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"I don't know! I was just told if he gave the signal to find your girl and eliminate the heir. I'm just trying to make money and survive, man!" |
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"You do know!" Gale snarled, grabbing the man again and pinning him to the wall. "And you're going to tell me" His voice hardened. "Every. Little. Detail." |
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"Let go, asshole!" He roared, fighting against Gale's steel grip. "The fuckin papers! Declaring her queen! If they were destroyed, we could get her brother back on the throne and not have a pathetic girl ruling our damn kingdom! She's fragile, weak, can't even take a dagger to her stomach without crying!" |
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"What, so you won't cry if you're just stabbed randomly in the stomach? You'll steel right through it?" He asked, grabbing his knife and analyzing it. |
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"C'mon, I've had enough pain, man!" |
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"Where's her brother?" He asked, still fidgeting with the blade. |
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"Fuck! In the woods, asshole! You'll get lost before finding him!" |
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"Which direction?" The man questioned. |
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