My Driver Pretended to Be the Don,and His Girlfriend Humiliated Me

Every time my wheelman drove me through the district, he brought his girl along for the ride.

Since her stop was on the way, I never said a word about it.

Until one morning I opened the door of the armored car and found a note pressed to the leather of my seat in the back:

"Freeloaders not allowed in this car."

I peeled the note off and turned to the driver. "What is this?"

His girlfriend sat up front, twisting to glare at me with open contempt. "Can't you read? Every single day you mooch a ride off my man. Have you no shame? If you can't afford a cab, stay home.