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He’d never felt so good hitting someone with a steel chair.
Kevin couldn’t believe it; the crowd couldn’t either. Sami had been the most loyal “uce” anyone had ever seen, and Owens could feel the weight of the tears in his friend’s eyes.
“Roman!” Jimmy shouted for his cousin. The Tribal Chief was laying on his stomach, red lei surrounding his neck like blood.
Sami’s breath came ragged with adrenaline. He looked over to his friend, who looked back at him with wide eyes.
