“I do.” He said.
“Then talk.” I said.
Razor looked toward the dead carnival rides before looking back at me.
“You know what everyone thinks I want?” He asked.
“You want power.” I said.
“That’s what they think.” He said.
“You want Knox dead.” I said.
“I do.” He said as I stared at him.
“At least you’re honest.” I said as he gave a humorless smile.
“I have never lied about hating him.” He said.
“Why?” I asked.
His expression changed, and for several seconds, he looked almost human.
“Because he got everything I should have had.” He said as I folded my arms.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“He got the club, the loyalty, the brothers, the woman who would stand beside him when the whole world turned against him, and somehow he even got a future.” Razor said as his eyes dropped tow
