Knox:
You’d think killing three men in cold blood would keep you behind bars longer than twenty-eight goddamn months.
But here I am. Breathing air that doesn’t stink of piss, bleach, and regret.
Should’ve gotten life. Hell, I wanted it for a while. But Cruz was dead, and my brain broke clean down the middle when it happened. Temporary insanity, they called it. Like there was anything temporary about what I felt watching my brother bleed out on the gravel parking lot while our so-called allies lit him up like it was fireworks season.
I ratted. Yeah. I f*****g ratted. Not because I was trying to shave off years or find some twisted redemption. I did it because the men I gave up were never brothers to begin with. They were snakes in cuts, and I’m not riding with venom in my veins. Those s
