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members. Still mourning his father, Ramsey hadn’t felt like being a part of any festivities and was usually off on his own. He’d found a secluded pond at the far edge of the estate, just before the high stone walls, and was usually there.
    “You must be Kang Jae Ramsey Stone,” a tall man with long black hair and an easy smile had told him in slow Korean. “What a mouthful.” 
    After he replied in the affirmative, he’d introduced himself as “Uncle Pat” and had taken a seat on the stone bench beside him. He’d asked him questions about his life in Egypt, how he liked South Korea, and finally, before he left, “What’s your favorite snack?”
    At the time, Ramsey had loved sweets. He enjoyed toffees, liquorices, gummies, anything with a high sugar content. He’d told him so.
    “Stop eating them.”
    Confused, he’d asked why.
    With an easy smile, Pat had stood, looked down at him and said, “Because you can’t be poisoned unless a person knows what you love to eat.”
    Ramsey hadn’t understood then, but he’d given up sweets. His mother had told them they were bad for his teeth anyway. A month later, one of the young servants died after Ramsey gave him a few toffees an uncle had passed to him. It was the first attempt on his life, and without Pat’s words, Ramsey doubted he’d be alive today. Instead, that uncle was dead, and he was The Dragon.
    “What do they have on you?” Ramsey finally asked.
    “I’ve never been a perfect man, just a man…” Pat began, trailing off to take another drag. As he released it, he muttered, “Whores.”
    Ramsey lifted a brow. “Whores?”
    Pat nodded. “I dabble in…whores.”
    “That’s what the FBI has on you?” Ramsey didn’t believe him. Pat had had his fair share of women, before and after he’d married, but he’d never struck Ramsey as the type to pay for it. “You fuck whores?”
    “I never said I fuck them. I said I dabble .”
    “I see.” And he did. Pat wasn’t the john, he was the pimp. That made sense since Pat was always looking for ways to make more money, despite having more money than he could possibly spend in this lifetime. “How long?”
    “About five years.”
    “Not only are you talking to feds, you’re disobeying my order to avoid illegitimate businesses.” As the head of the family, Ramsey had given a directive years ago that they were only allowed to pursue new legitimate ventures. He’d cleaned up most of his grandfather’s businesses, and had only retained those that were either necessary or could still be presented as legitimate. And now, Pat was telling him that he’d opened a prostitution ring right under Ramsey’s nose.
    “The girls are all over 18 and clean.”
    “You’re operating a prostitution ring in New York!” Ramsey snapped. “It’s illegal!”
    Pat didn’t respond.
    “Is that all? The whores?”
    He nodded once. “A few months ago, the feds shut it down and trumped up the charges since I have prior convictions. They’re threatening to send me away for 20 years.”
    Ramsey tapped the cigar on the balcony ledge before taking a drag. For a man in his fifties, that was a life-sentence. “So you’re squealing for immunity?”
    “I never said I’d squeal on you,” Pat defended. “I said I’d give them information…”
    “On what?” Ramsey drawled. “Our legitimate ventures?”  A thought occurred to him that made his jaw clench. “Have you been filtering the money from your prostitutes through any of my businesses?”
    Like most of his family members, Pat sat on the board for The Osiris and had shares in other ventures Ramsey had undertaken.
    “No…I had another cover.”
    “What?”
    “A pet store. The feds shut that down too.”
    “What have you told them so far?”
    “Nothing.”
    “Pat,” Ramsey began in a low tone. “I’ve had a long and trying day. I buried my niece, I interviewed the man who hit her, and now I’m talking to you about your breach of code. I’m not at