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happen to his son.
    “Don’t put this on me, dad. That guy is
a tight-ass. He came in here looking for someone to latch onto. If it wasn’t
me, it would have been one of the other brothers and you know it.”
    “He was pretty filthy,” Blaze backed
me up.
    “No,” my dad said, sure of himself.
“He wanted you, even before you walked in he was completely uninterested in
anything I had to say, asking about my son.” He pounded his fist down on the
desk hard and one of the legs snapped out from underneath it, causing the wood
to slant off to the side. “My son,” he repeated the words angrily.
    I exhaled and shot Blaze a look. “ It’s going to be fine, dad. That piece of
shit has nothing on me or he would have taken me in by now. He’s just fishing
around for information, trying to scare us.”
    It was a roll I wasn’t used to
playing, comforting someone. Normally I was the one who flipped out and assumed
the worst-case scenario playing out then Blaze had to calm me down. But I’d
learned enough to know over the years that me getting worked up only made my
father more worked up, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, Blaze always
told me.
    “He’s right. If they had anything
concrete then he would have taken him in or our men in blue on the inside would
have tipped us off about it already.” Blaze padded me on the shoulder,
reflecting my words.
    My father didn’t say anything for a
moment and when he turned back around he had a look I couldn’t read plastered
across his face. “You’re right, and they aren’t going to find anything on you
either. You need to lay low for a while,” he announced. “And that means you
aren’t allowed to be involved in the capture of Stone.”
    Blaze took a step in front of me,
anticipating my reaction. “Casper, with all due respect, I don’t think side
tracking Cutter is the answer here. He’s one of the best field men we have in
the entire club, he’s a good shot and you know it.”
    “Well, it’s a good thing your opinion
doesn’t matter, Blaze.”
    Then my father pushed past both of us
and left us alone in his office, slamming the door just as hard behind him at
the detective who left before him had.
    I was going to lose my fucking mind.
    And judging by the look on Blaze’s
face, he knew it.

 
    Chapter Four
    GRACE

 
    I wanted Heather to like me, I really
did. I was involved with her brother for Crist sake, of course, I wanted us to
get along but her attitude was proving to make it more and more difficult.
    “I don’t know why you’re wasting your
time, he’s Cutter’s puppet he won’t do anything unless his master loosens the
strings and tells him that it’s alright.” She crossed one of her small legs
over the other and repositioned herself in the backseat of Ace’s car.
    Imagine my surprise when Ace had shown
up to get me with Heather in the backseat. Apparently, she had insisted on coming
along with him. I was pretty sure it was so she could get a glimpse of Blaze
but I wasn’t going to open my big mouth about that. I was in enough trouble
with her.
    “I’m not anyone’s puppet.” Ace glanced
at us in the rearview mirror as he zoomed up a busy street. “I’m just loyal,
something you probably don’t know much about Heather.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” She
crossed her arms over her chest and squeezed her knuckles together. Jeez, she
really did have big boobs for such a small person.
    I glanced down at my own chest. Mine
were big, but hers were giant.
    “It means that the streets have been
talking and word has it that you’ve been hanging out with that fool, Criminal,
on the low.” He puffed his lips out and let out am annoyingly loud sigh. “Now,
tell me, what would your brother and Blaze think about that?”
    “Well, the streets lie,” Heather snapped. “He’s just my friend. Besides, my brothers
too busy to notice much these days.” She glanced out the window. “And Blaze
doesn’t concern himself with