Chapter Thirty-One
Taylor was still crying and ranting in the centre of the room, tugging at his own hair and slamming his hand on the ground. "s**t. s**t. s**t. Okay, kid, we need a plan here," Max said desperately. "Do you happen to have one?" Lizzie asked. "Give me a second, give me a second," Max said, unable to think of any way out of this. Lizzie was going to have to fight. Would they both be able to walk out of this? It didn't matter; Max would make sure she did, even if it meant that he had to die. He had never been afraid of dying. Max ran to the other side of the room where Paulo was now sitting. "Has this ever happened before? Have they ever thrown three people out there?" Max asked him quickly. "A couple of times, my friend," Paulo replied coolly. Max opened his mouth again, but Paulo alr
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