Luke
Harper didn’t answer back my last message, but I know we’re on. She wants more—just like I do.
I’m in the kitchen making coffee, in a happy haze thinking about what I’m going to do to Harper tonight, when Mason sets a tablet in front of me.
COLE TURNER ANNOUNCES GUBERNATORIAL CAMPAIGN
There’s a photo of the fucker—polished, smiling, wearing an expensive suit that probably costs more than what I used to make monthly in the unit. He’s standing in front of the Iron Ridge town hall, American flag in the background, looking every inch the legitimate businessman.
“Asshole.” I lean in and read the article.
This isn’t posturing. This isn’t a threat wrapped in civility.
This is Turner moving into the light, using his money and connections to legitimize himself at the state level.
If he wins—and with his resources, why wouldn’t he?
—he’ll have institutional power. He’ll have protection. He’ll be untouchable.
I push the tablet back toward Mason. “This is a problem.”
“Yeah.” Mason crosses his arms and smiles. “Good thing I know what to do about it.”
Raising my eyebrows, I tip back in my chair. “Now you sound like me. Should I be worried?”
Mason chuckled softly.
I guess that answers my question.