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Sage
IT DIDN’T TAKE long before I learned what had happened. Apparently, the Gold Vipers had gotten their hands on Trina.
“Where in the f**k are my Prospects?” Preacher hollered, trying to dial them again. When they didn’t answer, he grabbed the burlap sack and was about to put it on my head again when I pleaded with him not to.
“Please, it’s hard to breathe with that thing on.”
“It’s hard to breathe with a broken f*****g nose, too,” he grumbled before pulling the sack over my head with an angry tug. “Stay still.”
A few seconds later, I heard him walk away and then the sound of a door opening and closing. I waited for a few seconds and then stood up. When nobody forced me back down, I knew this was my time to escape. Lowering my head, I was able to shimmy the sack off. Once it was
