DRAKE'S VIEW
"Easy with that," I said, pulling the knife from his hand.
"Relax! I was peeling an orange; I wanted to squeeze it to make pure OJ. You know how I like my food pure, with no artificial ingredients," he scoffed. I watched him squelch every piece of that orange into juice. He sipped his juice and gave me an evil glare. "So what are you doing here so early? Let me guess, your man outside informed you that I was here," he sneered.
"Let's say they did; I just want to find out why you are in town when the law is after you."
"You know the reason, why I am here, and as for the law, I don't give a rats ass about those coppers. You know that I can handle them," he smirked as he gulped his orange juice. "I see that you didn't bring your little whore along for the visit."
The anger in me flourished. I wanted to punch him in the gut, but I held back. I had to be calm, which was virtually impossible with my brother.
