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Hearing Morgan, Grant began obsessing over his brother Scott He thought of Kilo or so hi him the dope

Grant all-out assaulted Kilo then, punching hier, provoked by the fury and choking on pure rage

“I lost , too!” He backed away and kicked hier were out of control This was a defining moment, one from which he couldn’t escape

“That’s enough, Grant!” Blake screa to pull him off and push him back

Grant still couldn’t stop He was like a loco down a narrow track with only one destination now—prison But he didn’t care He couldn’t care He wanted this guy to die for what he’d done to Morgan, what guys like hian

He wanted him dead because his brother was dead

Another hit followed a swift kick Another wail resounded in the distance “Morgan suffers today because of you!”

Kilo’s protests had long since faded away

“Grant! You have to stop! You’re gonna kill him!”

A fountain of sweat spewed off his body “No! This substance abuse proble everyone around us! Don’t you see? Mothers and fathers lose their children every single day to this drug Babies lose their parents There’s an epideht wars that don’t concern them!”

Exhausted, Grant was finally overpowered when Blake dragged hi never solves anything You know this! What the hell has gotten into you?”

He glared at the e oak tree “If rave, those who supplied him and others like him have tombstones with their names on them, too I intend to help bury the them”

Blake shook his head “Grant, there are too many of theer , you do it the right way Don’t stoop to a drug dealer’s level and fight with guns or fists”

“You’re right,” Grant said, using his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his brow