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“What the fuck?” the snitch asked.
“Show me your arm.” It wasn’t as if I didn’t trust Jameson or the people he’d trusted enough to contact, but in my business, it was vital to ensure information provided was correct.
“Why? You some cop?”
Snorting, I opened my jacket, allowing him to see my weapon. “I suggest you do as I say.”
He threw out one arm, fisting his hand.
“Turn it over,” I instructed. At least the kid had the good sense to have terror in his eyes, doing as he was told.
“Who are you, buddy? What do you want?” He was trying to act cocky.
“The other arm.”
While he repeated the move, I sensed he was stupid enough to attempt to bolt. The streetlight in close proximity highlighted a crude but distinguishable snake.
“I don’t do drugs, man,” he insisted, his foot tapping on the floor.
“That’s good to hear. Unfortunately, your choice of recreation is snitching to the police. You also have a habit of running from difficult situations.”
“What da fuck you talkin’ about?” When he twisted, trying to open the door, I yanked my weapon into my hand. “I ain’t no snitch.”
“What a shame I don’t believe you.” I pressed the barrel of the weapon against his forehead, pulling the trigger. Then I sat back, tugging my phone from my jacket and snapping a picture. The nagging remained, my instincts usually correct. After taking a picture, I emailed it to Alessandro.
Almost instantly I thought about Eden, the painting I’d done for her, longing to do another, only this time it would be very personal. For now, it was time to get rid of the body.
She’d asked if I was a bad man.
At least I hadn’t lied to her.
* * *
Eden
Dreams.
I’d had more than one. They’d been dirty and erotic, sinful and delicious. And all involving my mystery man. My Zorro. I envisioned him on his black steed, wielding a whip. Then I shuddered as I realized he might use that leather strap on me.
“Come here, bad girl. You know you deserve punishment.”
“I’m a very good girl. You told me that last night.”
I had to fight to keep from laughing since I was standing in the middle of a coffee shop, waiting for my tall order of pumpkin spice coffee. At eight bucks a cup, it wasn’t something I allowed myself to indulge very often. However, I deserved a treat after the night of passion. Who was I kidding? It had been a night of raw sin. The filthy images remained, almost spiraling out of control. I could still feel his cock stretching my muscles, driving me to the point of ecstasy.
Whew. It was hot as Hades inside the little store.
“Order for Eden,” one of the workers called out.
I grabbed the cup, wondering if or when I’d see him again. As I started to head out the door, my phone rang. I waited until I was on the sidewalk before answering, juggling the coffee and almost dropping the phone at the same time. “Hello?”
There was so much noise on the street I couldn’t hear a thing on the other end.
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
As two girls walked by, squealing so loud I couldn’t hear myself think, I turned to face the building, placing my coffee on the ledge then covering my ear.
“I’m sorry. There’s a lot of noise. Can you repeat what you said?” As I kept my head low, that’s the moment a series of shivers raced down my spine. I knew someone was there. I could hear heavy breathing. Was the person trying to be funny? “Then I’m hanging up.” Just before I did, I could swear I heard laughter.
