Chapter 85

After the 30 lashes with the steel ruler, Levi looked completely drained. His face turned pale, and sweat poured down his forehead. He lay on the long bench, gasping and panting. Most of the men around us simply laughed at him before going back to their game of poker. Fabian stood up and walked over to Levi. He then lit a cigarette and placed it between his lips. "You worthless punk. How much trouble do you have to cause me every single day? This morning, I sent Cayden 20 thousand dollars. That money's coming out of your pool hall's revenue," Fabian said. Levi, who had been pretending to play dead on the bench, shot upright. Blood still dripped from his torn-up backside, but it was nothing compared to the pain of having lost money. He argued angrily, "Why the hell would you give money to Cayden? That bastard's an animal! You don't even know the whole story. "You know Stonebrook, right? Tommy picked a spot there to build a tomb for his dead father. Under Cayden's instigation, he