Chapter 16

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Harry could only stare at the man who stood before him, arming himself and preparing to take on Dante’s men for him. His gentle, charming angel had transformed into the soldier that he apparently was. Charlie stalked into the hall, flung open the door, and stood looking at the men. Harry’s heart sank. Bill Mosely. Bill Mosely hated him with a passion and would gladly take any opportunity to disembowel him. With him were two men that he had seen at Dante’s but didn’t really know. All of them were big, ugly, and hard. They didn’t stand a chance.

Charlie looked them up and down. “You must be the three wise men?”

Absurdly, Harry wanted to laugh. He put his hand to his mouth.

“Funny man,” snarled Mosely as he barged his way in with the other two following. Mosely was big but it was all fat. He was probably ten years older than Charlie, but he was a nasty bastard through and through.