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Scar

I'm going to get myself killed.

And I probably deserve it.

I don't know what the hell I was thinking, saying Rita is my wife. As soon as I went back into that room, I could tell the vibe had changed. Orin went along with the meeting like nothing had happened, but his sons kept staring at me, especially that creature Gregory.

They could tell it was bullshit.

But it was such an insane lie, they probably couldn't figure out how to prove that I'm a fraud.

I likely could've told them the truth. Admitted she was my legal assistant. Apologized for misleading them. I would've lost the job, but even violent gangsters aren't stupid enough to straight out murder a couple of people in the back of a bar.

Probably, at least.

But some part of me can't let go. I can't lose, not if there's a way to turn it around.

And so I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

Now I'm fucked because Orin wants to have another meeting.

And he wants me to bring my new wife.

This is bad. Extremely bad. I co