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I hear a commotion in the office.

Yelling turns into what sounds like some people fighting.

Before I can get to the office door, it opens and in tumbles some guy, reaching for his face.

“Towel! I need a fucking towel! He threw cum at me!”

My cousin then steps into the garage holding a tissue in his hand. “Get him, Corbin! He works for Axel! He has a knife!”

I grab a screwdriver and walk up to the guy and stab it into the right side of his chest.

The man screams.

I see the chunky globs of…

“Did you really wipe your cum on this man’s face?” I ask Mutt.

I can’t believe I just asked that question.

“You’re damn right I did,” Mutt says. “He tried to stab me!”

I pull the screwdriver out of the man’s chest and I simply kick his legs out and he topples to the floor.

I step right on the guy’s cock and balls.

“Axel sent you?” I ask.

“Fuck you!”

I apply pressure.

The guy screams. “Yes! Axel sent me!”

“To kill me?” I ask.

“No. To kill your brother.”

“Mutt is not my brother,” I say. “He’s my cousin.”

“Yeah, cousin. Fine. Whatever. Axel paid me to do it. Said you stole our product.”

“Fuck him,” I say. “And fuck you too.”

What choice do I have here?

I have to tell Mutt to bring the knife this guy wanted to use. I have to slit the guy’s throat. I have to have Mutt put the guy in the trunk of one of the drug cars.

There’s no choice.

And now I’m behind on my day.

“Mutt,” I say. “Do I want to know why you had a tissue of cum in your pocket?”

Mutt lowers his gaze.

“Oh, fucking Christ. What now?”

“Lady was going to pay me a hundred bucks for my stuff,” he says.