Todos os capítulos de THE THIRTY-DAY GAMBLE: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 66

"You look like a king, puppy."Jonathan’s voice crackled through the intercom, thin and metallic. He leaned against the reinforced stool on the other side of the six-inch glass. The orange jumpsuit was three sizes too big. It made his shoulders look sharp. Bony. He hadn't shaved in weeks. A dark, messy scruff covered his jaw."I look like a man who hasn't slept in four days." I didn't sit. I couldn't. I stood in the cramped visitation booth, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of a tailored wool coat. I stared at the smudge of grease on his side of the glass. "They’re treating you okay?""They’re treating me like a Hayes." Jonathan tilted his head. A slow, mocking grin pulled at his cracked lips. "Separate wing. Private shower. No one touches the Prince, Ben. Not even the guards. They’re too afraid of what you’ll do to their bank accounts.""They should be." I stepped closer. The light in the high-security wing was a flat, dead white. It sucked the color out of everything. Except hi

"Light it up."The match hissed. A tiny, flickering spark in the damp darkness of the loading dock. I didn't wait for a response. I flicked the stick into the river of gasoline.The warehouse didn't just burn. It exhaled. A roar of blue and orange heat that slammed into my chest. I didn't move back. The sweat on my forehead turned cold in the wind of the blast."Mr. Clarke, the perimeter is clear." Miller stepped beside me. He was wearing a tactical vest over a three-thousand-dollar suit. He looked ridiculous. He looked terrified. "But we need to go. The fire department is five minutes out.""Let them come." I watched the flames lick the side of a crate marked PROPERTY OF PRICE LOGISTICS. "Did you find the central stash?""The pills? Yes." Miller held up a small, reinforced silver briefcase. "Every dose of the Loyalty batch. Nathaniel was planning to move them to the docks tonight.""Hand it over." I took the case. It was heavy. It felt like holding a dozen lives in my hand. "And the

"Which one of you is first?"I spat a mouthful of copper onto the cracked asphalt of the yard. My knuckles were raw, skin hanging in white strips where I’d caught a jawbone. Six of them. Big. Tattoos crawling up their necks like ivy. They didn't have the blue of the guards or the grey of the regulars. These were Price’s men. Professional hitters who’d traded their suits for jumpsuits just to clock my heart rate from the inside."Nathaniel says hello." The one in the lead—a mountain of a man with a jagged scar bisecting his left eyebrow—produced a sharpened toothbrush. The plastic handle was wrapped in duct tape. "He also said you’re not as pretty as the other one.""The other one would have killed you by now." I shifted my weight. My knees ground together. "I’m just going to enjoy it.""Bold for a dead man."The mountain lunged.He was fast. I was faster. I stepped inside his reach. My elbow connected with his nose. Crunch. Cartilage gave way. Blood sprayed my face. It was warm. Salty