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CHAPTER ONE

Walker

I don’t do es

Getting one iest weakness In my world, weakness is the kiss of death

I’ve been the head of the McManus family for five years, ever since my hardnosed bastard of a father dropped dead on the tennis court of his estate, probably to avoid losing the match He hated second place I don’t reroomed to step into his shoes and run the Boston underworld in which I was brought up There wasn’t a hiccup when I took over, tightening up the operation and bringing the family into the twenty-first century

I’ood man

I’ve killed I’ve intial, iot no intention of going legit any tieons I see waiting at bus stops when I pass by inthanks

Those are the kind of es Their positions at their jobs aren’t contingent on their strength Their resilience Their immortality

Mine is

Rich,favor surprising e onto lie down and let soer rub oil that sot another think co

Unfortunately, Richie’s mind doesn’t work as quickly as everyone else’s and I don’t hurt his feelings, if I can help it Ihis ass kicked on the kickball field by a bunch of fourth graders Growing up in Southie, I’d learned to mind my own business before I could walk, but I didn’t like the way the older boys had singled out learning disabled Richie Didn’t seem fair

So I sent the their bloody noses