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talking and just let me handle it.”

I sigh. Because you know what? Fine. I will let him handle it.

I don’t trust many people in this world. Hell, I don’t even really trust my own brothers. But I trust

Logan. He and I have shared too many seductive secrets. We know way too much about each other to

change sides now.

It feels good, actually. To let someone else be in charge for once.

I could get used to this.

CHAPTER EIGHT - MEGAN

The first thing I do after Johnny takes off is buy a pair of pink flip-flops with huge plastic flowers

popping up between my first and second toes from a street vendor. Probably not the best place to buy

footwear, and these things will probably fall apart by nightfall, but I’m barefoot, so not gonna be

picky. I will switch out later. I want to know more about Johnny Boston and I can’t afford to lose him

in the winding alleyways near the marketplace.

He takes his time. Strolling casually through the streets. Exuding confidence and self-assurance in a

way only men with power seem to be able to pull off.

What must it be like to be him? Bankers are no joke inside the Way. Every part of this planet has

been claimed, divided into sectors, and assigned to a banker by the Way. And each banker is in charge

of a whole lot of money. I don’t know the exact number of dollars (or euros, or pounds, or yen or

insert your favorite currency here) that are collected each month from the contributors, but obviously,

it’s a lot.

The one cool perk about being a banker—at least this is what I hear—is that all the money they

collect goes into accounts with their names on it. They are rich beyond anyone’s wildest imagination.

I also hear they can spend as much as they want, on anything they want, whenever they want.

Maybe that’s true, maybe it’s not. But the point is… billions of dollars find their way into Johnny

Boston’s accounts every month.

So he can afford that confidence. He can afford that self-assurance.

I have a certain measure of confidence and self-assurance too. Because I have a few things in my

back pocket. I could take them out and wave them around if the situation called for it.

But if I do that, then there’s no turning back. Shit gets real and I don’t want that to happen until I

have no other options.