Chapter 13 Accident

Trent sat in the booth, dripping, a cherry stuck to his forehead.

"You psycho," he spat. He lurched to his feet, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. His face was white with fury. "You crazy little— you're done, Mercer. You hear me? You are finished."

"Come on, then!" I shouted. "Say it to m...

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