The comments scrolled past faster than I could read them."If you've left the Family, why not come to us? Whatever cut you were taking, I'll triple it.""Triple? You call that an offer? Iris, come to me and you can have as much territory and as many men as you want."Soren, an arms dealer I had worked with, messaged me as well."Iris, we closed a deal just last week. How are you gone already?"I wrote back."Sorry. The Family cut me loose. A new person will handle the account from here."He went silent for a full half minute before he asked in disbelief, "Iris, they cut you? Has the Vincent Family lost its mind, or is it trying to go out of business?"I didn't answer, and another message came through."If you're gone, then forget the deal."Looking at a screen full of messages, whatever irritation being cut had left in me simply drained away, and I smiled.A decade in the underworld had left me holding a great many channels, contacts, and business lines.Over the years, countless peopl
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