lost I was in the idea of that money in my hands.
“Gigi . . . there should be about five hundred thousand in those stacks there,” Sidney said, interrupting my daze. I blinked at the sound of his voice. The amount of money in my hand didn’t help keep my nerves at bay either.
“You sure? There seems to be less,” I lied as I rushed around the closet secreting a few stacks of cash inside three of my handbags. It was foul, I know, but so was all the other shit I’ve had to do over the years to survive. I figured that the cash, along with the few remaining diamonds, should secure my escape after all of this shit with Warren blew over. I wasn’t stupid enough to think that after this shit I could just continue to live my life as Mrs. Sidney Costner, happy wife. Plus, my mother was a wreck these days. Especially after she found out that I had also been assaulted. She was swearing to God that someone was going to kill us. I had told her to go stay with her best friend from church way out in the country, so I wasn’t worried about her at that minute, but I knew I would have to make a plan for her as well.
Things had gone from real good to real bad within a matter of days. I started realizing that Warren had always been right at the helm of everything that had ever gone bad in my life. When I walked out of college, it was because of Warren. The first time I got pregnant and had an abortion, it was by Warren. The first time I stayed out overnight without calling my mother, it was with Warren. And the biggest failure was getting arrested by the fucking feds because of some shit Warren had told me to do. Now, I was perpetrating the worst form of betrayal you could ever think of and why . . . because of Warren. Warren was a fucking bad omen in my life. Even now that there was a very strong possibility he was going to get his money for the diamonds back and then some, I still had a feeling that Warren was going to try some funny business even after he got his fucking money to pay the Africans. He seemed to have to cover for his actions, so him killing me and my mother wasn’t that far from my thoughts.
“Gigi, look again. I can’t remember taking anything out of there. I always kept the same amount in there just in case I ever need it for the business and can’t get to the bank,” Sidney said. I let out a long, exasperated breath.
“I don’t have time to count all of this money. I’m just saying it doesn’t seem like the amount you said,” I replied, annoyed.
“Okay, whatever it is . . . just put it in a bag and meet me at the dealership. Tell Ricco to bring you. They want the money by midnight or else they’ll do something bad to Arianna. I have to call my accountant and try to get my hands on some more money or else my baby girl will be dead by morning,” Sidney said nervously.
“Okay, I’ll be right there,” I said. I grabbed one of his big travel duffel bags and stacked the money inside. There was something overwhelmingly powerful about picking up a duffel bag filled with stacks of cash. So much so that I felt dizzy at first. God knows I wanted to take the fucking money, go get my mother, and get the fuck out of dodge. I could just leave and let Sidney and Warren hash out their problems. If Warren murdered Arianna as a result, oh well, I never liked her anyway. I could take the money and do better than I did with the proceeds of the diamonds. Yeah, that’s what I’d do . . . take that fucking money and disappear, but this time to some place in another country. Fuck it!
All of that was on my mind and I was really close to going through with it, but I thought better of it. Being the most wanted woman in America wasn’t on my list of life accomplishments. I guess I also had a little more heart than to just completely fuck Sidney over after all he’d done for me. Besides, I didn’t want to be on the run the rest of my life. Those years I spent watching my back all of the time after I ran from DC was
“Gigi . . . there should be about five hundred thousand in those stacks there,” Sidney said, interrupting my daze. I blinked at the sound of his voice. The amount of money in my hand didn’t help keep my nerves at bay either.
“You sure? There seems to be less,” I lied as I rushed around the closet secreting a few stacks of cash inside three of my handbags. It was foul, I know, but so was all the other shit I’ve had to do over the years to survive. I figured that the cash, along with the few remaining diamonds, should secure my escape after all of this shit with Warren blew over. I wasn’t stupid enough to think that after this shit I could just continue to live my life as Mrs. Sidney Costner, happy wife. Plus, my mother was a wreck these days. Especially after she found out that I had also been assaulted. She was swearing to God that someone was going to kill us. I had told her to go stay with her best friend from church way out in the country, so I wasn’t worried about her at that minute, but I knew I would have to make a plan for her as well.
Things had gone from real good to real bad within a matter of days. I started realizing that Warren had always been right at the helm of everything that had ever gone bad in my life. When I walked out of college, it was because of Warren. The first time I got pregnant and had an abortion, it was by Warren. The first time I stayed out overnight without calling my mother, it was with Warren. And the biggest failure was getting arrested by the fucking feds because of some shit Warren had told me to do. Now, I was perpetrating the worst form of betrayal you could ever think of and why . . . because of Warren. Warren was a fucking bad omen in my life. Even now that there was a very strong possibility he was going to get his money for the diamonds back and then some, I still had a feeling that Warren was going to try some funny business even after he got his fucking money to pay the Africans. He seemed to have to cover for his actions, so him killing me and my mother wasn’t that far from my thoughts.
“Gigi, look again. I can’t remember taking anything out of there. I always kept the same amount in there just in case I ever need it for the business and can’t get to the bank,” Sidney said. I let out a long, exasperated breath.
“I don’t have time to count all of this money. I’m just saying it doesn’t seem like the amount you said,” I replied, annoyed.
“Okay, whatever it is . . . just put it in a bag and meet me at the dealership. Tell Ricco to bring you. They want the money by midnight or else they’ll do something bad to Arianna. I have to call my accountant and try to get my hands on some more money or else my baby girl will be dead by morning,” Sidney said nervously.
“Okay, I’ll be right there,” I said. I grabbed one of his big travel duffel bags and stacked the money inside. There was something overwhelmingly powerful about picking up a duffel bag filled with stacks of cash. So much so that I felt dizzy at first. God knows I wanted to take the fucking money, go get my mother, and get the fuck out of dodge. I could just leave and let Sidney and Warren hash out their problems. If Warren murdered Arianna as a result, oh well, I never liked her anyway. I could take the money and do better than I did with the proceeds of the diamonds. Yeah, that’s what I’d do . . . take that fucking money and disappear, but this time to some place in another country. Fuck it!
All of that was on my mind and I was really close to going through with it, but I thought better of it. Being the most wanted woman in America wasn’t on my list of life accomplishments. I guess I also had a little more heart than to just completely fuck Sidney over after all he’d done for me. Besides, I didn’t want to be on the run the rest of my life. Those years I spent watching my back all of the time after I ran from DC was
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