Pay Them Off

Ben

One day, when I managed to handle this nasty business with the Mafia and my dad’s fuckup, I would go back to Mila and fix things.

I could only hope and pray that she would still be there when I managed to get back to her.

My phone rang while I was on the treadmill. I pressed the button to stop it and hopped onto the sides with wide legs. I was breathing hard, sweat pouring over my face and down my back, drenching my clothes.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“It’s David,” he said. “Can we meet? I have news.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Give me an hour.”

We arranged for David to come to my place, and I ended the call. I hopped off the treadmill. My legs were like jelly. I had been planning to run until failure, and I had come halfway when I’d been interrupted. I showered to get rid of all the sweat and changed into khaki pants and a Polo shirt. When David arrived, I buzzed him up and waited for him in the foyer which the elevator opened directly onto.

“Thank you for seeing me,” David said when he arrived. He