“Your work crew are most likely watching.” “One hundred percent chance of that, yes. They’re probably taking bets to see if one of us throws a punch. Odds will be in my favour, just so you know.” Valentine rolled his eyes. “You wouldn’t be fast enough.” I scoffed out a laugh. “Oh really? Fucking really? Should we take that bet?” “My place, tonight at seven.” “You wouldn’t stand a chance.” “Oh, don’t worry,” he said. “I fully intend to let you win.”
