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Chapter Twenty-seven

Author: Marysol James
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-31 22:06:00

“How the fuck did this go so wrong?” Trigger roared. “You fucking morons! All you had to do was shove an unconscious girl out a goddamn window!”

“We had her,” Don protested. “And then that asshole bartender showed up and started throwing knives.” He rubbed at the bandaged wound on his chest gingerly. The cut wasn’t deep, but it was smack in the middle of his chest. He was absolutely certain that the man had hit precisely where he’d aimed – and he hadn’t thrown with anything like all his strength. Don was sure the guy had held back, not wanting to actually kill him. Fucking pussy.

“Bartender?” Trigger said. “You mean Carter?”

“Dunno,” Lizard said. “Blond bastard with a redneck drawl.”

“Yeah, that’s Carter. Fuck.” Trigger paced, thinking hard. “Joker’s gonna lose his shit when he finds out that his cousin is still there.”

“Yeah, well, the kid knows exactly nothing. What the hell can he tell them that they won’t be able to figure out on their own?”

“Yeah, that’s true.” Trigger sucked in
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