“He’s a dead man,” I snarled. “He’s your brother,” Dad pushed. “We’re fucking family. Harlequins don’t kill Harlequins.” “He’s a Damned Man,” I snapped, my blood heating. “He started this war, but I’ll put an end to it with a bullet in his skull.” “Watch your mouth, son,” Dad warned. “You kill him and there’ll be consequences.”
Damn okay so daddy Luther actually want Maverick around?
