Jason barely tasted the blood pouring from his mouth. Several bones were broken – a few ribs, maybe his wrist and knee. Three leather-fisted thugs stood over him talking about debts owed and disappointed bosses. Through it all, they repeatedly called him Jake. If Jason survived, his twin was going to die for this.
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