Thirteen
Blaine
“Seriously, what’s gotten into you?” Liam shoved a drink across the table to me as he sat down on the crimson leather sofa on my left side. He didn’t have to shout over the music, even though we were in Red, one of our more exclusive nightclubs. The VIP section wasn’t nearly as loud as the rest of the club, set up to allow for sensitive business deals to be made in the private booths.
“Who actually volunteers for a liquidation job?” Louis chimed in from my right. “Even Marcus’s never done that.”
I looked down at my b****y knuckles with disgust. We killed people fairly frequently, and I knew even the lighthearted twins had had to put a few arseholes down over the years. Men who stole from us, enemies who crossed the line, snitches… there was always a method to it, a nea
