Chapter 1887 Infuriating Demands

• Stellan kept shooting Maconne furtive signals—a subtle tilt of the chin, a tightening of his brow—pleading for patience.
• Maconne swallowed his rage and forced out, "How much?"
• Burton allowed himself a thin, almost sympathetic smile. "If tonight had matched your original description, Cyclone would have lost a man or two at most. Given what actually happened, we'll bleed heavily. Add fifty percent to the original fee."