34, The accountant

When Bane walked into his office, followed by Jax, he walked over to the bar and poured two whiskeys. He took the ice filled handkerchief and put it in a glass so it wouldn’t drip and left it at the bar.

“You will get in trouble if Emma finds out you took it off,” Jax smiled as he accepted a glass.

“Just shut up. Did you get an update on the man?” Bane asked.

“Bert O’Riley, a nobody if you don’t take into account that his grandfather runs the second largest factory in the city.”

“Legit?”

“Yes, squeaky clean, from what I can tell,” Jax told him.

“If he would to disappear?”

“He is the sole heir to it all. His father was a deadbeat, good for nothing, and old man O’Riley disowned him when Bert was two. Burt seems to follow in his father’s footsteps, but as he is the only male relative, the old man keeps him around,” Jax told Bane.

“Fuck. It may be worth it,” Bane said.

“You rearranged his face and intestines. Why not call it a day?”

“He lay his hand on something that belongs to me,” Ba