The neon sign above "The Iron Horse" flickered, casting a bruised purple light over custom-built bobber. Inside the roadside tavern, the air smelled of stale beer and bad intentions, but Rebel wasn’t there for the atmosphere. She was there for the ledger.
"You told your boss I was finished, didn't you, Jax?" Rebel’s voice was a low, dangerous purr. She stood up, her boots echoing against the floorboards. "You told him I was backed into a corner."
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The neon sign above "The Iron Horse" flickered, casting a bruised purple light over custom-built bobber. Inside the roadside tavern, the air smelled of stale beer and bad intentions, but Rebel wasn’t there for the atmosphere. She was there for the ledger.
"You told your boss I was finished, didn't you, Jax?" Rebel’s voice was a low, dangerous purr. She stood up, her boots echoing against the floorboards. "You told him I was backed into a corner." Assylum - Rebel Rhyder - Ass not done yet 2 108...