SPADE
“I don’t give a flying f**k, Terzo!”
“Man, he’s just an insect, a fly for you to waste your energy on someone like that fucker. And once you ordered a hit on a human being, either he did something horrible or an innocent man, there’s blood on your hand, and you wouldn’t be the same man after that. You’re not a killer, Kolby.”
I didn’t give a damn about what he said. I wanted that piece of s**t gone. “Half a million, Terzo. Ask someone you trust who can finish the job off the books and make sure the money won’t be able to connect to me.”
He sighed, shaking his head. “No.”
I glared at him. “So you’re suddenly a reformed mafia when I need your help. Is that it?”
“You know you’re an asshole. Maybe I should tell your wife about it.”
“Don’t!” I warned him with my finger. “She can’t
