to pop any second. She said her hellos and waddled her ass over to the coven, which were still going strong.
It's strange how that works whenever we're together now. We no longer have to tell the women to stay out of our shit; they just find their own corner out of our way and leave us alone. Not that I trust that shit, I think Mancini's woman organized that shit.
I'm pretty sure she'd taught them that it was easier to play along than to fight us. Speaking of which, "You hear from Mancini lately Lyon?" I love the way his hackles rise whenever I mention the spook as he calls him, or the SEALs.