“And?” “And I don’t want you here. I don’t want you on my territory. I don’t want you near my territory. And I can assure you the Van Holtzs, the Vegas, and the Armstrongs ain’t gonna want you on theirs.” “They don’t know—” “They do now.” Walt took a step back in shock. “You son of a bitch.” “Now, now. Let’s not get nasty.” “We’re family.”
