Chapter 47 Deal~Alexander The Irish bastards laughed too loudly. Their voices filled the private suite of my hotel, smoke curling in the air, whiskey glasses clinking against the polished mahogany table. The meeting was meant to be clean, business-only, but I’ve been in this game long enough to know: when the Irish gather, there’s always some filth clinging to the edges.I hate them, but this business is one I've been betting on for a long time, and I wouldn't let it slip away.I was already calculating the angles, weighing every word as Seamus O’Donovan droned on about percentages, shipments, the necessity of an “understanding” between his family and mine. My mind, as always, was five steps ahead. If this deal slipped, the Colombians would taste blood and demand a share in quarter four, something I would never bend for them.Three years, I reminded myself. Three years of this charade until the contract dissolved and s
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