Free CUTTER, 4 (Red Sin MC) by Alexa Rynn Page A

happy to take you off our hands. Imagine all the fun they could have with the son of the most wanted man in their brotherhood.” He started to walk away from him. “Besides, if anything I’ve heard about your father is true then it won't be long before he tries to come to your rescue anyway.”
    “You aren’t giving me to anyone,” Krusher said as my father got further and further away from him. “In fact, I think I’m going to stick around town for a while, take in the sights. And while I’m here, your brotherhood is going to look after me, make sure nothing bad happens to me or that I don’t fall into the wrong hands if you know what I mean.”
    “Is that so? And why the hell would we do a thing like that?” My father asked, amused. “You’re going to cross over to Red Sin now? Try to be a traitor the way your father was?”
    I grunted. “Doesn’t surprise me.”
    “Oh, God, no,” Krusher said, appalled. “Never, but I do want to stick around for a while. All the club pussy back home is getting a little old if you know what I mean, time to dip my hands in some new pots of gold.” He looked down at his fingernails like he was starting to grow old. “And you’re going to let me do whatever I want around here.”
    Blaze glared at him. “Get to the point, asshole.”
    “The point,” he said, standing up. “Is that if Cutter doesn’t want anything bad to happen to his precious sister than he’s going to do exactly what I tell him to do for as long as I tell him to do it.”
    Blaze’s eyes grew dark. “Fuck you, Heather is safe and sound and she’s going to stay that way.” He took a step toward Krusher and balled his hands up into fat circles. “I dare you to try saying something like that again.”
    “Not Heather,” Krusher rolled his eyes. “Cutter’s other sister.”
    “Cutter doesn’t have another sister.”
    “Yeah, I don’t have another sister.”
    Krusher glanced at my father. “You mean you haven’t told him?”
    I turned my attention toward my father. “What the hell is he talking about?”
    “Oh, no, no.” Krusher laughed, throwing his head back. “Let me! Let me! Allow me to paint you a little picture. Once upon a time in a land very, very close a man and a girl had themselves a little set of twin babies! One was a boy and one was a girl. And they loved the twins dearly, well the father loved the son dearly, the daughter he could have done without. But the mother loved them both dearly, so dearly that when she found out a few years later that she was pregnant again she was thrilled.”
    “Dad?” I asked, looking from Blaze to my father.
    “And so was the father, until he realize that she had another girl. It got so bad that the mother was starting to become more and more terrified of the father and the dangerous life he lived, and the obsession he had with his son, so one day in the middle of the night she took her twin daughter and left. She wanted to take all of her children but there was no time, for her partner was a dangerous, dangerous man who had a bunch of brothers who would kill her if they ever found her.”
    “Shut up,” my father said, shaking his head. “Shut up now!”
    “Now this girl, this twin, she’s alive and well towns and towns away from here and right about now three of my men have eyes on her. Eyes that don’t mind watching over her but if something were to go wrong and anything were to happen to me, that could change.” Krusher titled his cocky little smile to the corner of his lips. “So, the question is, Cutter, how much do you care about this twin sister that you never met?”
    “Shut up!” My father yelled again. “Stop this! It’s lies! All lies!”
    I looked at my father, studying his face and suddenly I felt defeated.
    Because I knew my father, I knew his reactions and non-reactions. I knew when he was wrong and when he was right. And most of all I knew when he was lying and when he was telling the truth.
    And right now he was