“I bleed for the Outcasts, man. I’ll follow you anywhere.” Pig reached out his hand to fist bump me.
Holding my breath, I actually hugged him. “You’re always Outcast.” I patted his back.
“Godda*nit Blaze, don’t make this weird!” Pig cackled as he backed away from me.
I spent the next couple of hours with my crew, going through our bags and pulling out various black bandannas. Thankfully, I made it a requirement a couple of years ago to wear black undershirts with our cuts, so all of us took off our cuts and stuffed them in our saddlebags.
Carlo brought all of his men out, and their appearance made me step back. All of them were decked out in black and black ski masks. A few of them had ski masks that were designed like skulls.
“When I said black out, you took it literally.” I was imp
