Page 49 of Parrish

Turning his head, he tips his chin towards my daughter.

“Lace, take your father to the cafeteria and get him a cup of coffee.”

“Get him an ice cream too,” Nico suggests.

“Shut up, Nico,” Wolf hisses.

“What? It worked for the son, maybe it will work for the father.”

Lacey grabs my hand and tries to pull me away, but I remain rooted in place. My eyes find Ritzer’s and we engage in a stare off. He’s first to blink and first to speak.

“This doesn’t end well for you, Parrish. You better pray that wife of yours makes it. It would be a shame if you couldn’t attend her funeral because you were in prison.”

His words cut.

But I don’t bleed.

Not me.

Not the motherfucking Bulldog.

Instead, I vow to make it rain with this cocksucker’s blood.

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