Ace
Jake piped, retrieving a bottle of water from the fridge.
Ace and I shared a look. He had recently landed a contract—a hit on an MC prez who worked with deadly narcotics and had little to no respect toward women. It was another motorcycle club that hired Ace, one which felt that this prez was encroaching on their territory. Tonight he was going to leave so he could start doing some recon and I still hadn't decided whether or not I wanted to go with him.
"Why, what's up?" Ace asked while carefully shrugging off the blazer and handing it to me.