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“I know.”

Eazy was by his side.

“Did you hear?”

Eazy nodded. “This week. I agree.”

“Good. Okay, now I just need to figure out how the fuck to do it.”

Chapter Nine

Saturday night was morecrowded than Friday, and Liam hadn’t thought that was possible. He was pouring drinks so quickly; he wasn’t sure if he was putting in the right booze or not. No one complained that he knew of, so he wasn’t really worried about it.

He was too busy to be worried about anything. He’d worked a lot of jobs in his life, both legal and not, and he’d never worked so hard.

The clothes Abs had chosen for him were a hit too, and he was right, he wasn’t any more overheated than the night before, and no less either. He was glad the deodorant Eazy had purchased for him worked. He was sweating like a pig less than ten minutes into the shift.

Between the clothes and the others doing their routines, the night paid off well. His pockets were bulging with cash tips and that was a fraction of what he knew he’d get with the tips via credit and debit cards. The previous night, Murphy had tallied them, and they each made nearly five hundred dollars from those tips.

Over three grand alone, total, just in tips. Liam pondered that for a long time that afternoon, feeling his old thieving hands getting itchy.

Then he saw the bruiser that came for the receipts and quickly thought better of it. Murphy paid a company to securely take his money to the bank. Armed bruisers, at that.

That night, it looked like he’d also double the phone numbers he received too. Over and over, men would hand him their money for the drinks and in the mix of bills would be a card or messily scribbled phone number on a scrap of paper. There was one guy, however, that was more persistent than the others, and that didn’t bother Liam a bit.

He was fine as fuck and had a crooked smile that sucked him right in.

Short, messy, brunette hair on the darker side, mid-thirties, bright blue eyes that shone through the crowd whenever he set them on Liam.

His order was also one of the easier ones of the night. “Crown and Coke,” he’d yell every hour until the third time, when Liam pushed it across the bar to save the man’s vocal cords.

Flirting with him saw the night flying by.

As they sat around when the crowd had gone home, counting their tips and their phone numbers, Liam came across one that surprised him. None of the others at the table, which were only Abs, Goldie, and Haze, were looking at him, so he stuck the card in his pocket.

The card belonged to an FBI agent.

Once he was in his room after winning the number contest that night, he took it from his pocket and looked at it again. On the back, there was writing.

Give me a call. It’s in your best interest.

Before it’s too late.

What the fuck could that possibly mean? In his best interest?

He must have read it ten times, but it made no sense. Thinking of when he could have possibly gotten it, he couldn’t imagine which one of the thousand faces he’d see that night had slipped it to him. How they’d slipped it to him wasn’t a mystery, however. He got cards all night.

He tossed the card on his dresser and got dressed after he showered. Putting it out of his mind was easy enough for the time being. He was heading to buy some clothes. The only bad part was that Abs had insisted on going with him to “help.”

Waiting down in the pub, Abs waved at him happily, causing Goldie, who was there with Murphy, to question, “Where are you guys headed?”

“Shopping,” Abs told him with a grin.

“Oh, god,” Goldie groaned. “Cosmo is officially crazy.”

Murphy turned a little green when Goldie said that, but he quickly covered. “Shopping with Abs. Good luck, Cos.”

Cosmo watched him for another few seconds, but realized he might be seeing things that weren’t happening. He was still more than a little uneasy about being there.

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