Page 94 of Walking Red Flag

I pulled it out without checking the caller ID and placed it to my ear.

“Hello?”

There was this weird clicking sound and I frowned as I walked toward the bedroom, obviously not going to miss my husband undressing for a phone call.

I could hear the shower already running, but by the sounds of it, Cutter hadn’t made it inside yet.

My eyes spied his now bare ass reaching in and testing the water when the robotic voice filled my ear.

“Collect call from Huntsville Penitentiary from,” the robotic voice changed when I got into the bedroom. I saw Cutter leaning over the trashcan throwing something into it when the voice hit me. “Your best boyfriend ever.”

I must’ve made some sound because Cutter whipped around toward me.

The shock started to course through my veins, but before I could hear anything more, Cutter put the phone to his ear.

His face went from concerned to thunderous, and my breathing accelerated.

“Listen to me and listen very carefully,” Cutter said in a dangerously low tone. “You will never call her again. You will lose her fuckin’ number. You try again, and I’ll make sure you never leave those prison walls.”

There was a long pause, and then Cutter turned even scarier. “Two weeks is a long time, my friend. Lots of things could happen in two weeks.”

There was another pause and then, “You could try. You could damn well try, but let’s just say that’ll never happen. Your attempt failed. You won’t ever get close to her.”

Cutter listened a little bit longer before hanging up.

When his eyes met mine, I knew that I wasn’t going to like what he had to say.

“Wonder how many more years Copper’ll get if he takes care of him now for me,” he replied.

I was already shaking my head. “You can’t ask him to do that.”

“To protect you, I’d ask him to do anything.”

CUTTER

To say that I was in a bad mood would be an understatement.

What was meant to be a fun day celebrating mine and Milena’s marriage with the club had turned into a planning session.

Luckily, Milena understood the assignment, and hadn’t fought me when I asked her for some time with the boys shortly after introducing them all.

She’d been miraculously easygoing about all of it, and only when I’d asked her why did her answer literally break me.

Cutter, darling. The fear that lives inside of me is constant. I know that one day that man is going to get out, and he’s going to come after me because his conceit won’t allow him to let the slight pass. However, when I saw him at the prison, I didn’t have you in my corner. My fear is barely noticeable when you’re around. And even when you’re not. Because I know that you’d protect me, even if you had to burn the city of Dallas down around our ears to make it happen.

“So what you need to do is get the ex-boyfriend brought in,” Hagrid said. “Short of killing him, which would be pretty hard to do since he’s high-profile right now.”

Hagrid wasn’t lying.

Asher was a goddamn boy wonder right now in the Dallas business community.

His think tank for whatever the fuck he was working on right now was going viral, and getting rid of him would be considerably harder now than it would have been even a week ago.

I should’ve just taken him out after the incident with Milena, but I’d allowed Shasha to deal with it.

And now I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

“I could plant something,” Apollo suggested. “I mean, he’s a computer tech. He might very well find it before it’s found, but if I’m smart about it, and leak it to the right people, I could have him brought in tomorrow if I tried hard enough.”

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