Present day

Both parties met at a small goat pen by the side of the farm. The shed was reeking of animal dung and urine, a heap of hay laid on either sides of the pen, one stacked high and the other just a few layers low and about sixteen goats moved about eight no care in the world.

The Senator stood with only one of his men by his side, the other stood a shooting distance away, after searching and disarming the trio of what empty guns they carried. Sure that the trio were unarmed and harmless, the five men left and one stood beside Thomas, something he never allowed when he was meeting with Pete. Never. It had always been just the both of them talking in low tones.

Senator Thomas was dressed in a golf short, a polo shirt and a navy blue base ball cap that matched his stockings and encased in his boots clad feet. His stomach looked about to pop right out of his t-shirt or better stil

"It's our job Tommy, if you could just let is do the negotiations, we'll keep the boy and give you what you want, that's not your worry, we'll keep go our side of the deal, never mind the press and media, we've faced better opposition" Pete insisted.

"How? With what? You're out of cash, stack is frozen and with nothing, how do you run with no resources Jackie?"

Pete stood, dumbfounded as the man nodded with a sympathetic face.

"Exactly, you can't. That will be risk myself, yourself and the bab__"

"Cut the bullshit! You don't give a rat ass what happens to the baby or Brownson" Pete stated.

"Despite this minor political disagreement, we're friends and colleagues, Brownson's a good man" Tommy replied lowly.

"Right, and you sleep with his wife and now kidnap his only child, very poetic" Pete stated with a sarcastic laugh.

Tommy's expression gave him away at the very statement but wit

Flash back

The very first time Nick had met with Valeria and Pete, it was not under the best or under the fairest or prettiest of circumstances. It was a winter morning in Glasgow, the largest city in all of Scotland. The wind was a little high that morning and very few men and women littered the vacant street. The building that loomed ahead was a theatre house and at that hour, it was just getting ready for the event. While the inside boomed and was noisy with life and busy people of all ages and statures, some were hanging up the best of linens, others mopping floors and some making sure the decorations were top notch and as elegant and gorgeous as they were being paid to make it look.

For every ladder, there was a group of no less than six person gathered at the base with one up there, putting up the best of classy and beautiful decorations for the coming event that would be hosted 

Present day

Both parties met at a small goat pen by the side of the farm. The shed was reeking of animal dung and urine, a heap of hay laid on either sides of the pen, one stacked high and the other just a few layers low and about sixteen goats moved about eight no care in the world.

The Senator stood with only one of his men by his side, the other stood a shooting distance away, after searching and disarming the trio of what empty guns they carried. Sure that the trio were unarmed and harmless, the five men left and one stood beside Thomas, something he never allowed when he was meeting with Pete. Never. It had always been just the both of them talking in low tones.

Senator Thomas was dressed in a golf short, a polo shirt and a navy blue base ball cap that matched his stockings and encased in his boots clad feet. His stomach looked about to pop right out of his t-shirt or better still implode and leave his offals hanging inside in a weak sac, he looked bloated, like a python who ha

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