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My lips twist in distaste. “How the fuck am I supposed to know?” Hundreds finished, I tuck the tidy piles into the metal box on the table and drag the fifty-dollar bills toward me, beginning the same task again.
“I don’t know, ask her?”
“Who said she was in New York?”
His chin hits his neck, and I wish all the women drooling over him in this club would take a look at his two chins to kill their little obsession.
“She hasn’t been here?At all?”
I shrug, counting. “Not that I know of.” I band five hundred dollars.
“But you haven’t been to Chicago once in three weeks.”
“What’s your point?”
He pushes the fifty dollar bills out of my hand, and my nostrils flare in anger.
“You’re married, dickface. Why are you avoiding your wife?”
I grab the money again. “Because I never wanted to be fucking married. Make yourself useful and count some fucking money if you’re going to sit here.”
His stare penetrates my skull. “Eighty-six. Twenty-one. Seventy-two. Three. Nine. Fourteen. Twelve. Ten. One hundred and five. Thirty-five. Five.”
My fist clenches, and he smirks.
“You should really ask your wife to suck your dick next time you see her. You’re so wound up and need a release.” His shit-eating grin spreads across his face.
“I could release a bullet into your ball sack.”
“Always thinking about my dick.” He grabs the batch of fifties I just banded and stands. “It’s something we have in common. I, too, am always thinking about my dick. Now, excuse me while I go and tuck these dead presidents into some skimpy waistbands and gift one or more of these women the ride of their life.”
“I hope you catch herpes.”
He pouts. “Don’t be jealous. I’m sureSiawould shake that thick ass for you if you asked nicely.”
“Don’t—”
“Don’t talk about my wife like that,” he grumbles, hands on his hips. “Before you go making threats like that to defend her honor,testa di cazzo,try acting like her fucking husband.”
With that, he’s gone. I throw the cash I was counting against the table and scratch my fingers roughly over my shorn head.
My phone vibrates against the wooden table, and I retrieve it with a sigh.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Red or Gold
Mr. Greco
Red Treasure has invited you to a single hunt.
Your subject has chosen to wear gold.
The hunt is set to begin at 10 p.m.
Please respond if you wish to accept the invitation.
