Chapter 9

“Getting that kind of attention has its own problems,” he said instead. “I like my privacy.” That part was true. Hopefully, it would be enough to satisfy Vince.

“You remind me of some guys that I know. They come to Vegas and they get all dazzled by the bright lights. They want to gamble, and bet on the races. They want to drink the best booze and fuck the prettiest girls. But then they find out there’s a price for all that. They want to keep the party going without paying. You want to be successful but you don’t want to pay the price for success.”

Vince’s sure tone sent a flash of anger coursing through David’s veins. “Who said I want to be that successful? All I want to do is play. If that means playing dives and dealing with drunks who wouldn’t know their Dvorak from their dick, then so be it.”

“That’s not what you want. If it was, you wouldn’t mind going back to Chicago to play the same dives you were playing before the boss fell for your cousin.”