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23

DECLAN

I WASN’T great with a gun. My aim wasn’t perfect, even though I visited the shooting range more often than any of my brothers, which they gave me shit for.

I dealt in weapons, but I couldn’t shoot half the fuckers.

Now, shit was different.

I had to get this right or Seamus wouldn’t have a dad, and Aela?

Christ.

What would happen to her?

Da would pull something. I just knew it. He’d take Seamus away from her, and she’d—

No.

I couldn’t fail.

Quickly shooting out the windshield, I managed to get another round off. The s

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