Jericho
Gunnar grumbled but I could see his eagerness to know the answer.
"A good one. You're trying to tell me that no one has ordered a hit on you yet?" I sardonically asked.
Ace snorted in amusement, "For sure. I would have taken the contract for the right price. He's not a good guy."
"Neither are you dip shit," Gunnar scoffed.
"Yeah, I don't remember claiming to be," Ace grinned, shooting him a patronizing wink, "you selling firearms to just about anybody with no care just because you're a middle man causes a lot of fucking problems you know."
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