Cutter 3 Read Free

didn’t
say anything and Blaze let out a huff. “Don’t even think about it, Cutter.”
    “He might surprise us,” Cutter pointed
out.
    “You’ll end his life. He can’t handle
any mission right now, let alone one involving Green Grove. You might as well
put a fucking bullet in his head yourself and save him the travel time.”
    “Fine, then you tell him this time.
I’m sick of seeing that damn look in his eyes, it’s the same one Heather just
gave me when I left her back at the fucking bar.”
    Blaze dug into his pocket and a second
later I saw the glow of his screen coming to life. “Heather will be fine and so
will Shutter, he’s lucky that we humor him at all.”
    “I want to move as soon as possible.”
Cutter tightened his grip again, forgetting about Shutter. “I think we should
be on route by tomorrow night at the absolute latest.”
    I gulped. Tomorrow night? That was so
soon.
    “We can’t just move without a plan or
without knowing what we’re getting ourselves into. We walk in there blindly and
we won’t make it far, if we need to take a little extra time to make sure we
get the job done right then so be it.”
    “I’m just so anxious,” Cutter mumbled.
“I want to get in there.”
    He sounded calmer than he did back in
the room, though, a lot calmer. And his intense stare was down a couple notices
now. It finally occurred to me just how much being around Blaze relaxed him. He
trusted him more than he trusted anything else in his life. That was clear.
    “And we will,” Blaze said calmly.
“When we’re prepared and when we’re armed with the right team. If we walk in
there with a bunch of pussy’s we’ll be on our own anyway.”
    “All I need is you,” Cutter told him.
    Blaze patted him on the shoulder.
“Ride or die.”
    “Oh, don’t get all emotional on me
now.” Cutter patted him on the shoulder roughly but after a second he laughed
and nodded, “ride or die.”
    I couldn’t help the small smile that
was forming on my face. It was a pretty sweet scene, reminded me of the
relationship I had with my sister. Of course, neither one of us would be
considered as dangerous as Cutter nor Blaze was.
    Cutter reached down and hit the light
on his phone. “I have like four missed calls from Heather, she probably wants to
pick up right where we left off.” He tossed his phone into Blaze’s lap. “I
really don’t want to deal with her, she brought up the M word.”
    Blaze let out a low whistle. “She’s
still on the whole where’s Mom train, huh?” I could hear the clicking of electronic
buttons on the screen as Blaze unlocked Cutter’s phone.
    “That bitch isn’t my mother,” Cutter
hissed.
    A shiver raced up and down my arms.
I’d never thought to ask Cutter about his mother. I guess I had just assumed
that things didn’t work out with Cutter’s father and her and they still kept in
touch. I should have known better than to assume anything when it came to
Cutter’s life.
    “Of course, she isn’t.” Blaze held the
phone to his ear. “The word mother implies that she actually did something for
you in your life.”
    Cutter didn't answer him and Blaze
didn’t press it.
    Another reason I was sure he was a
real best friend.
    “Heather,” Blaze suddenly sounded
detached and professional. “You rang?” There was a pause on Blaze’s end of the
line. “I’m aware that you called your brother but I’m the one calling you back
so why don’t you tell me what it is that you want?”
    I rolled my eyes the way I always
seemed to do when I had to watch Blaze and Heather interact with one another.
How long were they going to do this for? It was clear even to me that the two
of them belonged together.
    “What does it matter where your
brother is?” He glanced at Cutter. “He’s in the middle of something very
important and can’t make it to the phone. The damn president of the United States
couldn’t even reach him right now, that’s how tied up he is.”
    Cutter