"Sir, I did explicitly mention that I was noting the competence of the help you keep, sir. Your own indiscretions are being ignored for this part of the conversation." There was no sense of nervousness coming from the other side of the call. I hoped that it was the calm before the storm where Luke Darcy would lose his composure. "The person that seems to be carrying out these plans of yours is Nolan, and to be quite honest, we want our hands on him. He has made our lives difficult as is." I felt like snickering as I said the words. What an immature brat, I was acting like.
"And you think I will agree to this preposterous demand because..." he trailed off, the statement packed with a challenge and a mocking question.
"All is fair in a little competitiveness in mobs, sir; airing people's dirty laundry is never out of limits." The chill in my voice sounded uncannily like the times I had heard Anthony speak. Luke voiced the very same thoughts that passed my head.
