Chapter 66
Author: HONO.V
last update2026-04-30 22:37:50

Matthew's mouth opened before his brain had fully caught up with the question.

"I don't really know," he said, and then caught himself and pushed through it, because standing in front of Brother James with nothing was worse than standing in front of him with something small. "I think like I said before he is working for somebody. He is involved with somebody. That is what I can say. Other gangs are using him. That is the only thing that makes sense."

He said it with as much certainty as he coul
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