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FORTY-SIX.

ACE.

“I asked you a fucking question. Have you thought about fucking my baby girl from the night you fuckers stole her from us?” Nathanial bellows.

His emotions of rage, torment and disgust are valid.

Flynn claws at my calf, gasping to fill his lungs with air, his eyes ready to burst out of their sockets.

I release the pressure of my combat boot from his neck. He spits a mouthful of blood on the leg of my Armani pants, and I let out an irritated groan, pressing my foot down on his throat with my body weight behind it.

Nathanial runs the tip of his tongue across his upper teeth and rubs his hands together. “I will ask you one more time. Did you think about fuck-” His voice trails off as gunshots ring out to our right.

Holden is firing some asshole’s brains out, splattering the concrete with blood. He tosses me a menacing smirk as he wipes the droplets of blood from his forehead and nose.

“These clowns don’t deserve to see the light of day,” Holden grunts.

Nathanial and I look at one a
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