“The government’s beating us down, and it all begins with those goddamn lines in the parking lot. Set yourself free, my brother. If you see a line, ignore it.”

“He grabbed his brothers. All three pounded each others’ backs and gave grumbling, cursing acknowledgments.“I can finally fucking breathe, seeing you goddamn bastards.”

“You did it, Whitebread! You saved him. You’re amazing. My brother. My brother.” His voice breaking, Beckett set her back on her feet and hugged her.”

“I can finally fucking breathe seeing you goddamn bastards.”

“Rick, you sick, ass-sucking fuck, I want you to know I’m not here because you beat me. I’m not even here just because you beat children. There are lots of ways I could get you for that. But you’re going to die like the gasping pussy you are because…” Beckett advanced until he was nose to nose with Rick.“You.” Beckett pushed on Rick’s shoulder until he kneeled.“Touched.” Beckett leveled the pistol between Rick’s eyes.“My.” Beckett cocked the hammer with a quiet click.“Brothers.” Beckett smiled as he pulled the trigger.”

“He gripped the edge of the desk. “I’ve done my best to make sure my brothers have no blood on their hands,” he said with menacing quiet. “I’m going to hell for all three of us.” Beckett said defiantly.”

“Don’t come here again. Ever,” he said, but instead of a threat, this sounded like a declaration of affection.“Beckett, you can kiss my ass,” Livia countered. “I’ll be here if you need me—or if I need you.”Beckett winked before growling angrily, surveying the parking lot, and turning to go back inside.”