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“I told you she didn’t fit into this lifestyle,” Johnny says.

“Do we fit into this lifestyle?” I ask him.

He narrows his eyes at me.

“We just saw a man die. And for what? Some homemade liquor and smack?”

“You’re letting Bex cloud your vision, Danny.”

“No, I think for once in my life, my vision is perfectly clear. I’m not sure about any of this anymore.”

“Moretti just made you his right-hand man,” Carson says.

“Yeah.” I nod. “Know what that means? A fucking death sentence.”

Neither of them says anything, and I’m sure it’s because partially they know I’m speaking the truth. What are we doing this for? What’s the point anymore?

Chapter Three

Bexley

One month two days missing

The sound of a truck pulling up has both Danny and me lifting our heads. I hear the door shut, but like always, the truck stays running, and moments later, I hear keys.

The stranger steps inside, holding two coats.

“Thought you two might like a little extra warmth.”

Danny scoffs. “Tell me,” he says weakly. “How is your plan working out?”

I instantly grow worried. Why is he provoking this man?

“Just fine,” he says.

“Are you lying?” Danny asks, clearly not believing him.

“Come on, Bones. Do you really want to fuck with me?”

Danny tilts his head up, looking at the man’s mask and the coats in his hand. “I must have really done something, huh?” he says lowly.

The stranger tenses.

“I must have ruined your whole life for you to go to all this trouble.” Danny shakes his head. “Tell me, man who’s so big and bad he has to hide behind a mask and voice disguiser. What was it? Did I fuck your wife? Did I kill your brother, your father? What did I do for you to keep us here like your little pets?”

The man drops the coats onto the floor, going to the window.

Both Danny and I watch him.

“I’ve always thought you were a smart man, Bones. But it appears that you’re not.”

He gazes out, and Danny looks at me. I try to tell him to stop this madness. He could kill us both.

But Danny, being the stubborn asshole he is, just smirks. I look away from him, staring at the floor and wishing the man would just leave.

Faintly, I hear the sound of something snapping. I look back at Danny, who’s grown white as snow.

The man turns around. “You need to remember who’s in charge, Bones. You need to understand that you’re no longer calling the shots. You’re a dead man.” The stranger walks over to us. Grabbing my hair, he pulls me out of the way. I kick my feet, clutching his hand and wincing as little pieces of hair get ripped from my scalp.

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