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“You prick,” Gerry spits, rolling his eyes as Michael tips his head back and laughs, those fucking white teeth on full display again. “You asshole.”
“Takes one to know one,” he triumphs, finally succeeding in shoving the other man off, climbing to his feet and dusting off his jacket. “You’ll get it next time.” Patronizing, so goddamn patronizing that Gerry is half tempted to bite him again. Michael’s hand is bleeding though; that’s good enough for now. “I suspect I’ll see you in a few weeks now, Keay. Good game, best of luck.”
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Gerry Keay and Michael Bouchard-Shelley are the best of the best when it comes to hunting Leitners. Unfortunately, they also have a bit of a history when it comes to keeping their hands to themselves and their business private, so when Michael begins to get ahead of the game more often then not, Gerry takes it upon himself to create a new kind of game. But as things get messy, the question is not who will win, but if they’ll both make it out alive.