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“Neither is murder, but I’m willing to compromise.” I deadpanned.

“He wants to know what you know.” Player sighed, rolling his eyes before taking another bite.

“Know about as much as you, I suppose. What did you tell him?”

With a full mouth, Player shrugged and muttered, “Nuttin’.”

“Then why am I here?”

Fucker shrugged again as Matrix looked at me. “We don’t know shit. Can we go now?”

Banging my head on my desk, I heard laughter and looked up to find Ravage standing in the doorway.

“If you two know what’s good for you, I’d run.”

As both men left my office, Ravage closed the door behind them before walking over to take a seat. “Okay, boss. How can I turn that frown upside down?”

Sighing, I leaned back in my chair and said, “Can you make all this shit disappear?”

“Say the word, and I will happily take care of it.”

Shaking my head, I smirked. “You are as bad as Sandman.”

“No, I’m worse.” The fucker smiled wickedly. He was right though. He was worse. “So what’s really the problem?”

“The cat’s out of the bag.”

Ravage took a deep breath. “I saw. How long do you think I have before my secret is out?”

“A few months, maybe weeks if Sypher can’t contain everything.”

“That’s gonna be hard since he’s otherwise occupied. He asked for time, boss.”

“He doesn’t have any more time. Montana called.”

Ravage sighed, then nodded. “Then do what you have to, Prez.”

“Not giving you up without a fight.”

“Then you need Montana on your side.”

He was right.

Getting to my feet, I ordered, “Get packed. We’re going to New York.”

“What for?”

“To give Sypher the time he needs.”

“How?”

“I’m gonna force fucknuts to his knees.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Sypher

December 2, 2024, Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.

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