“You’re really the best mafia out there, Russo.” My employer, bald yet with a thick, hairy mustache that curled slightly at the ends, leaned back in his chair as he slid the envelope across the polished desk, which contained the remaining balance of our transaction. I picked it up without a word, flipped over the crisp bills, and counted. Twice. Things were getting expensive nowadays, and I couldn’t afford to lose even a penny.“If you have some free time, why don’t we grab a cup of tea first?” I raised an eyebrow, tilting my head slightly. “Transactions over. Conversation ends here.”Before he could open his mouth again, I slipped the envelope into my coat and turned on my heel. His voice followed me halfway to the door, but I didn’t listen. I don’t accept extra payments for drama.The night air was colder than it had been lately. The busy city streets are full of activity, vendors and mascots attracting potential customers, cars and taxis weaving through traffic, and the crowd s
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