“Information?” he asks. “Is that it?”
I blink away the stars dancing across my eyes. He comes into focus again.
This was a mistake and I want to get the hell out of here.
“You were real curious about this kid you said is connected to Lucio Mazzeo.”
He’s piecing it together fast.
“So is that?” he presses, his eyes burning through my face. “You’re not here for me. You’re here forhim.”
“Shut the f**k up,” he snarls. “Don’t you dare say my goddamn name.”
His fist twitches as though he’s itching to hit me again. When I glance down, I see that he’s still hard.
“Who are you?” he demands. It comes out like a bark.
“Who are you?” he asks again. “And who do you work for?”
I feel my heart stumble.
I’m in over my head and we both know it.
“I don’t work for anyone. I—”
“Shut the f**k up
