Chapter 38
Blade
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BLADE WAS IN the middle of jimmying the lock on Peyton’s back porch when he heard the distinct click of a g*n behind him.
“Stop right there, asshole,” ordered a man’s voice. “And put your hands up where I can see them.”
Clenching his jaw, Blade raised both hands into the air and turned around. He’d been expecting a cop, but instead found himself face-to-face with a Gold Viper’s prospect.
“Damn, you do look a lot like him,” said Jayce, squinting in the darkness.
“That’s because I am him, i***t,” growled Blade, trying to throw the prospect off guard. “Now, put that f*****g g*n down or you’ll never get into the Gold Vipers.”
The guy hesitated long enough for Blade to knock the g*n out of his hand and slam his own revolver against the prospect’s skull. He went
