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He gives me a chin lift. “How’ve you been?”

“About the same.”

“You need money?”

“Why, you got some?”

“Not for drugs. Not today, not any day.” He gives me a warning look.

For some reason, Jett just never fell into that trap. I wish I could say the same.

I give him a look, the self-righteous son of a bitch. “Don’t do drugs.”

“Nah, you just sell ’em.”

“Hey, I’m just the middle guy takin’ all the risk.”

“For fuck’s sake, don’t try to smuggle it anywhere. Can’t bail you out of the state pen or fuckin’ Columbia.”

“You think I’m stupid?”

“I got the brains, let's just say that.”

I snort. “You sayin’ I’m prettier? Louder for those in the back.”

“You know why you get into so much trouble?”

I roll my eyes behind his back. “I’m sure you’re gonna enlighten me.”

“It’s because of that smart mouth.”

I rub my chin. “Really? I thought it was because of my devastating good looks or my huge cock.”

“Please never reproduce.”

“We’re twins, Jett. What you say about me, you only say about yourself.”

I won’t tell my brother, but I got caught with some dope on me. Not enough to be charged, but enough to have a night in the slammer.

Not that I give a fuck, but he’ll only give me that look he always does, like he’s some goddamn saint and I’m some major fuckup.

“Maybe I should’ve taken up with the MC, then I’d have pussy on a platter just like you.”

“Bummer you chose the hard road, but it’s never too late.” He’s always pulling this card. Like the MC is the best thing in the universe.

I’m too stubborn to skulk backward with my tail between my legs. Not gonna happen. I’d rather eat shards of glass. If I don’t have my pride, what else do I have?

We head toward his truck, and I whistle low between my teeth. “Nice ride.”

“Thanks.”

“You pullin’ tricks?”

“Nope.”

“Fuck,” I laugh. “Earnin’ an honest wage kinda suits you.”

“Glad you think so. Put that cigarette out before you climb in.”

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