“You ever show your fucking ugly face around Jilly again and I’ll be digging your grave out here you son-of-a-bitch!” War was right behind him and stepped around to deliver his own punishment. With the tip of his blade he sliced down man’s face, just deep enough to hurt like a mother but not so much that he’d need stitches or bleed out and die. “I won’t, but I am telling you Lane will not give up,” he growled with blood splattering from his lips. The guys just laughed. “Right, well he will get as much as you are, give him our message,” War taunted. “Come on. Let’s leave this piece of shit to rot.” He jumped back in the truck with the others and sped off, slinging dirt and rocks on the man’s battered body. They were halfway home when Freebyrd broke the silence. “Think he will deliver the message?” “Yep, but Lane is going to come anyway,” War answered matter of factly. “Good. I want to be the one who exterminates that motherfucker.” “You got it,”
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