Jett confirmed the money had been sent, and for a second Anton felt like his heart had stopped. Words wouldn't come out of his mouth; he had almost forgotten to breathe. The dockyard noise , the distant rev of engines, the scrape of boots, the low moans of the injured , all narrowed to the sound of blood rushing in his ears.
What was he to do now? Was there no one on his side? For everything he had done, would he now end up in jail? The Stern family had greater connections than he did; the Billion Bloodline group must have been backed by them somehow. Those thoughts crashed through Anton like cold water. He felt as if his life, the life he'd known, was ending.
"Well," Jett said, looking around the container yard as if he were assessing a ledger, "as I said, I was only in this to get paid at the beginning anyway, and the amount you offered is fair enough." He flicked his gaze casually across the beaten bodies. "Besides, you managed to give me some free entertainment as well."
