“I’ll have the money tomorrow, asshole,” I call through the window. “You can come back at three in the afternoon, no earlier. You’ll take your money and get the f**k out of here.”
“You think you can f*****g threaten me?” He pounds a fist against the door. “Your debt just went up twenty f*****g percent, you b***h. Have every dime in cash, or I take your dad with me when I leave.” He hawks up a loogie and spits it at the glass.
I blink, but I don’t flinch, so I take that as a win.
Aldo walks away, his body still curved in on itself despite his efforts to disguise his pain. Again, there’s no car in the driveway. He disappears behind the thick brush by the street, but I can still feel him all over me.
I shudder and hurry to the kitchen, where I set the gun on the counter and scrub my hands
