CHAPTER 22
ZACH POV. I drop into the chair across from Anita because she made it clear she isn’t leaving until I eat. Anita’s stubborn like that. She sets a plate of mashed potatoes and chicken in front of me. The food is delicious, but Anita has always been a good cook. We eat in silence for a few minutes. Then she sets her fork down with a soft clink. Folding her hands in her lap, she stares at me. I raise an eyebrow. She draws a breath. “I need a favour.” “No.” “You didn’t even hear it.” “I know that tone. It’s the same one you used the last three times. The answer is still no.” Anita leans forward. “Derelo’s still hurt. There’s no one else who can take the fight. Big Daddy already took the bets. If it doesn’t happen…” She doesn’t finish. I keep eating. “How much do you need to get ou
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