"Edward is a good rider for Dublin trash." Jonathan mocked playfully as he leaned forward and pressed his forehead up against the horse. "And you're gonna be my winner. 1800 quid for you, right? We'll race you up and down the street until they pay me your worth." He could only make money so many ways so for him, it was horses. He sold as many as he could, as often as he could, but the special ones he kept for a bit longer than he had to.
"Is that how you make your money?" Sam had to wonder how they sustained themselves. Then again, they clearly had no electric going on and they didn't seem to want for much so maybe they didn't need that much in the end. He wondered a little if Edward made money only gambling or if he had other ways. Illegal ways. He seemed the type. Too smart for his own good.
"Yep. I will sell the lot and I might come back with 6000. I give 3000 back to the community, the rest is mine." And that went towards the house. "By the time Axel is 10, we'll have a house. You watch."
"Christ." 6000 wasn't bad at all. Sam looked at the horses and then turned to Barty. "They kind of freak me out." Horses were so intimidating.
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"Is that how you make your money?" Sam had to wonder how they sustained themselves. Then again, they clearly had no electric going on and they didn't seem to want for much so maybe they didn't need that much in the end. He wondered a little if Edward made money only gambling or if he had other ways. Illegal ways. He seemed the type. Too smart for his own good.
"Yep. I will sell the lot and I might come back with 6000. I give 3000 back to the community, the rest is mine." And that went towards the house. "By the time Axel is 10, we'll have a house. You watch."
"Christ." 6000 wasn't bad at all. Sam looked at the horses and then turned to Barty. "They kind of freak me out." Horses were so intimidating.