“How bad did you hurt him?”
“Broken nose, split lip.”
“Ouch.” Davi reached for Quinn’s right hand and examined it. “No broken skin. Ooh, you’re good, actor man.”
Quinn stopped and locked his gaze with Davi’s reflection. “You wanted me to fight Foxx, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“It was your turn.”
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