He lifted his hands now, a gesture of surrender. There was a bite to his voice - this wasn't what he wanted or expected. Just because time had healed some of Pherson's wounds didn't mean they did the same for Mitch.
"If you want me dead, shoot me. I'll ask my children to leave you be."
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He lifted his hands now, a gesture of surrender. There was a bite to his voice - this wasn't what he wanted or expected. Just because time had healed some of Pherson's wounds didn't mean they did the same for Mitch.
"If you want me dead, shoot me. I'll ask my children to leave you be."