“I killed his brother for you. And then I killed Martin because he’d have come to the Coast to kill me.” He fills up his glass with more vodka, pausing thoughtfully before taking a sip. “Actually, yeah. I killed him for you too.” “Why?” “Didn’t like the idea of another man putting his hands around your throat,” he says dryly. I grit my teeth, digging my nails into my palms. “I set fire to his casino.” “Semantics.”
