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NINETY-SIX

OLIVER

"We should be careful with this," Dante warned before we went in, but I was not taking any fucking orders from him.

My wife had suffered it all, and no one would tell me how I would treat the bastard that threatened her life. I will handle things my own way. I charged into the bar without warning, Dante and Jerry following behind me. My intrusion made some patrons of the bar look up at us.

But I was not there for any of them. I have my target, and as long as they are staying away from my business, they won't be harmed. The bar owner, a man in his late thirties or probably earlier forties, stepped out from behind the counter and blocked us.

"Can I help you, mister?" He appraised me as the question left his lips.

"Er... We are here to gamble," Dante stepped in.

He shot us a wary look once more. My blood was boiling, and if he wasted any more of my time, I would ram my fist into his face. Luckily for him, he waved us to follow him. We followed him into the back room, whe
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