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“It's not illegal, C, we only have to worry about the casino owners.”
“Oh, okay, and I'm sure they’re the type of people who will give us a pat on the back and send us on our way if we’re caught. No thanks, six feet under is not exactly where I want to be.”
“Don't be so dramatic, just think about it,” he says, getting out of the van. “See ya later, Sam,” I holler after him. I back out of the parking lot and turn onto the main street, and I see the red Grand Prix parked on the corner. Fuck, okay, this car is definitely following me. Now who the fuck is it? I look over but again, I can’t make out who the three men are.
Shit, I should probably call Linc. Fuck, I got him worked up enough with my shit, he’ll go ballistic over this. I drive toward the corner slowly, waiting for the light to turn yellow, when it does, I gun the van, flying past them, making it through the light as it turns red.
“Ha, take that!” I say, looking in the rearview mirror, where I see the driver hit the steering wheel with his fist, pissed. He’s stuck waiting on the light, as the cross traffic takes their time going through the intersection. “I need another gun,” I mutter to myself. It’s more than likely just a couple of assholes thinking they can take me because I’m a female and take all my weed. It wouldn’t be the first time it happened. Pulling into Walt's gun shop, I decide I better take precautions. Talking to Walt, I explain I would like a second gun for my house, I don't think it would be a good idea to tell him the other one was taken. He doesn't ask any questions though. I insist on paying this time and buy a Glock 23. I have him show me how to take it apart this time, just in case Linc finds out I have it. I'm hoping knowing how to take it apart will keep him from spanking my ass before he takes it. That is unless every spanking leads to me having an orgasm, then I might just buy every gun in the place. Leaving the gun store, I put the Glock 23 in my gym bag. I wonder if Billy can do lunch today, I want to talk to him about the idea I had this morning. Getting out my phone, I text him.
Hey, Billy, can you meetfor lunch? - C
Sure, when? -Billy
Thirty min. I got to drop something at the club. I can pick you up if you’re there, or I can meet you somewhere. -C
I'll be at the club, come in and get me. -Billy
See ya in thirty. -C
Before going to Dingo’s, I remember the dogs and how hungry they looked. I head to the grocery store and buy the biggest bag of dry puppy food I can find. On my way out of the store I scan the parking lot. There it is, the red Grand Prix.
“Fuck me, they found me.” I sigh. It’s sitting behind an ATM machine drive-up in the parking lot of the grocery store. Getting in the van, one of the phones rings in my purse. I open my it and see it is the cancer patients’ phone. The incoming number says cookies and I know this is Dingo's aunt, Sadie Rodriquez.
“Hello,”I answer
“Hey.”The voice is male, and not Sadie Rodriquez. Though, it sounds familiar, but I can't quite place it
“Who is this?”
“This is Dingo.”
“I didn't forget you, I have your stuff, you will be getting it today,” I confirm.
“Good, but that is not why I’m calling.”
“Oh? Well, then why are you calling?”
“My boss wants to meet and talk to you.”
Oh shit, Linc said he worked for a big kingpin named Roscoe. I hope it’s not him. I mean, why would he want to talk to me anyway?
“Who’s your boss?”I ask
“Roscoe Martin.”I tense.
Shit.
“Um, I’m really busy today. When was he wanting to do this?”I ask, trying to keep calm.
“Ha Ha!”He chuckles into the phone, the tone sounding ill andmalevolent.“You don't get to say when you’re meeting Roscoe. He wants to meet you in one hour. Be at the old tire factory on Bentley.”
“What if I can’t make it in an hour, like I said, I'm busy.”
“I would suggest you make it on time, if you like that pretty little face of yours,”he threatens.
“Well, if you put it like that. I guess I will be there.”
“Good, don't be late.”
