I’m literally f*****g shaking right now. What the hell am I supposed to say to him? How the f**k do I get out of this? His eyes flick from the paper to my face, and he’s just standing there, silent, waiting for me to say something.
“It’s nothing... I picked it up off the ground,” I say, trying like hell to keep my voice steady.
“Let me see it,” he says, and his voice is so damn calm, it makes it even worse.
Fuck. f**k. Fuuuck.
I swallow hard and slowly start to lift the paper up, knowing I’m so screwed either way…
“Boss, we’ve sent them a message,” Marco suddenly shows up outta nowhere, panting like he’s just run a marathon.
“How many heads?” Dante asks, his eyes shifting off me and over to Marco.
I don’t even wait. I let out the smallest sigh of relief and sneak the paper back into
