Blood of Redemption Page #2

I want you to be low-key.

Respectful.

I want them to trust you.

- Okay?

- Yeah.

This is not London.

This is the States now.

Rules are different.

It wasn't my place

to advise the family.

My job was to make sure

they got from "A" to "B"

in one piece.

But letting a thug like Campbell

into the business

was too much of a risk.

And my job is all about risk

assessment.

A guy like Campbell was never

gonna be satisfied

chauffeuring us

around for very long.

Quinn must have known that.

The family's main source

of revenue was illegal gambling

and identity theft.

But Quinn had finally talked

his old man into branching out.

To the printing business.

If it all worked out, they were

gonna make millions.

It's hard just to walk

away from that.

Let's add Boris to the equation.

He's the one who set

up the delivery

at the warehouse.

Printing the money

is only half the job.

You need someone

to circulate the bills

into the open market.

Someone like Boris.

Someone like Boris.

This is the kind of meeting

where things can suddenly

take a turn for the worse.

Quinn.

It's good to see you again.

Always a pleasure, Boris.

How's your father?

He's retiring.

We lost our protection and...

he doesn't want

the family engaged

in illegal activity any longer.

What about you?

Excellent work.

What did I do to deserve

such a gift from Sergio?

Well, your operation

is light and efficient,

he trusts you.

So I'm the sacrificial lamb.

Oh, no.

You're the wolf, Boris.

Everyone knows that.

- How much?

- 30%.

You mean I take all the risks,

and you get 30%?

Naturally.

Tell your father I'm flattered.

But there is one element

he hasn't taken consideration.

What's that?

There is no one else in town

who can pull

off a scheme like this.

No one else he can fully trust.

I will accept at ten.

And to prove to him my honesty,

I will take my payment

once we reach agreement.

You see that?

- I love your style.

- So do I.

Oh, Quinn, one more thing.

Mr. Huang needs

another delivery.

Let's go, boys.

Can you spare some change, man?

Hey, man, can you

spare some change?

Something was wrong.

This was no bum,

he was too clean.

And he was not alone.

Thank you, bro.

These guys were professionals.

It takes one to know one.

Get in, go, go.

Are you okay?

Yeah, sure, if you

like concussions.

You don't think it was Boris?

Not a chance, he's not

smart enough.

Who, if not Boris?

Well, the list of enemies

is pretty long.

But no one would have

the guts to try that.

No one would dare.

- You want my opinion?

- No.

Yeah, sure.

- They'd rather frame Boris than hurt you.

- Why?

They want us to think Boris

is behind the attack.

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