“I don’t want to leave and run a maple syrup farm.” He wanted to run a national brewery, but not anonymously and not under an assumed name. That dream, however, felt further away than ever. “Then what are you going to do?” “Get rid of O’Shaughnessy, I suppose.” More blood on his hands. More violence in his head. He definitely couldn’t go back to her after that. He’d tainted her enough. Please, Jack. Do not kill him. Do not be that man. You are better than that. He had no choice. Couldn’t she understand? It was why he’d cut her loose. She was better off without him. “Can’t imagine Justine would
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