Thatcher glowers at Tony. “Cut her off one more time, and—” “And what?” He chuckles. “You’re gonna hit me again, Banks? Let’s do it. Right now—” “Do you ever shut the fuck up?” Farrow glares. Tony smiles more. “You think you’re such hot shit, Farrow, why don’t you go outside with me then? I’ll show you and Moretti who’s the better fighter.” Farrow raises his brows. “You were literally knocked out unconscious seven days ago.” “It won’t happen twice.” Joana steps forward. “How about I kick your ass instead?” Beckett has been sullen all day, but I catch my brother beginning to smile.
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