Jason remained expressionless in the face of Marcus's stupidity. "Dozens of cases of liquor, an antique collection, over a million dollars' worth of golf clubs, scuba gear, watches, cash, handguns and ammunition, a million-dollar custom-made sword, and a stockpile of premium food.""Handguns and ammunition?" Marcus stared at him in disbelief. "You were practically begging to get arrested."Jason glanced at him. "So were you."Between the illegal street races, underground fight clubs, and tax evasion, Marcus would've been facing a lot more than a short prison sentence if the apocalypse hadn't happened."Everything you lost still wasn't worth as much as one of my cars." Marcus had hoped Jason's misfortune would make him feel better, but now he only felt worse. "Damn. Why'd you keep all that stuff at your office?""At the time, I was keeping Valerie locked up at the villa. She fought me constantly, destroyed anything she could get her hands on, and stabbed me several times. She
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