RIVAL’S POV
The debt run that morning was clean. Too clean.
The guy opened his door, pale as paper, already holding the cash. Didn’t even make me kick a chair or break a bone. Just shoved the roll into my hand like he couldn’t wait to be rid of me.
I almost respected it, Almost cause he didn't waste our time...but I just can't leave without kicking some chin...and yeah.
Still kicked him in the shin hard enough to drop him before leaving.
Thomas winced. “Was that necessary?”
I smirked, pocketing the bills. “Always.”
He sighed, like he was tired of me even though he still trailed after me like a shadow. That’s the thing about Thomas: he hated what I was, but he hated the idea of me gone even more.
Back at Vega’s desk, I tossed the roll down. The bastard didn’t even look at me—just sc
