“Plus, you know what she’s like when she’s pissed…” I roll my eyes. “I am familiar, yeah.” He gives me a steep look. “Fucking scary.” “You’re a gang lord,” I remind him. Jonah shrugs but not exactly indifferent. “Not my favourite term, but sure.” “A gang lord,” I repeat. “Just want you to think about that for a minute.” He nods. “And I want you to think about how grateful you are that I’m the gang lord and not her.” He drops his chin, lifts his eyebrows. “Imagine London if it was Magnolia ruling with an iron fist.” I sniff, amused. “And what kind of fist do you rule with?” Christian walks up
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