"Don't cry," Reaper Yates teased with a grin. "That look on your face will make me think I'm the one you truly love… Otherwise, why wouldn't you have gotten a girlfriend after all these years?"
Sean Quinn shot him an exasperated look. "Get lost. I haven't been looking for a girlfriend because there's no woman worth my time. I'd rather focus my energy where it's needed… If we don't root out the people who killed Mr. Lockwood and the entire network behind them, the three Lockwood girls will never have a peaceful day… I'm helping you… You're a real piece of work, you know that?"
He pushed him away, sat back down, and poured himself a glass of red wine.
"Alright, alright," Reaper Yates said, raising his glass with a smile. "Thank you for helping me so tirelessly… My ride-or-die brother… Here, let me toast to you."
Sean Quinn raised his glass, clinked it against Reaper's, and took a sip.
