Chapter 59: Fourth Grade Martial Artist!

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and shook one loose. The lighter's flame flickered in the night, throwing his twisted face into sharp relief. "Damn it, what's taking this punk so long to finish eating?" "Boss, want me to go in and check?" "Check my ass!" Gerome took two fierce drags, then ground the butt out irritably under his heel, his gaze locked on the restaurant doors. "Why isn't Simon here yet?" The words had barely left his mouth when a black SUV roared up, tires screeching against the...