“Hey, you’re Remy’s kid, ain’t ya?” one asked
“Maybe. And maybe I’m an Arabian slave trader here to collect this little lady to sell for two stallions” I sneered. Laura laughed.
“Yup, that’s her” one nodded
“Anyways, what’s it to tu who I am?” I asked
“Well, we’re the Ripper’s, and we want Remy dead” the lead one said
“Your point?”
“Well, we’ll need bait to get him down here. And if he knows his daughter is here, he’ll come get her” he continued
“Pass” I said, getting up.
“It wasn’t an option” he smirked. Laura snarled.
“Don’t use your...
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