42 - Meeting with the enemy
Trace Walking into Church this morning after dropping Ava-Reign off at the playgroup I got her into last week – she needs interaction with little people her own age – I, along with almost everyone else, was surprised to see a fuckin.g Cutthroat sitting at the table. The fuckin.g Cutthroats VP, Mortar. “What the fuc.k is he doing here?” Was the first thing out of my mouth. Our Prez ordered me to sit the fuc.k down and told me that Mortar was our guest and he had information for us. Cunt must have a damn death wish because, believe me, all I want to do is rip his fuckin.g head off his shoulders! “Mortar. Why don’t you start? Tell my boys what you know.” He nods his head toward Shepard, then turns to us. I can’t look at the piece of shi.t! “First off, I’m not here to make trouble; I’m h
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