Page 40 of Walking Red Flag

That’s when Cutter’s eyes gleamed. “My sister is the one running it now…in her spare time. She owns the majority share of it, sits in as the head of the board of directors, and takes a pretty healthy dividend of their profits—or would if she agreed to take some of the shares. She won’t, because she feels like they’re Copper’s.”

“You don’t?” I asked.

He was already shaking his head before I could finish the question. “I want nothing of my dad’s. The only reason that Keely took it was because she was owed.”

I didn’t ask how she was owed.

But if Cutter felt like she was, then she was.

“Let’s go meet your brother first,” I urged.

“You want to go meet some random man in prison?”

I looked at the man that was still playing with his dick and said, “Most certainly.”

He followed my gaze and said, “Get the fuck out of here, perv.”

The man jolted, surprised that he was being addressed. Almost as if he was thinking he was invisible or something.

“Uh, I’m waiting for my lunch.”

“Then go wait in the fuckin’ car,” Cutter ordered. “Someone’ll bring it out to you.”

He opened his mouth and then closed it. “My mom said that I had to wait.”

“Does your mom know you’re a creep?” Cutter asked.

“Uh,” he said.

“Go,” Cutter snapped.

The man, which I now realized was a very young, likely not-all-there, early twenties ‘man,’ got up and bolted out the door.

“I’m still coming with you,” I asserted.

He opened his mouth, then closed it. “Okay.”

The ride to the prison was less than a mile.

“That is the women’s prison,” he pointed it out. “I have a friend that was in there. Her name is Sawyer. She’s married to a man that’s head of a motorcycle club in Louisiana.”

“Oh,” I said. “That’s…interesting.”

He grinned at me. “She’s good people. Though, she was unjustly punished for something that wasn’t her fault.”

“I’m sensing a theme,” I said as he pulled to a stop in front of a building that looked intimidating as fuck. “I wonder how many men and women are doing time for a crime that was necessary.”

“Probably way more than you think,” he said as he got off.

I followed suit, grabbing the hand that he held out to me for balance.

I also held on to it for a bit too long, only realizing when we started walking that I was still holding onto it like a lifeline.

Did I let it go?

No.

I held onto it because I could.

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