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She put a lot more wiggle in her ass than was necessary as she led me out to the car. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was wasting her time, neither was I interested in making her feel good about herself.
I didn’t see or feel any danger so I’m guessing the shit was supposed to go down at the next destination. I wondered on the way there how he was gonna play it. Would he come at me head on? Nah, if he had the balls he would’ve met me at the airport himself.
No he’d loosened me up with the pussy, next was probably some good Kush, most likely laced with some shit that it didn’t need but was guaranteed to fuck me up.
Let me see, after I’m nice and fucked he’d make his play. He’s probably gonna have a couple of his goons there to make himself look good.
Mind you, I’m the victim here; I’m the one who’s been wronged. But none of that will matter as he justifies taking my life because he stole from me and couldn’t repay.
The dumb fuck won’t stop to ask himself why the fuck I would come all the way here alone. Why I hadn’t brought not even one of my boys with me.
Hmm, either he thought I was real fucking stupid to believe his bullshit lies, or he was as fucking stupid as I had come to believe. I’m inclined to think it’s the latter.
“So, how long are you planning to stay?” She lit a cigarette with a trembling hand as she looked around at anything but me. I guess it was hard to look at someone you were taking to their death.
I wonder how many men had had to suffer her washed up cunt before their demise, what a fucking insult. The least the fuck could do is find some better strange, the fuck, that’s cold.
“Don’t talk.” The tone was stone cold, the face like marble. It was her first glimpse at the real me. Good let her get nervous, let her start to worry.
We pulled into a nice looking middle class community. I could tell the neighbors must hate this guy. Muscle cars parked up and down the street with muscle bound derelicts hanging out on the lawn while the houses on both sides of him looked like cookie cutter paradise.
There was the prerequisite pit bull and men in roped chains with their hats on backwards and their pants hanging off their ass. What a fucking stereotype.
When I get home I’m putting my foot in my second in command’s ass. This asshole was his girl’s cousin’s cousin or some fuck and we were doing him a solid. That’s what happens when you mix business with friendship, somebody always gets stupid.
Chapter 2
GAGE
I stood for the pat down and accepted the ‘you know I have to take this brother’ from the ex-con at the door. I took in the room in one fell swoop. Two inside one on the door and the big man himself.
He came towards me with his hand outstretched; I saw a knife in the other, though metaphorically speaking. “My man you made it, I hope Juanita took good care of you.” Decision time, do I play the ignorant white boy new to the game, or do I show him my teeth straight out the gate?
“Hey Carlos, yeah, everything’s good.” I accepted the hand and kept mine loose and soft. Of course he came hard and tried to break my fucking arm with his shit. What a fucking joke.
I used my senses to keep track of the one behind me standing guard. Juanita had moved over to the goodies table to do a line. I knew she was a junkie bitch, shit I shoulda doubled up, but I needed to play the game.
Fucking her was like someone on a diet eating wasted calories, your one cheat day and instead of the chocolate cake you went for the stale ass Danish.
The two inside were keeping their eye out the window as Carlos the asshole tried to distract me with small talk. “So, my cousin tells me that you’re the man, the one I should talk to. I didn’t know my friend, I thought I was dealing with the man in charge.”
He gave me what I guess he thought was a conciliatory grin. I stayed in character even though I wanted to smash his face in for
She put a lot more wiggle in her ass than was necessary as she led me out to the car. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was wasting her time, neither was I interested in making her feel good about herself.
I didn’t see or feel any danger so I’m guessing the shit was supposed to go down at the next destination. I wondered on the way there how he was gonna play it. Would he come at me head on? Nah, if he had the balls he would’ve met me at the airport himself.
No he’d loosened me up with the pussy, next was probably some good Kush, most likely laced with some shit that it didn’t need but was guaranteed to fuck me up.
Let me see, after I’m nice and fucked he’d make his play. He’s probably gonna have a couple of his goons there to make himself look good.
Mind you, I’m the victim here; I’m the one who’s been wronged. But none of that will matter as he justifies taking my life because he stole from me and couldn’t repay.
The dumb fuck won’t stop to ask himself why the fuck I would come all the way here alone. Why I hadn’t brought not even one of my boys with me.
Hmm, either he thought I was real fucking stupid to believe his bullshit lies, or he was as fucking stupid as I had come to believe. I’m inclined to think it’s the latter.
“So, how long are you planning to stay?” She lit a cigarette with a trembling hand as she looked around at anything but me. I guess it was hard to look at someone you were taking to their death.
I wonder how many men had had to suffer her washed up cunt before their demise, what a fucking insult. The least the fuck could do is find some better strange, the fuck, that’s cold.
“Don’t talk.” The tone was stone cold, the face like marble. It was her first glimpse at the real me. Good let her get nervous, let her start to worry.
We pulled into a nice looking middle class community. I could tell the neighbors must hate this guy. Muscle cars parked up and down the street with muscle bound derelicts hanging out on the lawn while the houses on both sides of him looked like cookie cutter paradise.
There was the prerequisite pit bull and men in roped chains with their hats on backwards and their pants hanging off their ass. What a fucking stereotype.
When I get home I’m putting my foot in my second in command’s ass. This asshole was his girl’s cousin’s cousin or some fuck and we were doing him a solid. That’s what happens when you mix business with friendship, somebody always gets stupid.
Chapter 2
GAGE
I stood for the pat down and accepted the ‘you know I have to take this brother’ from the ex-con at the door. I took in the room in one fell swoop. Two inside one on the door and the big man himself.
He came towards me with his hand outstretched; I saw a knife in the other, though metaphorically speaking. “My man you made it, I hope Juanita took good care of you.” Decision time, do I play the ignorant white boy new to the game, or do I show him my teeth straight out the gate?
“Hey Carlos, yeah, everything’s good.” I accepted the hand and kept mine loose and soft. Of course he came hard and tried to break my fucking arm with his shit. What a fucking joke.
I used my senses to keep track of the one behind me standing guard. Juanita had moved over to the goodies table to do a line. I knew she was a junkie bitch, shit I shoulda doubled up, but I needed to play the game.
Fucking her was like someone on a diet eating wasted calories, your one cheat day and instead of the chocolate cake you went for the stale ass Danish.
The two inside were keeping their eye out the window as Carlos the asshole tried to distract me with small talk. “So, my cousin tells me that you’re the man, the one I should talk to. I didn’t know my friend, I thought I was dealing with the man in charge.”
He gave me what I guess he thought was a conciliatory grin. I stayed in character even though I wanted to smash his face in for
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