Chapter 873 Once He Spoke, It Was Law

• “That clown I just tossed out? Have him roll back to wherever he came from and stay far away. Tell him to cool off somewhere else and stop messing with my peace!”
• Eric Goodwell waved, already annoyed. How would Don Godfrey and his two buddies dare argue? Truth is, they barely knew Theo Carney—just a few run-ins. If there was any bond, it was that they all stank the same way—booze, parties, indulgence, chasing thrills.
• Put simply, Don Godfrey’s trio and Theo Carney were only drinking buddies. Skin-deep. Nothing solid. And Theo, not knowing when to quit, picked the worst target—Eric Goodwell, a man who kills without blinking.