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Like old times.
We’d practically been raised by the streets.
Being part of the criminal world had started for the three of us before we’d even been out of elementary school, working as scouts for a local gang, letting them know if anyone suspicious was hanging around, or if the cops were closing in.
From there, we’d worked our way up in the world.
Eventually, I got tapped by the Henchmen, leaving them behind until they were ready for something more serious too.
Cato and I approached the van, and I gave him a nod before he disappeared up the other side.
Taking a deep breath, I moved in front of the open window, my gun raised. It was hardly a blink later that Cato popped up as well.
And we finally understood what was taking the fucker so long.
Namely the woman sucking him off from the passenger seat, her ass all up in Cato’s face.
Cato, a bit less controlled, ducked down as he let out a laugh that the driver and his friend didn’t hear over the music coming from the radio.
I wasn’t usually the type to get in the way of some guy getting his dick sucked, but I had a duffle full of illegal guns to hand over before some cops came snooping around, and a date with a stiff drink that I needed.
Raising my gun, I tapped the glass with the side of the barrel, making both the man and the woman look up, their eyes going huge.
The woman struggled to tuck her tits away as the driver whipped his pants closed with one hand as the other rolled down the window.
“We had an appointment,” I reminded him. “You’re late,” I added.
“Yeah, man. Sorry. We got here a little early. Things got a little out of hand,” he said, reaching past the woman to go in the glove box, coming back with the cash. “It’s all there. You can count it.”
“We will,” I said, waving Levee over.
It was right about then that I heard a familiar static sound, followed by a beeping.
The man had a police scanner in his car.
“Clinic… corner… Northwest 12thAve. Woman down.”
I didn’t hear anything else.
I didn’t say shit to my brothers I was leaving in the lurch.
I turned and fucking ran back to my bike.
Not much could get a rise out of me, not after the life I’d lived.
But hearing that a woman was down at the clinic on the corner of Northwest 12thAve? Yeah, that got to me.
Should it have?
Yeah, I guess that is the question.
But regardless of the answer to that, I was peeling the fuck out of that abandoned parking lot, trusting my oldest friends to get the job done, and knowing I’d incur the wrath of our president for doing so.
Because there was a woman I knew who practically lived at the clinic on the corner of Northwest 12thAve.
And I needed to know if she was the one who was down.
It was stupid, I knew, as I peeled to a stop across the street, hearing the sirens on their way, clearly taking their damn time. Like they always did in that neighborhood.
