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back down; instead, I raised two fingers and pressed them squarel

m here because I gave Boone my word. As for this trial patch on my ve

htly, registering the lethal precision of my strike point-something

ed out to the street to hail a cab, leaving him stand

. Over a hundred chrome-plated choppers lined the main drive, engines rumbling as allied

inned to my chest, I sat at a small corner table in the front hall, cros

parted as a tall woman in a plunging crimson leather dress and

who had spent years chasing Darrell and treating the Iron Claw L

a red nail straight at me, her voice dripping with venom

e bit her lower lip, marched across the hall, and stopped in fro

h

e military canvas duffle bag and slammed it onto

g tightly banded bricks of old, non-sequential hund

chin so the whole hall could hear. Around us, dozens of Sweetbutts and Hang-arou

flicked ash onto my clipboard. "Take the bag, walk onto the main stage right now in front o

Say no, and I'll have my boys dump your body in a highwa

st, wolfless trash!" Eunic

m blueprint under my alias Leo sold for eight figures, and my Starline freight trucks moved

my right hand around the duffl

g I was about to drag t

wo-hundred-pound bag in a full arc, and sm

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l. She screamed as her heels left the floor, flying b

, plastering her hair to her mascara-streaked cheeks as she collapsed into the broken glass. Bricks

t dead silent. Not

bill off my denim cuff, my grey-blue eyes cold as arctic ice. "In Iron Claw ter