CHAPTER 13
Mack slings my ex over his shoulder like a sack of fertilizer, and I wouldn’t be shocked if that’s how Blade ended up. Maybe they’ll bury him out in those Alabama corn fields, make life better for the mother of the man he murdered. His cousin—his best friend. His latest victim.
Luckily, there’s no one outside to watch us transporting an unconscious man across the lot and into the room. Cue closes the door softy behind us. Mack and Rooster make quick work of securing Blade to the desk chair with a roll of duct tape from the car—an outlaw emergency kit. The chair itself looks too flimsy to hold him, the legs spindly, the back too small for Blade’s bulk.
“Just going out for a Butterfinger, my ass,” Ryder mutters from the bathroom doorway. He hightailed it back here once he saw M
