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Vito

I WATCH AS THE AUTO shop owner counts the stacks of hundred-dollar bills He’s nervous I’m not like his typical customers, and my requests for the customizations on my new black Suburban were unique to say the least

“We square?” I gru texts and emails while he opens a safe behind his desk and stacks the money inside

“Y—yes,” he stutters, taking the last of the cash and securing it in the little black box, unaware that I could break his safe in less than thirty seconds if I wanted to

I paid nearly double the quote for the upgrades on et it done off the books and in less than a week

He did both, so I’m pleased, and I’ll send him more business from people like me who need services like his He may be nervous, but I have a sixth sense for people, and I’ he understands what loyalty means

He rustles through a stack of papers on his desk, pushing empty coffee cups, screwdrivers and other shit around that looks like it’s been sitting there for years Every few seconds he glances etic nod, but all I want is for him to calm the fuck down

I don’t think he knows exactly who I ae naht, but they would know my name My family has a history in Detroit, and I’ll adood

In fact, ood

But even without knowingBoth in looks and presence Add to that, the bulletproof glass, reinforced-steel roll cage and other custoot some idea I could be a problem for anyone I found didn’t serve me

“Here Your receipt” He raises the piece of paper from the desk with a shaky hand

I scowl “I don’t want a fucking receipt” My brows draw together “What part of ‘no records’ did you not understand?”

“I’ht youwe did I don’t kno this works” He rubs the center of his forehead with his other hand