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It had a chequered front strap, double diamond grips, stainless steel and engraved frame, polished gold finish of the Wilson Combat Classic Super grade handgun. Eden had seen it in Malakai's hands multiple times and absolutely loved it. In all honesty, she was just taking it now to piss Malakai off, and trust me, it worked. Malakai was fuming, Eden was going to be a lot to handle, he could already tell. He knew she would not be easy to control, and that was an understatement. Eden had become one of his best too. By the time Malakai reached his office, Eden was long gone.

Troy pipes up again with his unwelcome opinion, talking as if I'm not sitting directly in front of him. I scowl at him, burning holes through his head, until he finally decides to acknowledge me. "You wanted the truth, BroSpellcaster. I'm just putting it out there, your nose looks rather out there. Looks like a botched Botox op if I'm being partially honest with you. If I'm completely honest, Max's right, you're gonna bawl your eyes out but don't worry, you were never attractive anyway. Nothing lost." He touches the side of his head, pretending that there's a brain somewhere in there, "Positive thinking, my friend. You're welcome."

As I did this I noticed what is now a red crusty shirt that I was wearing. I probably should find a new one….As I looked around trying to find some kind of fresh clothing, I saw nothing but blood stained shirts…. “Guess I will just have to keep it then..” I mumbled. Then I looked at the main piece of armour the bandit was wearing. It was a kind of fur armour. The fur looked to be switched in the rough shape of a torso and was then held tight by an assortment of leather straps. I got to work quickly trying to undo the amour. There were at least five straps on each side of the body. Each one was done so tight, it took me a little while to undo. As I got to the last two, I heard the sound of a