☆彡 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀
❛ bring me your mouth and your mystery! ❜
sonny wasn't that into
mysteries, but she was
the biggest one of all in
jj's eyes.
UNDER EDITING
a sonny penbrook novel!
PLOT...
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The next morning, Sonny went to market.
Well, maybe not to market, but to the stalls that were by the south side. They were always better than the ones in Figure 8 centre and she always preferred the produce from the Cut. It was fresher than what Figure 8 got imported and supplied. A lot of the stalls some cool shit, too.
Plus after a hurricane, they always sold stuff they found or dug up in the wreckage — from boat parts to lost and found belongings, and some of the clothes and jewellery were total steals. It earned those in the Cut some extra cash too, and as far as Sonny was concerned, they deserved it. All that grafting, their hard work, and half of them still couldn't afford to live; it was shitty, which was probably why Sonny always went and bought everything and more from every local around, it gave them something extra.
Local is best, her parents always said. Which made sense, in the respect that they got all their deliveries via Heyward— a longtime friend and Pope's father.
It was always a good way to avoid Topper Thornton too, in the event Sonny was super pissed at him. He wouldn't be this close to those stalls if you paid him. Perhaps three years prior, before Rafe Cameron corrupted him, but not now. Which had its advantages: it was a Topper-free zone.
