Page 115 of Stay with Me

“I love you more, Rem. I love you so much more.”

CHAPTER 45

Repercussions

Broker

Those sons of bitches. I want them all wiped from the face of the earth. That fucking Rex left me for dead. So much for the Falcons being my brothers.

I look around this prison gym and the rage builds. I’m in fucking gen-pop. They mean for me to die in here.

“What the fuck you looking at?” I say to the tweaker watching me.

He rolls his eyes at me. “A dead man,” he says and walks off laughing hysterically.

I turn to see he’s not the only one leaving the gym. The room empties and three guys enter. I straighten up as I take notice that the guards are gone.

I’m not going to punk out. The fucking brotherhood in these walls have all abandoned me. Not one will talk to me. Fuck them, I don’t need them.

My blood runs cold when a fourth guy walks in. He seems as large as he did when I was a boy and I watched him kill my father with his bare hands. I could never forget this motherfucker.

He’s just older. His jet-black hair is longer, and he has a beard, but those blue eyes are still the eyes of the devil. A six five devil.

“You know who I am.” It’s a statement, not a question.

“Kevlar,” I bite out.

He grunts. “My name has been in your mouth too much. You know that?”

I grit my teeth. I don’t know how he’s in this prison. He should be in a max prison in Colorado. I flex my fist.

“I don’t give a fuck. You know that?”

He rushes me so fast I don’t know what happens until my nose is gushing blood. The big motherfucker headbutted me. I cradle my face and howl in pain.

“You show me some fucking respect. You’re not out there anymore. You don’t have a badge to shield your ass.”

I clench my teeth. My head is throbbing. I’m going to kill this motherfucker.

He snorts. “Forget that shit. You don’t have the smarts or the strength to kill me. Besides, I’m not going to let you live long enough to try,” he says as if he has read my mind.

“Fuck you,” I spit.

“You fucked yourself. No one fucks with my family. I might be in here, but I’m still motherfucking Prez. You fucked up, kid. Before I walk out of this bitch, your ass is mine.”

“Walk out?” I growl.

He grins. “I’m going home. Thanks to you, by the way.”

“What?” I roar.

“I’m going to leave you to think about that,” he chuckles. “We’ll meet again. Real soon.”

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Kevlar

I stare into the blue eyes staring back at me. His dreadlocked hair is just as blond as his daddy’s. Memories begin to flood my head of my brother.

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