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piece of fluff on the planet. SheтАЩs a loser, Claw. And I donтАЩt associate with losers."

Is that right? Fayanne wanted to yell. Well, she was going to teach that arrogant, egotistical lowlife a
lesson heтАЩd never forget.

A loud knock interrupted the conversation. Fayanne listened as the Claw went to the door and
welcomed their guest, in reality their unsuspecting victim. "Hey, Claw. WhatтАЩs happening?" Curtis Jenson
said as he entered. "And thereтАЩs my main man himself." "Curtis," the man in the chair said flatly. "Mr.
Bad. IтАЩm here like you wanted."

"Decent of you to come," Mr. Bad responded, his tone dripping honey. "Why donтАЩt you pull up a chair"

"DonтАЩt mind if I do," Curtis said.

The fool Fayanne wanted to jump up and warn him, but to do so would be equivalent to committing
suicide and she wasnтАЩt ready to go that route. YetтАж

"So why the special invite?" Curtis inquired. "We have an important issue to discuss," Mr. Bad answered,
then paused. "Before we begin, would you care for a drink?"

"IтАЩm not thirsty."

"How unfortunate. Claw has prepared a boilermaker for you."

The bodyguard must have been standing behind CurtisтАЩs chair with the drink in his hand, because he
promptly said, "Here you go Curtis. Enjoy."

"Thanks, Claw."

Fayanne heard a sipping noise.

"Ahhh. That hit the spot," Curtis said. "Now then, whatтАЩs this all about?"-

"Loyalty," Mr. Bad stated.

"Somebody in the Brothers has turned over?"

"So IтАЩve heard."

"Who?"

"You."

A prolonged silence followed the accusation, and Fayanne tensed in expectation of a gunshot or the
sound of the Claw doing what he did best.

"Are you jiving me?"

"Would I kid about such a grave matter?" Mr. Bad rejoined.