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Buster
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CHERRY AND I got into the van. As we waited for the Gold Vipers to open up the gate and let us out of the parking lot, I looked at her.
“Can you believe this s**t? Either they’ve turned into a bunch of p*****s or this is some kind of a setup.”
“Why would they let us go if it was a setup?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Nothing is making sense.” I pulled my phone out and sent Joe a text asking if he was okay. A minute later, he replied that he was having breakfast and doing fine.
I snorted and put my phone away. “Strange s**t. But, still a win for us, I guess.”
“I guess,” she repeated in a hollow voice.
“Seriously, though, I don’t care what Tank said about letting things go, though. f**k that.” I touched my face, which still ached from getting pummeled with the g*n ea
