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Chapt. 68

YOUNG BEARDED GANG HQ.

"Relax, man," Marley reassured Mason by tapping his shoulder, "you're as stiff as a corpse."

The latter hadn't realized that, in fact, he seemed to not have known what was going on as he walked into the company of other bearded gangs of the family with Marley looking all happy-panky and friendly. Like nothing ever transpired.

He would've thought so if the plastered cut on his jaw didn't sting so bad. The dude had quite a fist, he had to admit.

"Gentlemen, I present to you an aspiring new member of the gang, Mason Donovan."

The room which was filled with a dozen and three more men turned dead as fifteen pairs of eyes glued their way.

The room was a typical men's garden with a bar growing a variety of liquor, a billiard table, flat-screen TV, beer fridge, and much more his eyes hadn't landed on yet.

"What happened to your face, dude?" A tall man resting his feet on a coffee table asked. His low cut, exposing his scalp, made him look younger than his age could
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