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I shrugged. “Sometimes, I improvise. You know, like jazz.”
“You’re a lunatic.”
“I’m sick of these jobs. Throw a challenge my way, like an ex–Navy Seal.”
He scoffed. “Oh yeah, because that’s all we need. A dead war hero.”
“Just give me more difficult targets.”
My brother waved me off. “You can’t even handle a drug addict with a fork.”
“He’s dead, isn’t he?”
“I can’t find impressive people for you to kill because you’re bored.”
His assistant coughed. “You need antibiotics.”
I grimaced. “Really? Can’t you put on some cream?”
“Nope. It’s infected. You waited too long.”
I hate pills. “What if I leave it alone?”
“Maybe your body will fight it off, or you could wake up in a hospital and lose more than you bargained for,” she said coolly, grabbing a bottle of clear liquid. “I won’t cry at your funeral.”
Such a sweet woman. “Give me the pills.”
She snorted. “What do I look like, a pharmacy? Go to urgent care.”
I slapped the armrest. “And what am I supposed to tell the doc? That I tripped and fell on my silverware? You think they’ll buy that?”
“Make something up,” she hissed. “There’s nothing more I can do.”
I groaned. It was childish, but I couldn’t stand going to the doctor. The sick people, the coughing, the waiting. I hated it. Ever since I was a little kid. I grunted as she applied antiseptic.
Santino crossed his arms, glowering at me. “This is what happens when you try to get creative.”
“I fucking know, alright?”
“Don’t use that tone with me.” He raised a finger and waved it in my face. “If you knew, you wouldn’t have screwed this up.”
“I didn’t mess up anything.”
“Somebody could’ve heard the struggle and called the police. You’re lucky they didn’t. This was sloppy.”
“I’m bored,” I snarled, making the girl jump back. “I’m a professional, not a hired thug. You send me one more hit involving a drug addict, and I swear to God, I’ll kill you, too.”
“Oh, so now you’re above the dirty work?”
“Yeah, I am.”
He threw up his hands. “Your generation is so entitled.”
“We’re in the same generation, asshole. You’re two years older.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, sometimes it feels like I’m ten years older.”
“Taking out the trash is beneath me. I want to move up in my career.”
