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“You think I'm kidding?” I asked coolly, trying all I could to look tough and not give myself away of how scared I suddenly felt. “Let them all go now before I involve Sheriff Palsby. You very well know what shit went down the last time he came running.” I added that subtle threat hoping it'd bug him a little.

He was neutral at first, but then when he took a step forward and I saw the menace burning in his irises, I suddenly realized that I was the one in fact getting threatened. His eyes were black and void; an empty space filled with doom and anger threatening to pull me underwater. I strengthened my stand and tightened my fists, raised my chin up to him defiantly. Crap, this was happening. I was standing up to Lordee Adams once again.

“You think I'd budge under your flimsy threat?” he barked out a burst of maniacal laughter. “Do it, fucker. I fucking dare you. Go ahead and test me. I'd love you for that. It'll get you faster behind bars and I wouldn't have to see your sour-ass fac