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after
him.”
    I knew Blaze was right but it didn’t
calm me down any. I fucking hated those scumbags, why couldn’t they just leave
us alone to live the life we wanted? Most of them did worse shit on a
day-to-day basis, I couldn’t tell you the number of times a dirty hog had
knocked off one of my brothers coming home from a big money drop off or pick
up.
    Not that most of them ended up living
to brag about it.
    You messed with my brothers then you
messed with me.
    And I’d never been a very forgiving
person.
    “That guy isn’t going to make it
around here very long.”
    “That was a threat if I’ve ever seen
one,” Blaze said, taking his hands off me and backing away from me. “And not on
the brotherhood, on you, Cutter. Seems like our new friend has it out for you.”
    Shutter let out a gasp. “Are you
scared?”
    “Oh, Jesus,” Blaze mumbled.
    I stuck my chest out. “Of course, I’m
not scared. Don’t be ridiculous, I don’t get scared, I just handle it.” I
walked over to the window and peeked out, watching the nasty detective get in
his car. “Get me the douches address, guarantee after tonight he won't bother
us again.”
    “He won't bother anyone again for that
matter.” Blaze smirked.
    My father sat down at his desk. “No.
Now isn’t the time to go around killing cops. We need to stay focused on the
task at hand. We need to get Stone to The Misfits as soon as possible.”
    Shutter started picking up all the
papers and throwing them onto my father’s desk. “I don’t know how we’re going
to get in there, it’s like a carefully guarded prison. Are we sure this is
worth it?” He glanced at me nervously. “I mean if this is what Cutter wants to
do, we should definitely do it.”
    My father shook his head. “It’s good
business all around. Without Stone, Green Grove won’t be able to operate
correctly, him and his son are the only order that place has going for them.”
He drummed his fingers back and forth on his desk. “And his son is too young,
not ready for that kind of commitment, he’ll fold under the pressure within a
year, tops, and then their route will be ours to take over. Think of the financial
gain alone.”
    “Oh, I heard about him. Krusher is his son's name, right?” Shutter sprung his body
up on top of my father’s desk. “All the girls at the bar are always talking
about how dreamy he is.”
    We all stared at him.
    “What?” he asked, looking genuinely
confused as to why we looked like we wanted to strangle him in the middle of
the warehouse office. “They do! He’s like the Justin Bieber of the biker world.”
    I saw my father’s hand move under his
desk.
    I stepped between him and Shutter. If I
didn’t get to take out a cop he definitely didn’t get to take out a brother
just because he was a little bit of an annoyance. “Shutter, why don’t you go
and set those papers up in the conference room. The rest of the committee
should be here soon.”
    Shutter nodded eagerly and shuffled
out of the room.
    “I don’t kill your friends, so don’t
kill mine.”
    Blaze chuckled and my father smirked
in spite of himself.
    “That cop has it out for you.” My
father stood up, aggravation written all over his face. “He wasn’t here to
check out the warehouse he was here to deliver a direct threat to you.”
    “He’s right,” Blaze nodded. “He barely
took his eyes off of you the entire time.”
    “That’s great,” I puffed my chest out
again. “I love my fans.”
    “All those times I told you to lay low
and stay out of trouble, you just couldn’t control yourself, you always had to
put yourself in the damn spotlight thinking you were untouchable.” He was in
front of me now, looking down at me like only a worried father would. “It’s
finally caught up with us.”
    It was always weird when my dad
switched modes on me. Going from the cold crime filled man who ruled the
brotherhood with an iron fist to a worried father who didn’t want anything bad
to