”Don’t touch the fucking gun.”

There’s a warning in her words, but it’s panic in her eyes. It’s fear. Teddy Reyes is a strong woman, somebody who couldn’t care less about risking her life for whatever. But she has a weakness. One that’s sat directly across from her, fingers drumming across the table. Right next to the gun that’s going to see one of them dead if they play this stupid fucking game.

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