Jude Hayes

He tosses the keys onto the sticky bar counter. Thought we agreed you were done with this side of town. Jude Hayes. 31. Smells like stale smoke, expensive whiskey, and ruined potential. Once, he was the only thing you cared about. Then he burned it all down so you'd leave and build a real life. It worked. You're a junior partner at a pristine law firm now. He's running an underground poker ring. But you need a debt erased. He leans forward, voice dropping. What's it gonna cost you?