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surprising burst of rage. “You’re part of the Order? What the hell, were you hunting Frankie?”

“Yes,” Snod replied shortly.

“Oh, my dude,” Lorenzo chuckled, standing up to his feet and cracking his knuckles. “You’re toast. I

don’t care how good your omelet is, I’m not going to let you touch my best freakin’ friend—”

“It’s fine now!” Frankie insisted, hurrying to the door to answer it, finding a delivery man with a giant

bouquet of red roses. “Oh, what in sweet hell is this?”

“How could you spread such vicious lies about us?” Snod demanded, coming around the counter and

staring at the flowers. “And who are those from?”

“It doesn’t matter who they’re from, and I’m sorry I said those things!” Frankie groaned, quickly

signing for the delivery. “You have to understand... oh, shit! Obe, look out!”

Snod looked up just in time to see Lorenzo come barreling toward him, fork in hand, tackling him to

the floor. He felt immense pain in his hand and came to a very important decision.

He was definitely going to kill Lorenzo.

Chapter Nine

“Dead! You’re dead!” Snod roared, the pain in his hand throbbing where the fork was sticking out

from his palm. “May God have mercy on your soul for I will have none!”

“Oh, come on! I fuckin’ tripped!” Lorenzo protested, his eyes bugging out in horror as he tried to

stumble up to his feet. “I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“No killing anyone!” Frankie shouted, slamming the front door and throwing the flowers down. He

blinked over to grab Lorenzo, safely dragging him out of Snod’s reach. “He said he tripped! It was an

accident, Obe!”

“Yeah! If I had actually meant to stab you, I think I could have aimed for something more vital than

your hand!” Lorenzo wailed, scrambling to hide behind Frankie to use him as a shield.

Snod was on his feet, lunging forward as he snarled furiously, “Liar!”

“I’m not lying, dude!” Lorenzo argued passionately, ducking down behind Frankie. “I was just gonna,

you know, wave the fork at you in a very threatening manner! I wasn’t actually gonna do anything, you

fuckin’ whacko!”

Frankie grabbed Snod around his middle, holding him firmly in place and not allowing him to move.

“Obe,” he soothed firmly, “we can fix this. It’s not a big deal! It was just an accident!”

“Yeah! How about we talk about the fact that you admitted to trying to kill Frankie?” Lorenzo piped