Chapter 304

"I don't want you to have to do this," Samuel argued as Deacon and Dalton sat in the kitchen of the little trailer, explaining to him what they were going to do. His face wore a mask of irritation, and he angrily flicked the ashes of his cigarette into an ashtray, his hand shaking as he brought the filtered tobacco up to his mouth and took a long drag.

Dalton had never been so annoyed in his life. Trying to make this man see the truth and the light of day was beginning to wear on him. In his uncle's mind, he thought he could come up with the money he owed by himself. "Listen, I'm in the position that I can ask for it." Didn't mean he wanted to, but he would.

"It's not your job to save me." Sam leveled him with a stare.

It was a stare that would have scared him back when he was a teenager, but these days Dalton faced scarier truths. Namely one about five foot six with long dark hair and the most soulful pair of hazel eyes he'd ever seen. After the night at Mandy's he'd realized wh