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“Virgil, my love,” she said when she answered “Tell ht? We’ve received a new shipment of whiskey” As badass as Sadie Ashby was, to me she was just Ma A woht me how to be a man

“I wish, Ma, but I’ain, Savannah was all sht to be there “Savannah Rhymer”

I heard Ma suck in a breath “What about her?”

“She’s at Bullets & Beer With bodyguards Celebratin’”

“The last fucking day of her worthless life,” she snarled, no doubt foail It won’t”

I nodded even though she couldn’t see me “Is that confirmation to act?” I held my breath, fists clenched and waited to hear the words I wanted to hear, that I could put a bullet in her pretty little head and devastate The Crusaders for their disrespect

“Oh Virgil You always co “Not a bullet, no Not yet anyway Subdue her and bring her to Ashby Manor” With those words, her wishes voiced, she ended the call

“Nice talkin’ to you too, Ma” It wasn’t the answer I wanted but it was enough I climbed out of the Porsche with a purpose behind every step I took towards the casino

“Good evening, Mr Ashby” The older doorman tipped his hat and flashed a s as I can remember

“Good evening to you, Allan”

“Nice and clear,” he said and opened the door for me, an old school pleasure Ma insisted as “Enjoy your night, sir”