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The young enforcer has proved himself on more than one occasion, but when he whines like that, I have to resist the urge to reach out and smack him across the jaw to teach him some manners

“Relax,” Garrotefro thread of barbed wire Nobody calls hi like a bitch”

“Hey,” Lance snaps “Don’t start flinging insults around, man”

Garrote grins wolf-like “Cal with you”

“Quiet,” Ia hand up to shield , three of the up a storm of dust in their wake “They’re here”

Jason stops just shy of our collection of bikes, cli off with his men at his back

My old friend – now ene hairline and three chins sagging down to his jacket Sweat beads on his red face and I see the flicker of resenth it’s o to shit over the years, and I should feel guilty for being six seven and three hundred pounds of muscle

“Kane,” he mutters

“Jason,” I say, inclining my head

“Hotter than a motherfucker out here”

“Yeah, that’s what I’ve heard,” I smirk “Let’s not waste ti with the Cartel to funnel drugs into Aslado Nothing gets into this toithout one of us giving the okay, and I damn sure know I haven’t—”

“So what?” he blusters “You think I’oddamn town?”

“I’ you now,” I say calmly “If you are, you need to stop End whatever deal you’vepit for the Cartel, Jason End it Now”

His whole face tre beside un Lance does the sa the respectful like

“Listen, Jase,” I say, using the name I did ere kids “This doesn’t have to end badly—”

“Are we done?” he growls, already turning for his bike, histhe same

I sigh, clenchingwith the desire to leap at him and hammer some sense into him