Page 23 of Merciless
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Brother. Fuck.
Ax rises and grasps his hand, the two of them shaking firmly. “See ya.”
Maverick eyes me and gives a chin lift. “Dealer, nice meeting you.”
“Sure,” I answer tersely.
He takes my shortness with a grain of salt, then takes off, striding out of the diner. I note his motorcycle boots thumping on the floor. “He ride?” I ask Ax.
“Nearly as long as me.”
I slide out of the booth. “Let’s talk.”
Worry fills his eyes as he pushes from the booth too. “What’s happened?”
Too much.
Way too much.
