Page 5 of Cutter

Blade was focused on several sheets of paper spread before him. He glanced up at Cutter. “What’s up.”

After kicking the door closed behind him, Cutter flopped down on the chair next to his friend. “Have you heard of a new outfit setting up in Pooler? They call themselves Sons of Chaos.”

“Sons of…what?” Blade gave him a confused look. “Ain’t that name a little over the top and Hollywoody?”

“I had a similar reaction.” Cutter snickered. “Not that our Devils’ Spawn name ain’t kind of dramatic as well.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Blade rolled his eyes. “We were following an established tradition and format. Plus, our founder was a big reader. He took our name from an old horror book.”

“I remember hearing that story.” Crossing his legs, Cutter linked his hands behind his head. His friend was in a rare good mood. For the most part, Blade was a grouch. But a vigilant grouch nonetheless, who watched over the club’s business like a hawk and took no bullshit from anyone.

The only two people who eased his usual surliness without fail were Cel, his Little submissive, and his son, Jerrod.

Blade and Cel’s relationship had been interesting and an eye-opener for a regular dominant like Cutter.

At first, he hadn’t quite comprehended their dynamic or how the terms of endearment were intrinsically tied to the Dominant Daddy/Little girl relationship. But then, as he observed the interaction between Cel’s sweet Little personality and Blade’s devoted and caring Daddy, their perfect coupling and absolute conviction to belonging to one another, an acute ache lanced Cutter’s chest.

And just like that, awareness filled his mind.

This was an awakening. A certainty of fact like no other.

Cutter wanted the same for himself. He had to find his very own Little, with her unique idiosyncrasies and style. A special person he could love and dote upon, teach her his ways and discipline when naughty, someone to protect and care for in every possible way.

She was out there. His precious girl. The one who’d soften his rough edges and warm his cold sergeant-at-arms heart.

With this new awareness, he’d gone out to both the old and new clubs, searching among the unattached ageplayers. He’d studied the different versions and expressions of ageplay, but that unique spark, the one he sought night after night, was always missing.

Until today.

A lightning bolt had struck him when Emily entered the interrogation room…

“Hey, Cutter. Where the heck are you, man?” Blade’s pointed question pulled him out of his trance.

“Umm… I kinda went off.”

Blade chuckled. “Where to?”

“Not far,” he said. “I was thinking about your amazing luck. But it’s more than luck. You have an uncanny ability to notice when good things come your way. You’ve found your Little, and obviously, she makes you a happy man. Unlike the other fools out there who hem and haw or fear missing out, you’re notletting her go. You’re an inspiration for hard-assed single guys like me. Maybe one day, I’ll find mine.”

Clearing his throat, Blade shuffled papers from hand to hand. His friend didn’t handle personal attention or compliments well.

“Anyway. Getting back to the new MC.” Cutter changed the topic, helping his buddy get back to normal. “From what I understand, they’re not your average one-percenter MC club. These guys don’t waste time with petty shit. They play serious hardball and are doing business with the Oquendo cartel.”

Blade’s face tightened. “I’ve heard of the Oquendo. Their turf is south of the Rio Grande, but their tentacles are extending far north.”

“Well, today I received an interesting and totally unexpected proposition from Detective Emily Mayhew.”

“Mayhew? Why does that name sound so familiar?” Blade stiffened in his chair. “And what the fuck were you doing with a detective? Are you in trouble?”

“It’s nothing like that at all.” He dropped his arms and sat upright. “Mayhew is the officer who cuffed me the night of the warehouse rumble.”

“Oh yeah… I remember. She was a cute thing. A bit of a firecracker. Go on.”

“It started when Johnny, Barron, and I stopped at our usual convenience store on the way back from Dublin. Johnny needed smokes and I wanted a six-pack and a lottery ticket, but when we got there, we heard shots and the owner lady screaming. We ran in and found the new store clerk lying on the floor with a gunshot wound to the neck. He didn’t have long to live.”

“And?”

“To make a long story short, I tried to help the kid, but unfortunately…” Cutter retold the evening’s events from the convenience store to his conversation with Detective Mayhew.

---