Chapter 71
“I thought it was never in the face, you fucker,” I say, panting clouds. “You made me do it, man. I tried to run,” he says. I know this already. It’s how he’s always been. Still, I’m kind of stunned. He’s never hit me in the face before. This must have been a bigger fuckup than I thought. But Jack already has that “I’m sorry” look creeping onto his face. His bright blue eyes are trained on my mouth, calculating how bad he hurt me. He smirks and looks away. Not that bad, I guess. I lick the blood off my lip. “Look, Dad left it to me. I’m broke. There was no other choice. I had to sell it to get to Estonia and make some money. See how that works?” My dad gave me a special bayonet from World War II. I sold it. I was wrong and I know it, but somehow I can’t admit this to Jack, my perfe
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