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“Where is my product, mija?”
“I told you I’d have Hunter bring it.” She reached into her jacket for her phone. The AK twins raised their rifles in a flash.
Shea took a step back, raising her hands in surrender. “Easy! You want your dope? I gotta call someone in the MC to bring it.”
“Rico, frisk her.”
Rico, one of the AK twins, swung his rifle over his shoulder and patted her down, pulling out her Glock and Eduardo’s revolver. He handed the guns to Victor, whose frown deepened. Rico returned to his original spot, AK-47 in hand. Shea breathed a sigh of relief, grateful she still had the knife tucked next to the now-empty holster.
“Happy now?” she asked.
Victor stashed the Glock in his belt, stepped forward with the revolver, his eyes cold and dark. He circled her, reached into her
