They stood there, squared off, both gripping pistols in their palms, trigger fingers in position, but guns resting at their sides. Messiah shook his head. “I’ma need Shorty back,” he said. “You know me. I don’t keep what don’t want to be kept,” Meek said. Morgan trembled under the safety of one of his arms, squeezing her eyes so tight they hurt. This was a bad dream, the worst nightmare she’d ever had. Her heart thundered,
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