EDGE (H.S.)

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My load is heavy
Let's keep it light

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CHAPTER 13

Renny's Pov.

I don't know why I expected someone with a Maserati, a Porsche, a Rolls Royce and i'm sure many other expensive cars to live in Staten Island. But I did. I thought Harry lived in Staten Island but i'm seeing now that he does not. Considering we're pulling into a private garage in New York City attached to his fucking penthouse.

"I have a question." I said, making conversation for the first time in a while. "Hm?" He had a stupid smirk on his face, loving my reaction that's probably very evident on my face at all of this.

"How does one casino make you enough money to have all of this?"

I must greatly underestimate his little illegal business. I don't understand where all of this money is coming from. Yes, I imagine he fucking racks in money from the casino. However, he has to pay everyone and he also has to put money into the bar, even though it's just a front. He has to keep it up. But I know exactly how much every single one of his cars cost. That shit is anything but cheap. Not to mention the designer shit he wears so low key.

I see him wearing Gucci shoes, his fucking YSL coats, the suits he wears on event nights always have that same little Gucci logo on the sleeve cuffs. He has so much money and I don't understand how. Something more has to be going on.

The same goes for Gerald considering i've also seen where he lives and the cars he drives. Harry is also keeping something big from me about Gerald. They've got a lot going on that I have no clue about and if it's one thing I hate, it's being kept in the dark.

"Let me ask you something, what do people do at casinos?" He retorted and I just rolled my eyes as he parked. "No, i'm serious." He said as I unbuckled. "Gamble Harry." "Exactly. Is casinos the only place you can gamble?" He asked as he was turned a bit more to face me now in his seat.

My eyes wandered over to the screen of his radio to see the time, wondering how much time we have before midnight.

11:34.

"I mean, no. There's different kinds of gambling I guess." I stated and he smirked with a brow lift before opening his door, as if I answered my own question.

Wait.

"C'mon Ren." He said before closing his door. I unbuckled quickly and got out.

"Wait, so you run even more kinds of...illegal gambling shit?" I don't know what the fuck to call it.

I walked beside him, him a bit ahead, leading me to the elevator in this garage.

"Enough questions Ren. I'm not answering anything else about that." He said as he pressed the button and the elevator immediately opened.

He walked in and leaned against the rail with a stupid smile on his face.

"You're such a dick." "Get in." "Fuck off."