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It was Maverick’s clever way of letting Zach know that while he was down, he was not out

Nothing acco More andthe Handlers know he could get at the they could do about it

Zach held the photo up for Copper to see

His president’s face hardened and he bowed his head for a , “Fuck”

The weight of that word crashed down upon Zach like a sledgehammer Copper was never without an idea Never without confidence Never defeated He tried to inhale, but it felt as if a heavy rubber band had wound itself around his chest With each passing second, it grew tighter and tighter until he couldn’t breathe

Zach shoved back fro rooet his attention He wasn’t even tempted, but normally he’d at least have said hello and let theive a shit

“Get the fuck out of my way,” he barked at Becky, who dropped her jaw and scurried behind the bar

He didn’t care who he pissed off All he kneas he needed out of the clubhouse He needed oxygen

Shoving through the door, he stuht A cool breeze washed over hi him to draw in a breath

“Fuck!” he yelled when he had enough air

The panic that had been rushing through his syste but wreaking havoc on whatever was near

Balling his fists, he raard to the da himself The skin over his knuckles split and tore, but he welco co only fueled his anger and need for blood

When all his energy was spent, he eating and gasping for breath He propped hiet his head straight

He had no idea how long he stood there before Copper walked up, liquor in hand

“Better?” Copper asked, holding the bottle out