Becca searched the faces of Demise’s Head. Each one in all them glared at her, not a lot with hatred as contempt. Of their eyes, she wasn’t somebody to be reckoned with. She was nothing however a pest, a bit woman who had foolishly wandered into the flawed place on the flawed time.

It got here as a little bit of a shock to her that she wasn’t intimidated by them any longer a lot as she was pissed off. She’d been shot at, hit, strangled… had even shot a person. She wasn’t the identical one that had flown in from Denver after dropping her job.

And who the hell had been these guys to doubt her? She’d purchased and offered corporations price ten occasions as a lot as every thing Demise’s Head had.

She needed to present them who was boss. She needed to present them that she was proper the place she was meant to be, on the heart of negotiating a high-stakes deal.

“Okay, fellas, I’ll inform you what,” she stated. “Elevate your arms. Who right here has negotiated a 9 determine deal? That’s 100 million {dollars} or extra, in case you’re as dangerous at math as I believe you might be.”

She appeared round at their faces. None of them made a transfer, aside from to have a look at one another blankly.

“Simply me?” she stated. “Effectively, then, I suppose that makes me the massive dick within the room. Metaphorically talking, after all.”

“This ain’t some company on Wall Avenue,” Mal stated.

“Yeah, no shit,” Becca stated. “If it was, you’d all be making much more sense and this could go a hell of much more simply.”

“I didn’t come right here to get insulted,” Victor stated.

“I’m not right here to insult you, Victor,” Becca stated. “That’s the very last thing I need. I’m right here that will help you. Until you need to maintain being performed like a idiot by Beef Jerky right here.”

“Cease calling me that!” Mal stated. “Victor, what the hell, man?”

“Simple, Mal,” Victor stated. “What are you speaking about, girl? Getting performed?”

Mal continued to bristle. “Man, don’t take heed to…”

“Mal,” Victor stated. “Ease down. Let the woman communicate.”

Woman. Not bitch, not ho, however girl. That’s progress, not less than, Becca thought.

“Let me ask you a query,” she stated. “Earlier than Mal’s brother shot up our city and hit that pregnant girl along with his automotive, what number of of you wished a conflict with Razor’s Edge?”

None of them stated something, which instructed her volumes. However none of them stated something towards the concept, both, which instructed her that she nonetheless needed to take them on a little bit of a journey but earlier than they might take heed to her.

“You don’t need to say something out loud,” she stated. “Simply take into consideration that for a second.”

“None of that issues, as a result of…” Mal started to say.

“Hey, Beef Jerky! Shut it!” Becca stated. “My flip to speak!”

“Let her discuss, man,” Victor stated. “I need to hear this.”

“I get it,” Becca stated. “Some time again, you thought you had some leverage, to make a hostile takeover into MC territory. Since you had that psycho lizard queen Linda backing you. With a corrupt cop in your aspect, you thought that you could possibly possibly make a push. However then she was gone, and so was your leverage.”

“So?” Victor stated.

“So… why are you continue to attempting the takeover?” Becca stated. “With no leverage? That’s a recipe for catastrophe. I need you guys to suppose for a second who actually stands to achieve from this conflict. You’re down six males. And are any of you making any more cash?”

Extra quiet and clean appears at one another. She may inform that a number of them had been pondering alongside the identical strains as her, even when they didn’t need to say something in entrance of the others. Particularly not in entrance of Mal.

“I’ll take that silence as a no,” she stated. “And what number of of you actually suppose you’re going to earn more money, even in case you win? Provided that the native police are on the MC’s aspect, to not point out you don’t know the territory in any respect?”

“I could make it work,” Mal stated.

“Mal, man,” Victor stated. “Let the woman say her piece. I ain’t going to inform you once more.”

Becca thought it was time to make her transfer. Mal was the issue level, the lynchpin that needed to be pulled to make this conflict factor come to items and at last finish. It was time to maneuver on him.

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