“You’re important.” He said.
“No.” I said.
“You are.” He said.
I stared at him as Razor crushed his cigarette into an ashtray. Then leaned forward slightly.
“Do you know who I was before the Black Reapers?” He asked.
My stomach tightened because suddenly this conversation felt dangerous in a different way. And I slowly shook my head.
“No.” I said as his eyes locked onto mine.
“I worked for your father.” He said.
The room went completely silence and for a second I honestly wondered if I misheard him. Then reality crashed back.
“No.” I said and Razor smiled.
“Yes.” He said.
My pulse started climbing and because somehow I knew he wasn’t lying.
“You’re full of shit.” I said.
“I moved weapons through Calloway ports.” He said and every word felt like a punch.
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