Chapter Nineteen
I want a do-over. I want to wake up next to Roxi at the beginning of this day and do things differently. I want to not argue with Roxi, and I want to not give Stockton top-shelf whiskey when he’s clearly upset about something.
But in spite of my bravado, Stockton’s accusations have rattled me. If Vince and Dmitri are dealing in humans, I f*****g want to know about it, because I will shut that s**t down. I will boot them from the club so fast they won’t realize their kidneys are up by their throats, thanks to the kick up the a*s I’ve given them.
There’s nothing to do but wait. I indulge in another half-tumbler of Pappy Van Winkle with Stockton. I typically refuse to drink at all on poker nights, but it’s been a rough day, and I’ve only had the equivalent of one glass ov
