Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
He sighed and pulled on his hair, yanking it roughly up until it stood on end.
“Well, it started about three weeks into the job. He stayed clean until then,” he added, wincing slightly. I didn’t doubt it, either. My brother was able to stop using for short stretches, but, then something would knock him off the rails again and he’d go right back to using as if he’d never stopped. “But once I finally realized that he couldn’t hack it, it was already too late. He’d given them his name and everything. Something we told him not to do.”
My brother was a dumbass.
He was stupid. He didn’t listen to anything because he thought he knew better than anyone.
But, he was my brother. My goddamned twin brother.
The thing about my brother and me was that we really didn’t look all that much alike.
He was always rough and unkempt.
Which was why I did all I could do to make myself look like a presentable human being and nothing at all like him.
That way everyone would be able to tell us apart in a police lineup if it ever came to that.
“What’d he tell them about me?” I asked softly, knowing where he was going with this.
“That he could get them anything they wanted on you, pretty much,” Kelly disclosed. “I was able to listen to everything,” he said. “I had it translated onto paper so you know exactly what was said.”
I sighed. “Fucking wonderful.”
My brother’s handler, Kelly, grimaced.
“Everything was going according to plan. He got in with the gang, no problem. What we didn’t know was that they were in the midst of a turf war of sorts with another gang. That gang had members inside, and they saw your brother as some sort of a threat. They moved on him, and he was fucked up pretty bad.”
“I’ve kept him in ‘isolation’ and have managed to get the other gang members moved to a different prison…but now I need you to take over. I can’t trust him anymore, and this job…it’s sensitive. They won’t know it’s you if you pose as your brother,” he cleared his throat. “Y’all look alike…or could if you let your hair and beard grow.”
I shrugged, playing along with him so I could figure out just what my brother was into and why it was a big deal in the first place.
“What makes you think I want in on this operation at all, never mind impersonating this dumbass? Especially considering the fact that his stupidity is probably why he was shivved his first week in there,” I said, knowing for a fact that I was right. Most likely he’d pissed off the other gang in some way, and they’d decided to teach him a lesson. “Which is another thing, I’m not chopping off three fingers so I can impersonate him. He’s a lost cause. Let it go and find another way in.”
Mother fucker deserved it.
So I wasn’t the most politically correct of people. I didn’t like my brother, so sue me.
I also wasn’t known for being the nicest of arresting officers.
I did what I had to do to get the fuckers—like my brother— off the street so someone else didn’t end up suffering the way I did.
So that someone else didn’t lose their wife to a piece of shit like I had.
It also meant that I would know a lot of people in that prison…mostly because I’d put them there.
Sure, I’d go in as Connor, but there’d be people in there who might think I’d actually care if something happened to Connor—which I can assure you I don’t—and they’d take their grievances out on Connor—me—because he was there and convenient.
“You wouldn’t have to do anything to your hand. No one knows he was hurt as badly as he actually was. They just think he’s in isolation as punishment for instigating a fight.” I rolled my eyes, and Kelly gritted his teeth. “Okay,” Kelly sighed, his eyes going far away. “I know you need more convincing…”
I knew I wasn’t going to like what he was about to say. Not in the least.
“What are you trying to get information about?” I pushed. “Who?”
He swallowed visibly.
“We don’t know who the man is that keeps making the decisions,” he admitted. “We know he’s in the Coller Gang. We also know he’s probably the vice president or the president himself.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
The name ‘Coller’ hit me right in the gut, just like he knew it would.
If there was one fucking name in the history of the world that could get me to react, Coller was it.
“The fucking Coller Gang?” I bellowed. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
My fate was now sealed. I had to do it.
My brother laughed from the doorway, and I didn’t feel an ounce of remorse when he groaned in pain immediately after as I hit him with a punch to the chin.