His hands rush to pick up thin dollar bills leaving small paper cuts on his fingers and I can feel the anxiety seeping off of his body. Sweat collecting into a small bead on his neck as he says something like, "You don't know who my boss is, bitch." I press the metal deeper into his scalp, saying I don't give a fuck about who his boss is and if any money is missing I'll take it in the form of bodies. I pull a long strand of brown hair out of my mouth as he tosses a bag into my hand. With a…
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