34 - This is bullshi.t!
Trace He’s late. Ten minutes late. Brick demanded we meet at Wilson Valley, a picnic spot of all the places. I don’t know what that motherfucke.r is playing at, but I’m beyond pissed off. I want my girl back safely. I should never have let her go the way I did. I should have fought for us. I knew Fallon was hurting and pushing me away, but I should have made her see that we belonged together. Whatever Fallon said that day was designed to hurt me; I knew that. Shi.t, I’m a big guy; I could take it. I have to see that Fallon is okay for myself. I couldn’t bear it if I lost her. Brick the bastard shot Fallon, and I don’t know how bad it is or if Brick has even gotten treatment for her. I doubt it, but I do know that I’m going to kill the cunt, there is no doubt about that. Half my club is
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