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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 206 Phone Football
"Unfuckingbelievable," Clay shouted into the phone. Unfuckingbelievable."
"You want me to try again? I'll need you to wire me another ten thousand."
Clay was so angry; his eyes seemed to bulge out of his head. He hurled the burner phone to the ground. That wasn't good enough. He kicked it as hard as he could sending it sailing into the outside clubhouse wall.
"Son of a bitch," he said.
That bastard Buck Jeffers had escaped another attempt on his life. He had just been released from a hospital in Texas with a few bandages on his face. The attempt on his life had been so inept, Jeffers escaped without even a broken bone. He had fallen face first into the street and an 18 wheeler had driven over the top of him just grazing his back. Who the hell has that kind of luck?
He regretted destroying his burner phone before yelling at the failed hitman. No one took any kind of pride in their work anymore. What kind of hitman wants another fee for doing the job he failed to do? That gave him an incentive to fail in the first attempt, so he could collect another fee.
Next time, he was going to make the hitman give him a guarantee that the job would be completed or he got his money back.