Ray averted his eyes, and scanned the room until he found his pants. “Could you get that?”

Danny got up, and went towards the desk in the corner where Ray’s pants were laid on. He grabbed it, and gave it to Ray. Extending his hand, Ray checked his pants, and grinned. “Thanks for not ripping it apart,” he said to Sandrina.

“I know how you Jatmikos love your pants,” she commented.

“Really now?” Danny inserted, and kissed her knuckles. Ray paid no attention to them as he burrowed his hand into the pockets, bringing out the two bullets he took. “Here’s what I meant.”

Danny’s brows formed a hard line as Ray put the two on the table. He then grabbed one. “This is one of the bullets those assholes used to shoot us with, rig...

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