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This. Motherfucker. Rage surges through my veins, but I force myself to stay in control.

“Officer Turner,” I call out. “What brings you all the way out here?”

He steps out of the car, a smirk on his face that makes me want to knock his teeth in. “Just checking up on my favorite parolee. Making sure you're staying out of trouble.”

“I'm right where I'm supposed to be,” I tell him, my tone icy. “You, on the other hand, seem to be a long way from your office.”

His eyes narrow, and I see a flash of something dangerous. “I go where I need to go, Fischer. And right now, I think you and I need to have a little chat.” Not on his fucking life.

Standing my ground, I don’t give him an inch. “I don't have anything to say to you, Turner. Unless you've got a warrant, I suggest you leave.”

He takes a step closer, the vein in his forehead bulging. He’s good and pissed off now, but I’m not backing down.

“You think you're untouchable, you fucking prick? You and the trash you call family? Let me tell you something—I'm watching you. One slip, one mistake, and I'll be there. And this time, I'll make sure you go away for good.”

My fists clench at my sides, every instinct screaming at me to put a bullet in this fucker’s head.

“Is that a threat, Officer? Because it sure sounds like one.”

Turner's face twists with anger, but before he can respond, I hear footsteps behind me.

“Everything alright here, Legend?” I relax slightly at the sound of Thorn’s voice.

Turner's gaze shifts to Thorn, and I can see him reassessing the situation.

Thorn moves to stand beside me, his presence solid and intimidating. “You got a warrant, Officer? This is private property.”

Turner's eyes go cold, his smile predatory. “Just doing my job, making sure Mr. Fischer here is staying on the straight and narrow,” Turner says, his tone dripping with false sincerity. “It would be a shame if his... associations led him back to prison.”

Thorn's voice is steel when he responds. “Sounds an awful lot like harassment to me, Officer. I wonder what your superiors would think about you harassing men who’ve served their time.”

For a moment, I see genuine surprise flicker across Turner's face. He clearly wasn't expecting this level of pushback. To his credit, he recovers quickly, his mask of superiority sliding back into place.

“Just doing my due diligence,” he says smoothly. “But I can see I'm not welcome here. I'll be on my way. Remember what I said, Fischer. I'm watching.”

Thorn and I watch as Turner gets back in his car and drives away. Only when he's out of sight do I let out the breath I've been holding.

“Jesus,” I mutter, turning to Thorn. “Thanks for the backup, brother.”

Thorn nods, his eyes still fixed on where Turner's car disappeared. “Anytime. But I hope you know that bastard's not going to stop.”

“I know,” I say, running a hand through my hair. “Viper and Sparrow are taking care of it.”

Thorn chuckles darkly. “Sometimes a trip to Gatortown is the only answer to assholes like him.”

He’s right about that.

One way or another, Turner has to go.

Chapter Twelve

Legend

My phone vibrating across the nightstand jolts me awake. Being careful not to wake Brae sleeping beside me, I slide out from under her arm draped across my middle and grab it.

The screen is lit up with Viper's name.

"Yeah?" I answer, my voice rough with sleep.

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