Chapter 22
“W e play the long game.” I spoke softly, staring across the booth in the seedy bar we frequented. Mike and Chuck stared back at me with bloodshot eyes. No one really kept too close of tabs on them. Nondescript and oily. The better people of this town liked to pretend we didn’t exist.
I raised a finger to the waitress passing to signal another round. The owner typically let us drink on the house, we provided him the poison of his choice frequently.
Tina, or whatever-the-fuck-her-name was, nodded at me and winked. The neon lights advertising different alcohol selections not providing a kind light on her features. She was past her prime and used up. She’d probably been pretty once. Not any more. Whatever. One of us would be able to get our dick wet with her tonight. Or maybe we’d share her.
“What if your boy is with them?” Chuck asked quietly, his eyes on the point of his pocket knife digging into our usual table. He was leaving quite a mark after all these years. No one had the balls to say anything though.
“I don’t have a boy any more.” I growled.
Mike laughed while Chuck’s eyes gleamed in understanding.
“I don’t give a fuck who gets caught in the crossfire.” I slapped the waitress’s ass as she set our drinks down and walked away.
“I just want Trevor Connor to pay.”