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cracked up at this, enjoying
Blaze’s attitude toward his sister.
    “No, Heather, no pun intended.”
    The thought of Heather walking in on me while I was tied up on her brother’s bed raced through my mind
and I felt myself flush. What was I, a running joke between the brotherhood
now?
    Cutter scowled, seconding my motion.
    “Just tell me what you want,” Blaze
howled, the playfulness gone from his voice. “I’m not yelling at you, you’re
calling me names and we’re kind of busy over here, we don’t have the time for your back and forth.”
    “Tell her to stop being a baby,”
Cutter laughed, speeding up on the busy street he was cruising down. A light
turned yellow in the distance and Cutter sped up, not wanting to wait for it to
change green again. A few people honked as he zoomed through but Cutter seemed
unconcerned.
    “Okay, Heather, bye!” Blaze shouted,
threatening to hang up.
    Blaze didn’t say anything for a second
and then he shot Cutter a confused look. “Where’s Grace? Heather can’t find
her.”
    Crap. Crap. Crap.
    “She’s down in the bar like I told
her.”
    Blaze shook his head. “She’s not
there, the bartender said she never came back down after she chased you out of
there.”
    “She didn’t chase me out,” Cutter
pointed out. “She was worried. Tell Heather she’s in our room then.”
    “Your brother says she’s in their
room,” he paused. “You might want to knock first, I’m not sure if he tied her
up or not before he left.”
    Ugh, so juvenile. Why was Heather even looking for me in the first place? Why couldn’t
she mind her own business? She had probably come back to insult me even more
since the last time she had seen me she had pretty much called me her brother’s
whore.
    “She’s not in your room, either.”
    “Of course, she’s in our room, that’s
where I told her to go.” He grabbed the phone from Blaze and shoved it up to
his ear. “She’s either in our room or down at the bar, check again then call me
back.” He hit the end button on his phone and tossed it onto the dash.
    Cutter accelerated.
    “I’m sure she’s there something.”
Blaze caught his phone as it slid down the dashboard and almost crashed onto
the floor. “No one is stupid enough to walk into Red Sin territory and take
her. And she’s not stupid enough to leave with everything going on.”
    Go ahead and call me stupid.
    Cutter didn’t say anything, turning
over the information in his mind. His phone started vibrating and before Blaze
had even had a chance to pick up Cutter sighed and switched lanes, getting ready
to turn around. “Where the fuck is she?”
    Blaze picked up without even saying
hello. “We’re on our way back.”
    Cutter slammed on his breaks to avoid
hitting a truck in front of him and my body landed with a long thump on the
other side of the car. Blaze reached under his seat, revealing a gun within
seconds and turning it on me with fury in his eyes.
    “It’s me! It’s me!” I cried
desperately, holding my hands up in the air while trying to sit my body upright
again at the same time. “Don’t shoot at me!”
    Blaze let out a sigh of relief. “Never
mind.” He hit the end button.
    Cutter swerved the car over onto the
side of the road and slammed down on the breaks. “Grace!” He turned around,
anger written all over his face. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
    I knew it sounded crazy but I honestly
didn’t think I was going to get caught. Now that I had I wasn’t sure what the
heck to do. I pretended to look around the car, trying my best to plaster a
puzzled expression on my face. “Is this not my car? I could have sworn that it
was.”
    Blaze shot Cutter a look.
    A look that said, hey, she’s your
property, you deal with her.
    “I thought I left an earring in here…”
    “Save it, Grace,” Cutter barked. “You
snuck in the car and followed me? What could you possibly have been thinking?”
He threw the car into park and turned