"Are you sure that was a smart move?" Havel asked, catching up with Jozef. "It was satisfying to see that cockroach bleeding on the ground, but the Prime Minister has powerful allies. We don't want to go to war with him."
We aren't going to war, my friend, we're establishing battle lines. He knows that he can't get away with threats and intimidation. Now he'll try a softer approach. It will mean we can ask for more money.
Havel grinned, flashing his white teeth as they headed onto the club floor. "You know what you're doing."
I know what I'm doing, Jozef agreed. But if that i***t involves Shaun ever again, his boss will be fishing him out of the river.
"Agreed," Havel said grimly.
They were headed toward the back of the club when they were waylaid by an agitated waitress. Her name
