CHAPTER HUNDRED & TWENTY FOUR

"Pay up," Riker told Jamie, making a beckoning gesture with his left hand.

Grudgingly, Jamie pulled out a wad of notes from his pocket and slapped it on the counter next to the other man. "You win." He grumbled.

"Again," Riker laughed.

The air in the place smelled like cigarette smoke and alcohol exposed to the naked air. After years of being in cohorts with Jamie, he still could not get over how the man could stand places that smelled of cheap cigarettes and sweat, but barely had the stomach for violence.

Both men had made a bet.

If Reynolds agreed to work for them, Jamie won. If he refused their generous offer, Riker was the winner.

What sane man born of a woman would refuse an offer like that, Jamie had said days before, when they first set their sights on TheJohns Conglomerate.

Reynolds Sheen, Riker told his partner. And he had been right.

Riker knew Reynolds. He knew men like him. They prided in their righteousness, slick bastards like those, and this got in the way of their
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