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“I swear I won’t give you a reason to doubt me again.” He whispered it like an incantation, praying his oath would take to the air and reach her like a homing pigeon.
Kingdom inhaled the curls of smoke wafted his way. Cutter came out of the woodwork, a guarding presence. f**k, he was so wrapped up that he hadn’t heard the flick of Cutter’s Zippo lighter. And that sound was not soft.
“Yo, you’re thinkin’ too hard, brother. Gimme a heads-up before you go postal on me ’cause I like my life the way it is.”
“Your time will come, yeah. Learn your lesson from me, brother.”
Cutter gave him a wry smile. Taking a drag from his cigarette, it sparked a neon-red burn from the end of the butt. Blue smoke streamed out of his nostrils. Leaning back against the brick wall of the clubhouse, Cutter’s
