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Damon Street watched the news with a smirk. Any second there would be a report about Trevor’s w***e being dead. There was little doubt in Damon’s mind Trevor knew she was missing, but once he found out the b***h was dead, he’d come for Damon.
Damon was going to be ready for him.
He sipped his beer and listened to the bar around him. He paid cash and made sure he was indistinguishable from half the men there. His hat was low over his eyes, and he sat on the end away from others. When the crowd cheered for whatever stupid sporting event they were watching, Damon pretended to be happy. The only thing that was going to make him happy was to resume his position within the Company and send Trevor packing.
“A woman was killed today,” the reporter said, piquing Damon’s interest. He smiled an
