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“Get out,” Colt demands. “Now.”

Myla shrugs. “Fine, I’ll get those things myself. Well, it was nice meeting you, Bonnie. Come by soon and say hello,” her eyes move to Western, “and you, finally. I’m off. I’ll see you soon, uncle.”

With that, she turns and saunters out.

Colt looks like he’s ready to take a gun to her, and I’m really trying hard not to lose it laughing. I look to Western, who shoots me a warning glare. I look away, pressing a hand to my mouth.

Time for me to go, I think.

Before I make this situation any worse by giggling.

I can’t wait to see how this unfolds.

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Heading towards Western’soffice, I pause when I hear his voice coming from inside. I’ve just curled my hand around the doorknob, ready to open it, but pause at the angry tone he’s using to talk to whoever it is he’s talking to. Is someone in there with him? After a few seconds, I realize that I can’t hear another voice, so he must be on the phone.

It’s what he’s talking about that has me listening in, instead of entering his office.

I know I shouldn’t be listening in, but something about his conversation gives me pause.

I press my ear to the door, feeling guilty, but unable to stop myself.

“I fuckin’ heard you, and I’m tellin’ you, this is what we’re doin’. I don’t care if Bill is suspicious. You’re goin’ to go in as usual, buy that boy, and bring him to me. You know how this works, Wesley.”

My heart skips a beat.

I must be hearing him wrong.

“Bill don’t fuckin’ know it’s me buying them off him. He has no fuckin’ idea. Just do the trade like you always do. I’ll deal with the rest.”

No.

No.

No, I can’t be hearing this right.

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