Chapter 49 After The Fall

• While Mason's gone, Chicago's finest criminals sat like statues in their chairs, marinating in the stench of defeat and Cuban cigars gone cold.
• Tommy Chen's cigarette snapped between his fingers, tobacco spilling across imported crystal. "Some show today. Better than pay-per-view." He dabbed sweat from his neck. "Next time maybe we bring dancing bears too, make it complete entertainment."
• "¡Me cago en la leche!" Ramirez's fist found mahogany, making ice cubes dance in abandoned scotch. "This ain't over. We still got muscle, territory-"