Deliverance reverted to my jurisdiction. After a lengthy discussion that transformed into a fight and ended in a long passionate night in my shower. I commanded the locale. Tom's previous table, the one that stayed vacant, that seemed to periodically swell with women was long abandoned. I'd chosen a larger table, farther from the bar, closer the stage. Out of Jared's view.
It was annoying, bordering on irritating that this was our spot - Deliverance. Jared's bar was the only one that welcomed high ranking drug lords through its doors. The deal? We couldn't sell here and we couldn't sample here.
In return, we were treated like any other customers. We could get drinks as long as we paid for them. No discrimination because of Tom's reputation.
Our reputation.
In the past weeks I'd made a
