I pull the money from my bag, leaving my right hand in my purse, gripping the gun. “Here’s your money,” I hiss, tossing the thick envelope at his feet. I’m not letting my manners put me within ten feet of him. Not again. Aldo’s eyes cut down to the money before flicking back up at me. He stares, the hint of a snarl rippling his lips. He’s trying to intimidate me, and it’s working, but I try not to show it. Eventually, he bends and retrieves the money. “It better all be here.” “It is. The ten plus twenty percent, like you said. Now, take it and leave.” His beady eyes narrow. “You got a real fuckin’ attitude problem. You know that?” I purse my lips as I remove my hand from my purse, clicking off the gun’s safety without taking my eyes from Aldo. A slow Cheshire grin spreads across his face a
