Page 70 of The Deal


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"I-" Lyle began but a kick from the ringleader had him crumpling back down to the ground.

Air whooshed out of his lungs. It felt like life whooshed out of his soul.

Fucking hell.

"We'll leave you two to stew together for a bit while I put it to a vote." The ringleader motioned for Colt to be dumped down next to Lyle. Lyle looked at the fucker’s cut now he was closer. Titan. President.

Hmm. Young for a Prez. And a douchey name. He strained his eyes, the patch was clean and bright. So new, as well. Desperate to prove himself. Reckless.

"Vote for what?" Colt rasped out from beside him. Sounded like they'd worked him over already. Colt was a fighter, so it must have taken some effort. Lyle peered at the two other guys who had led Colt in. One was called Diesel, so his cut said. The other he didn't see.

"How we kill you," Titan leered.

Colt raised an eyebrow.

Diesel frowned and shot a look to his Prez. “Hey, man, we don't have to kill them, just rough them up a little-”

"Yeah, the point is he shouldn't have bought drugs and booze on our patch-"

"Yeah, and he should have asked permission to visit our turf, come on our property-"

"Shut up, you two!" Titan yelled impatiently at his two stooges beside him.

"Never even heard of you fuckers, Royal… who?" Colt shrugged nonchalantly. Lyle almost laughed. Colt still had the attitude of a champion even when he’d been kicked to the ground.

Diesel looked offended. "We're a small club but we're the protection racket for the local Armenian family-"

Colt smirked at that. "Are you now?"

"Yeah, they work this part of the strip, the Zakarian Syndicate, have you heard of them?"

"What the fuck are you doing, Chatty Kathy?" Titan growled and lashed out at Diesel with his fist.

"Ouch!" Diesel ducked but Titan’s blow caught the top of Diesel’s head.

"Fucking idiots!" Titan growled.

"We also work with the Zakarian Syndicate, and I'm not sure how well they'll take the news that their drug runners have been kidnapped by you fucking clowns," Colt said cockily.

But Titan lashed out again, catching Colt in the shoulder.

A nasty pop filled the room and Colt howled.

Lyle looked and his shoulder now sat at a funny angle to the rest of his torso.

Titan had dislocated it. Colt howled more and Lyle didn't blame him, that had to hurt.

"Let’s go.” Titan shrugged, spitting cruelly down at Colt.

All three loped out of the room, locking it behind them.

Lyle kept his eyes down. He knew what he'd see if he looked up. What would be stamped all over Colt’s face. What he’d feel in his wrecked gut.

Shame and disappointment.

* * *

“So… Viva Las Vegas,”Colt said glumly.

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