Flying Death
“The boys will still fight for about ten minutes, let's say. They can warm up the crowd. Stakes are up, cause this is what I really want. Us. You. Me. Two or four legs.
When I win, your pack either disbands or moves a minimum of five hundred miles away. You win and you can have … our northwest corner,” Doze says, as if it’s not a big deal.
A big damn deal to put a fourth of our territory on the line. There are many businesses there, more importantly a factory that I’m sure Gabriel would love nothing more than to get his greedy fucking hands on. Lucrative and above board business for his people.
I gape at Doze, wondering how the hell he can make a decision like that without involving everyone
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