“Who said that?”
“Heard Miko say it to his brother.”
“So, is that what this is? Trying to prove that you can be an earner?”
“Maybe.”
“You wanna be Made one day?”
“We’ll see.”
He was playing it down. He absolutely planned to work his way toward that. I guess I could only be happy that his hustle was technically legal.
“What? You gonna forbid me?”
“From joining the Family? That’s your business.”
“What about this?” He waved to the coffee.
“Alright. I’m gonna let this pass. But there are going to be some rules in place.”
“What else is new?”
“Hey, I’ve been pretty fucking lax, kid. Work with me here.”
“Fine. What rules?”
“All that money doesn’t get blown. Start saving some of it.”
“Don’t got a bank account.”
“We can handle that.”
“Fine. How much?”
“Two thirds goes into savings. Still leaves you with more than enough money for a kid your age.”
“Fine. Except on occasion.”
“What occasion?”
“Concert tickets and Broadway shows. They’re a business expense.”
Christ.
Seventeen and talking about business expenses.
“Alright. That’s fine by me.”
“Anything else?”
“You need your location tag on. If you’re traipsing all over the city, I need to be able to find you.”
“Okay.”
“Curfew stands. Except they can push later on Fridays and Saturdays if you have events to… work at.”
“That’s fair.”
