Stone Cold Page #3

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I never thought a pretty lady

was something you just gave away.

I don't know, brother. Big boy rides in

out of nowhere, throwing his weight around.

- It smells too sweet. I don't trust him.

- I smell business.

You know me, baby. I'm a worrywart.

It's you and me, Stone. We're going

to get into each other's heads.

You might not like

what you find, Chains.

A member of the Brotherhood

murders a minister in cold blood.

Judge gives him a lenient sentence,

he's blown to bits in return.

The days of leniency

are over, my friends.

Gentlemen, the Gulfport chapter of

the Brotherhood sends its regards.

Got a little donation.

But you're late.

Tell me something. Why we should put up

with the bullshit if the Army wouldn't?

F*** the Army, man.

That's just why I deserted.

Take a look at that piece of sh*t.

I intend to appeal this sentencing

as many times as it takes

to get the death sentence.

And as the Governor of this great

state, if you choose to elect me,

I will make the war on the

underworld my first priority.

We're gonna eight-six him. Cut him off.

I'm gonna crack the Whip.

He's as good as dead.

Who are you?

Stone. I've got a package for Chains.

Tool, it's okay. Stone, man,

where have you been?

Chains has been asking about you.

You gonna prospect or what?

I'll get you something to eat, man.

What's up, brothers?

What's up, Chains?

- What's that?

- A little present.

I think you're gonna need

this when we do business.

What is it? A letter

bomb, man? Open that.

A bulletproof vest, man.

This is government-issue.

Where did you get it?

Don't play games with me, Chains.

Half my stash is government-issue.

So's every pistol in this room.

Including that piece in your pants.

You're right, boy. Let's try this on.

Gotta see how it looks.

- Turn around.

- Jump down, turn around.

I guess it works.

Chains, my man,

don't ever play games with me, Chains.

- Ice, wait!

- This motherf***er deserves to die!

He's mine!

You've got balls of steel, Stone.

You wanna prospect with the Brotherhood?

I say no way.

This is either gonna be the

biggest pork chop I ever ate

or my bulldozer.

- This is f***ing bullshit.

- What do you say?

- What's in it for me?

- Colors, man. Gut!

This may be a rag to the

walking dead out there,

but this is my flag,

my cross, my church.

And these colors don't run.

If they hit the ground even in a fight,

I will peel your skin off

with a knife dipped in sh*t.

I'm waiting.

All right, I'm game.

That was round one, citizen.

Our Pensacola chapter needs an ear.

- What do you mean, they need an ear?

- Mudfish.

You'll recognize it.

Tattooed. Wearing an earring like this.

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