"What's that song we always sing?" Ray said.

"For friends, we have good wine… but when jackals come, we have hunting rifles!"

Ray's eyes hardened. He swung the baseball bat down without hesitation.

"Ahhh—!" Max was the first to scream. His arm was snapped clean by the blow. The pain drained all color from his face as cold sweat poured down his skin.

A cruel smile slowly spread across Ray's face, chilling to the bone.

How much of his blood had this former brother‑in‑law of his sucked dry?

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