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Damn, that didn’t seem like a whole lot of time.
“I’ll be ready,” B-ry said with confidence.
With a nod, we were dismissed.
Andrei followed us out and once we were breathing in fresh air, he turned to B-ry.
“See you tomorrow morning. Be there early. Need to work on those chicken legs of yours.”
B-ry playfully scoffed.
“I do not have chicken legs.”
“They are as worthless as chicken legs. All punch, no kick.”
“I can bring a man down with just my punch, good enough for me,” B-ry said and if Andrei weren’t so stiff, I imagined them tussling around like two brothers.
“Early,” Andrei said, his look turning serious.
“I’ll be there.”
Then Andrei was gone.
“You sure about this?” Iron asked B-ry.
“Got to be done.”
Yeah, it sucked but it was true. We needed to keep the peace and I hoped to hell that B-ry wouldn’t be taken down too badly. It wasn’t that I didn’t have faith in my brother, and I would go and cheer him on with everything I had in me, but that guy looked like he could knock a man flat with a flick of his finger.
“Nice knowin’ ya,” Mouse said with a laugh.
“I’m hungry. Get your asses to the diner.”
With that, we all mounted our bikes and rode off. I was ready to get back and talk to Bridget, but I had a feeling this was more of an order than a request. Maybe Iron needed some bonding time after all that shit.
It could have been worse. I was half expecting for the Russians to ask for more crates or a percentage off the low rate they already had. That would have been the smart business thing to do but then again, maybe Pyotr was more about keeping the peace we already had. Which worked for me because we already had enough shit going on. This almost seemed like the easiest way to put thisI owe youto bed.
