#Chapter 145 – Profit from Pain

My mouth drops a little at the blunt way that Kent basically admits that…that he kills people. Maybe every day. For money. I think back, suddenly, to the day after I met Kent – when I sat on my couch with my little laptop perched on my knees, googling him, seeing all of the legitimate businesses he had started and invested in… And as I stare at him I realize that… I mean, I know that Kent is the Mafia King, I know that that’s his reputation. But honestly…I’ve never really seen any of it except that one time I saw him punch a man in the basement. But I have no idea what that was about – and I have no idea what he really does all day. And I think…well, I think I didn’t ask a lot of questions because I don’t want to know. But also, when I imagined the work Kent was doing, it was more…legitimate work than the shooting and stabbing and murder that you see in Mafia movies. And maybe…maybe that’s all he wanted me to see. I stare at him, starting to piece it together – that Kent,