Page 106 of Riding the Edge

“I’m not ready to turn in the towel, Wolf. I’m going to see this thing with the cartel through and then we will revisit this conversation. You got a problem with that, save it for church,” he growls, starting down the steps. He makes it down two before he turns back to me. “And when I’m done, make no mistake about it, Blackie’s the one that gets the gavel.”

If only he knew his mental instability and his precious gavel was the cause of Blackie succumbing to his addictions.

If only he knew being property of Parrish also meant bearing the burdens of those who can’t help themselves.

If only he knew that he too was someone’s property.

If only he knew he was mine.

My burden.

My cross.

My brother.

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