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Something was definitely wrong if Bronx sounded nervous. The guy could even the most stressful situation into a joke.

“Shit! I have to...” 

“Go. Don’t worry about me. Just bring me a bottle of Brandy next time you come,” Mirja said, laughing a little. 

“Seriously?” I questioned, with her shrugging her shoulders. “Fine! I promise I will be back with a bottle of brandy,” I said, ignoring Alexi, cussing me out for having to leave her. 

“No cheap crap either!” She yelled as I slowly backed away, trying to memorize every part of her aside from the cuts and bruises.   

I returned to the door to pick up the...