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“God,” Danny exhales dramatically. “I’m so tired of being the scapegoat around here.”

Luis looks across to King, scowling. “You killed my men? My brother?”

King brushes it off casually. “It was for the greater cause.” He looks at Sandy. “You tried to abduct my niece! Look at her! Broken! How the fuck do you think I will sell her now?”

Fuck. Me.

Danny laughs wickedly. “Christ, who needs enemies with friends like you three, eh?”

“And one last thing,” I say, feeling James and Danny glance at me. “The guns King promised you.”

“What about them?” Sandy asks, unable to conceal his unease.

“There aren’t any.”

“What?” Sandy barks.

“What?” Danny whispers.

“He. Has. No. Guns.” I spell it out. “Because he sold them all to the Irish six months ago.”

And suddenly the three of them are in a triangle, guns swinging between each other, and their men surrounding us are thrown into a muddle. Who to kill. Who to aim their guns at. Who to trust. I release a slow burst of amused breath. “What a fucking circus.”

“Makes a change from a zoo,” James says, all of us unmoving, and still fucking unarmed. I look back at the others. Their faces are a picture. I shake my head, telling them to remain where they are until I get Pearl back. But King has hold of her wrist.

“Anyone got any popcorn?” Danny asks.

“A hotdog?” I add.

“I prefer Haribos,” James muses lightly, but I detect his unease, and Danny’s, and every one of our men behind us. I have not one fucking clue how this is going to play out, and Pearl’s removed herself from my reach, God damn her.

But then . . .

I quickly check Nolan again. He’s with me. Sees the opportunity. His father’s son. I flick my eyes to the nearby container. He nods.

“Well, none of us anticipated this,” King says over a laugh. “I thought we were friends, Sandy.”

“Your niece has been fucked,” Sandy hisses, waving his gun at Pearl.

Oh fuck.

I feel James and Danny tense with me.

“Your virgin isn’t worth shit.” He laughs.

I see it. The complete, catastrophic rage that bangs into King, his body jolting.

“Let’s get ready to rumble,” James murmurs.

“This true?” King’s gun is suddenly pointed at us. “She’s been fucked?”

Fucked. I’ve never fucked Pearl.

“Over to you.” Danny’s physically shaking with the effort to remain where he is.

“Yeah, about that.”

I clear my throat, all attention on me.

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