EDGE (H.S.)

15

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It's gettin' under my skin, baby
I wouldn't wonder why

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CHAPTER 15

Harry's Pov.

"What about Vegas? It's the perfect fookin time for it." Tyson said as we sat in my living room.

I only hold my events in New York at my bar in Staten Island twice a month. However, that's far from all I do.

The Hamptons horse race is coming up in a couple of weeks and i'll have to go. Especially since Vincent decided to push himself back into the gambling world unexpectedly. Not only did he do that, he entered as a jockey for the race. So you can imagine how most people involved in this side of things are betting on his horse. He's a sure win. He's completely rigging the race. But because he's looked at as a new jockey to everyone on the outside, no one is going to bet on his horse.

He decided to come to me to get the word out to people within this side of things. Everyone at the business party I went to on Monday with Ren kept bringing it up, not knowing that I already knew. So therefore, i'm getting a profit from it.

Right now however, i'm trying to figure out the betting for the upcoming street races in Vegas. They're in about 6 weeks. Grimaldi is apparently entering his new guy, the one who he randomly told me about without any warning. The one who seemed to place all of the fucking bets at the event that night. Somehow a guy who's really good at poker is also a racer. How fucking convenient.

Although the horse races are usually rigged, the street races are not supposed to be. It's always a complete gamble. I always have a friend of mine from England to fly in for them on my behalf. Being in this business, people trust you to make them money. The more people they bet on my racer and win, the more money I get. And the more those people tend to trust you for a quick win.

Tyson thinks I should enter someone new for my races considering Louis can't fly in from England this year like usual. Apparently he agreed to some races in Madrid.

"It's too much of a risk to get anyone new that I don't know. Especially for the Vegas races." "Trust me mate, the dude is fookin stellar. Look, we'll fly out to watch him before. Just to prove it to you. It's him or no one." "Fine. Fuck it. I'll watch him. What's his name?" "Liam. He actually knows Louis. So ask Louis about him if you want." "Alright. Find a time for us to fly to wherever he's at to watch him."

My phone rang, snapping me out of my thoughts.

The one name I did not expect to see popped up.

'Renny'

"Hold on, I have to take this."

I haven't spoke to her since she stormed out of the bar and got into the car with Grimaldi. I have pretty much avoided the bar since then. To be honest, I felt slightly bad. I was harsh. Maybe too harsh. I could tell by the look on her face that I had taken it too far.

I got up and walked out onto my balcony before answering.

"Renny?" "Hey, uhm, are you in the city?" She asked and I immediately heard cars honking behind her along with just noisey street sounds. "Yeah, I am. Where are you?" "Well, i'm also here but uhm...well, I got an Uber to take me home but he sketched me out. He kept looking at me weird and asking strange question. So anyways, do you happen to still have whatever number that you left on the table for me that morning? The one you told me to use for a car home?"