A Forbidden Night With The Enemy
He snatched the envelope like a lifeline, shoving it deep inside his ruined shirt, and practically bolted past me, vanishing into the warehouse gloom towards the rear exit.
I walked out moments later. Viper stood near the main door with his arms crossed, radiating disapproval.
"Boss, that’s a hell of a gamble. That kid’s spine is made of wet noodles. He’ll crack the second Rodriguez looks at him sideways. Or worse, Rodriguez will smell the rat a mile off."
"He’s motivated by two primal forces: fear and greed," I countered, striding towards the exit, the damp chill of the warehouse seeping into my bones.
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