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Shea’s blood boiled. “What the f**k do you want, Victor?” She stepped into the bathroom to keep from disturbing Annie.
“We have a debt to settle, you and I.”
“You want your dope? Talk to Hunter Wittmann.”
“I’m talking about Oscar Reyes.”
“Oscar Reyes got what he deserved. He shouldn’t have tortured my sister.”
“Perhaps if you had not broken into my warehouse . . .” He cleared his throat. “But what’s done is done. Oscar is dead. My product is missing. I hold you responsible.”
“f**k you, Victor. Tell it to someone who gives a shit.”
“You can either pay your debt, or I will kill everyone you love. Your sister. Your niece. Your marimacha lover. I will make you watch as I gut each of them. Then I will hang you all from a bridge. Give a s**t now?”
Shea considered mentioning that Wend
