Page 128 of Sing You Home (Nashville Star 1)

“You’ve made a mistake, son.”

“No, you’ve made a mistake,” Luke says in a low, dangerous voice. “Listen to me, Mort, and listen good. We’re gonna play the Opry tomorrow night. Only you ain’t there. You’re a ghost. You take nothin’ from our performance. Not one damn cent.”

“We have a contract,” Mort’s sputtering now.

“Oh, I don’t fuckin’ think so,” Seth interjects. “We had a contract. The texts from you to Clive Jasper seem to negate that, don’t you think?”

“I don’t think you want those released,” Jace says with a casual shrug. “Might be pretty hard to get new clients.”

Mort, having paled several shades, straightens his tie. “Careful who you cross, son. You’ll regret this.”

Mort’s words burn with a threat. Only Luke doesn’t have time to worry about that bullshit.

“We’re done, Mort,” he says with finality. His jaw flexes as he strides to the door, followed by his brother and Jace. Hand on the doorknob, Luke glances over his shoulder and says, “You’re fuckin’ fired.”

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