Chapter 9
“I’m telling you, man, microbreweries are hot s**t this year. All the major ones are f*****g terrified of their customers switching for unusual flavors, preferring to support local than big corporations. We’d make a killing if we just looked into investing in a couple.”
Mars shook his head as he swiveled in his seat. Council wasn’t technically in session, but when Justiss had read about an opportunity his financial advisor had just forwarded him via email, he’d approached the Prez with his idea.
“We don’t have the resources.”
“I’ll float the MC another loan.”
Kiko grunted. “You f*****g Rockefeller or something?”
“Close but no cigar. I have funds, brothers. Funds I couldn’t spend in a lifetime. What’s the f*****g point in having that money if I can’t make it work for my Clan
