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"Do it, Robb Kendall, and you're a FUCKING DEAD MAN!" Liam shouted, sweat running down his face and spittle flying from his lips. I was pressing the barrel of a .45 automatic into the underside of his chin while his goons pointed their own guns at me when he said it. I smiled at them over his shoulder. "Fucking crazy-man!" Dashing Matt was saying under his breath, the gun trembling in his hand…