Three days later and way too f*****g early for his liking, Trigger was staring at the five men from Boston, feeling way out of his comfort zone. They were wearing expensive suits, and smoking cigars, and downing caviar like it was f*****g Skittles. They’d booked the penthouse suite for three nights, and had scored big down at the casino already. They breathed money and power, and as Trigger sat there in his jeans and cut, he knew they thought of him as some two-bit thug with a bike.
Which is maybe all that I am, really. But so the f**k what?
“OK.” Rick Vallance blew out some cigar smoke, and finally gave Trigger his attention. “So our people have discovered some very interesting information about Gabriela Torres. I’m now authorized to share it with you.”
Trigger bit back a retort. How f
