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many dicks you’ve taken up the ass while you’ve been in here. I need some help. Only reason I came to see you today.”
    Dalton hated that those words had to come out of his mouth where his dad was concerned. He’d prided himself on never having to ask the asshole for help, but Samuel had taken them in when they’d needed someone, and he’d be damned if he let Samuel suffer now.
    “Help?” Lance asked, looking around, choosing to ignore the dick comment. He leaned in, eyebrow raised. “If you ain’t noticed, I’m not really in any kind of position to help anyone.”
    In the attire given to him by the jail, Dalton could see that his dad had gotten a few new tattoos on his arms since the last time he had been there. One hundred percent the reason Dalton never got any on his own arms. “Yes you are,” Dalton argued. “You know Calvert,” he mentioned the name of the local bookie. He was able to deal on the inside too, because he had such a wide network of support.
    “Calvert?” his dad questioned, his eyes wide and wild. Playing it off like he didn’t know what the hell his son was talking about. “What the fuck are you doin’ getting mixed up with Calvert? You’ve never been a gambler. If I taught you anything, it was to never spend money you don’t have. If there’s one thing I know, you took that lesson to heart.”
    That was the only lesson he’d ever been taught from the man who sat in front of him. “You haven’t been around enough to know if I like weed on Wednesdays and races on Sundays. But either way, it’s not me. It’s Samuel. He owes Calvert a lot of money, and I can’t get my hands on that kind of cash right now.” It pained him to admit he couldn’t take care of this himself.
    “Damn, Son.” He shook his head, trying to figure out why Dalton would want to go toe-to-toe with a guy that dangerous for his uncle , but he wouldn’t even acknowledge that his own father sat in front of him most of the time. “Why are you trying to pull Samuel out of this mess? You’re gonna end up hurt, or the people you care about are gonna end up hurt. He’s not some guy who takes five-dollar bets on UK games.”
    Dalton cut his dad off. “You think I don’t know that? I’m not a dumbass, and don’t call me Son. You haven’t kept that right after all the shit you’ve put us through.” What he didn’t say to his dad was he’d gotten wind through other people and then found a paper trail proving Samuel owed over a hundred and twenty thousand dollars to the man he was seeking out. Men had died for less than that, and he knew it. Because of Samuel’s and Dalton’s affiliation with Heaven Hill, it put them at a greater disadvantage. Samuel had been a hang-around for as long as any of them could remember and always helped out in the garage when they were slammed. Many of the members saw him as more than a friend but less than a brother. He was an acquaintance they took care of. Calvert might come to Heaven Hill, asking for payment, or he might try to take it. Dalton wanted to avoid that if at all possible. This was personal, private, and he wanted to keep it that way.
    “Still holding that chip on your shoulder and that grudge in your heart, I see. You’re gonna go to your grave hating me, when we both know it’d make you feel better to forgive.”
    Forgive? He wasn’t God, and he didn’t have to forgive anybody. How did he explain to the man who’d created him that he always would hate him? There was not one reason in this universe for him or Deacon to forgive their parents for the hell they’d lived through.
    “I’m not here to talk about me. What I want is to talk about you,” he reminded his dad. “I need your help. I know Calvert’s got men in here, and I know you’re probably sucking up to them in order to have your back watched. I need to buy some time. To get the kind of cash this is going to require, I need a few days. Possibly a week. Can you do that for me?”
    Lance’s