Page 97 of Xander

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No more fucking around.

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“Anything?” Grey asked.

I shook my head.

Khal growled, “Fuck. Sorry, brother.”

Kettle walked over and slammed his fists down on the table, “You get your shot, don’t fucking blow it.”

And with that statement, he turned on his boot and walked away.

At his words, I nodded.

Nuke walked over, “Anything?”

I shook my head.

Grimm walked over, pulled out a chair, and set down, then he pulled out his phone and typed something.

My phone pinged three times.

Grimm – Saw it in her eyes when she looked at you.

Grimm – She feels that kind of love for you that is endless.

Grimm – Give her time.

I looked at him and nodded.

Then Saint came walking over and jerked his chin, “Let’s go.”

I lifted a brow, “Go where?”

He smirked, “The ring. Pour all the mistakes you made with her into punches. And then when you throw that punch and hit your mark, let it go.”

I shook my head, “You're my brother. Won’t fucking hurt you.”

He chuckled. “You couldn’t hurt me. Only Ophelia and Soraya can do that.”

I sighed, “Saint.”

He growled, “Let’s go.”

At his words, I growled, then I stood up.

I removed my kutte and then moved to lay it on the picnic table when Kourt moved in and held out her hands.

I growled at her.

She stepped away.

I laid it on the picnic table, then I looked at Nuke, “Watch that?”

He lifted his chin.

Saint took his off and handed it to Ophelia.

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