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Kingdom had come back early from Virginia, smuggling in contraband smokes, and contacted Cutter to meet up with him at a warehouse. Several hours of waiting for the pickup while his brother paced, poking away at his phone, nearly drove him insane. Finally, their counterpart showed up, they loaded up the merchandise, and then were free to ride away. Kingdom crossed through various neighborhoods, toggling his cell between his shoulder and jaw, talking to Sage. Smoke blew out of Cutter’s nostrils and he twisted his head toward the open window, biding his time until he was free to prowl for fresh meat.
After disconnecting, Kingdom threw his cell on the console and faced him. “Sage is bringing Greta. Her way of torturing me for being away. You’re comin’ along to distract her.”
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