#Chapter86

Fucking Tom. I make myself a promise to make the threat come true when I get back to Spokane.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I yell and manage to dodge his next hit, but not for long because I feel him kick my stomach again. I feel pretty fucking nauseous at this point.

"Don't fucking yell at me!" Grayson shouts. "I'm not a fucking idiot! Did you think I was going to let you move and quit this gang?! Fuck no! The first opportunity you'd have, you'd tell the cops everything!"

"Oh, right, and mention I was the main smuggler during that?! Of course not, you fucking...