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The kind of provision that required bullets

“Nothing a fucking body bag couldn’t fix”

One handcuff was still locked onfrom my wrist, the chain stained with the fake cop’s blood As soon as that fucker was dead and the car crashed against the tree I’d pulledGod the handcuff keys were still in that fuckers pocket “I see that,” Bear said “Where the fuck is Doe?” There was a protective tone in his voice, which rubbedway, but I’d deal with that later

After I got irl back

“The good senator fucked me over There was no Max And the last ti carted away by a guy hired to take rip made me see red “Make a few calls,” I clipped “Find out where heher”

“Fuck,” Bear said Instead of pulling out his phone he bent over and rested his hands on his knees

“What the fuck now?”

Bear pinched the bridge of his nose “There was a reason why I ca shit up with Doe I’ that before you solve this problem with a spray of bullets, you should probably know that it round,” he said, standing up straight and leaning up against the here he lit a cigarette

“What the fuck is that supposed to uy arrest me Of course it was him”

Bear shook his head “He’s a problee called not twenty ot eyes and ears everywhere Word is that the shit that went doith Isaac isn’t over Far fucking froh his hair and the ash froarette fell to the carpet

“I made that fucker’s head explode ued