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“But I’hest, am I?”

I stared at him for a moment, and he looked over to me

“What?” he asked

I shrugged, facing forward once again “Nothing Just wondering how much it cost for your soul”

“Let the bidding start at—”

“Just drive!” I ordered, trying not to laugh

Despite his love for money, I knew Austin had his reasons

There was line through Chicago, and you only realized it when you crossed over to the side where skyscrapers were replaced with condes, the s boarded up and the walls covered in graffiti Wohters or worse, in the garbage, stood blatantly on one corner Teenagers huddled together on another like no one could see the packets being exchanged

“Welcome home,” Austin said

“Let’s get this over with,” Ioff n read ‘Breakers,’ the ‘e’ and ‘s’ no longer lit It used be the home of the Bone Breakers motorcycle club, but after a series of hard tirown men came to drink and piss aas left of their lives It was already 8 pe of twenty-five would be here

A faarettes, sweat, and cheap perfu in the air when I stepped into the bar The televisions replayed old Cubs ga the you had to make it out, or you ended up like these sorry bastards

“What the fuck, man?” the waitress snapped at me when I took the pitcher of beer out of her hands before she could make it to the table

Holding it out in front of round And if it wasn’t so goddahed at how quickly their heads turned back to me

“I’ for Frank,” I said out loud

“Good for fucking you! Ain’t no reason—”