“And I’m still giving everything to the Bianci,” Kent sighs, completely unaware of how jealous I am at the mere mention of his wife. “Twenty years – twenty years of building everything. And I swear to god – I’m almost out. I’ve almost paid my tab, I can feel it. Just…a little bit more, and then I’ll be free.”
“So, this is the end of it?” I ask after a moment. “The guns? Are the end?”
“I don’t know,” he murmurs. “It’s not like there’s a literal tab, Fay. It ends when I can…substantially make the case for breaking off the ties. That it will be more profitable for both of us if I stop meddling with crime and actually go legit. And I’ve been building that case for a long time – I have a lot of investments in tech and real estate, it should all work out. But,” he pauses, turning to me, “th
