Chapitre 147: Chapter 147

I’d never lived a normal life. I never saw my family or even future in an episode of Full House. We weren’t even like One Last Step. By ten years old, Westley had me weighing dime bags after I finished my math homework. In my late teens I took over running the numbers. Westley worked to legitimize his businesses, but he always needed a place to launder money and a safe place for his clients to place bets.

I hit two keys on the laptop in Frankie’s office but couldn’t concentrate.

One thing people didn’t understand about gambling was you might have a winning day here and there, but the house always won. And if you broke the rules, you’d pay. I broke the rules. But it wasn’t about that right now. This was about Pelican Bay.