This wasn’t easy and I have zero intention of actually dealing coke. But holding the envelope still makes my stomach flip, mostly out of fear and adrenaline.
“That’s five grams in there,” he says. “There’s also a list of people who need deliveries tomorrow and their details. You run that clean, you come back for more and two grand.”
“Two grand?” I arch a brow. “I asked for twenty thousand.”
“You don’t expect the whole thing upfront, do you?” He picks up his stupid knife again. “I run a business. You do your job right, I loan you the rest.”
“Fine.” I slip the envelope into my purse. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”
With a smirk, I stretch out my hand and his gaze flicks between it and my face. “Nice doing business with you.”
He hesitates, his hand hovering over mine for a second longer than n
