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“You protected a r****t so your holier-than-thou sponsors would keep sending in the Benjamins,” Shea screamed while she pummeled Wilkes.
He collapsed on the floor, pleading for Shea to stop and shielding his face from further blows.
Byrd pulled her off him and tossed her across the room. “Stay off him. We may not like the things he preaches, but that don’t give us the right to physically assault the man.”
“He’s a f*****g murderer, a bigot, and a liar,” Shea growled. “He deserves a lot more than a beatdown. He deserves to be dragged behind a motorcycle until he’s nothing but roadkill.”
“Enough, you two!” I stepped between them. “Shea, back off. This isn’t the way we do things.”
Fire burned in her eyes. I knew that look and felt it too. The urge to kill.
I looked down at the pathet
