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“Could I fuckin’ finish?” Hangman snaps at us.
Jess gasps. “Hangman!”
Verity rubs her face. “I need a smoke. Let him fucking finish.”
Jess gasps. “Verity!”
“Shut it, Jess,” Slag snaps from her perch on the marble top of dad’s fully stocked bar. “I got things to do.”
“She means she’s not getting any younger,” Jess mutters to me.
Hangman stamps his foot. “Enough!” He looks at Dot. “Gotta thank you for sewin’ up the vests, Dot. You’re a treasure.”
Everyone cheers and claps, some raise their beers. Dicer falls over.
“My pleasure,” Dot says as she flushes.
Hangman turns to dad and mom. “And to Evanee’s old man and his ol’ lady for hostin’ us today.”
Mom flushes, but not like Dot. She stares at Hangman with daggers in her eyes.
Dad tugs at the collar of his Dolce & Gabbana silk polo shirt as he acknowledges the round of applause with a grave nod.
Hangman turns to Coyote and Trigger. “Get on with it!”
My vision becomes a pinprick as I watch Trigger approach me with my vest. “Love you, handsome,” I whisper as he helps me into it.
“Oh baby, the things I’m gonna do to you after the party.”
I grab his shirt and kiss him long and hard, forgetting where we are and who we’re with until I hear my dad clear his throat. “Evanee! Casper!”
We jerk apart, Trigger winking at me, and me smiling at him. “I can’t wait,” I say.
He swats me lightly on the ass, then we return our attention to Hangman.
Hangman raises his beer. “Let’s get this party started!” he shouts.
THE END
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BONUS: COYOTE
My night has gone to shit. I’m in Reno, a city I vowed never to come back to, robbing a house, that based on the intel I received, would be worth the risk ten-times over. I was assured that there’d be enough of a cash haul to allow me and mine to take a long vacation somewhere in Europe, even with the cut for my source. But Anthony’s information stinks. Sure, there’s a fucking safe, but when I open it, there’s nothing but air inside.
I don’t immediately blame Anthony, my cousin on my mother’s side and just as fucked up as I am. Other than Rinna, my friend and saviour, Anthony is the only other link to my past. Until now, he hasn’t led me astray.
The only hesitation I had when he passed me the intel was where the job would be. Reno. The worst time of my life was spent in this city, and it’s taken years to overcome the trauma. Not overcome, but carefully locked up in my brain alongside shame, grief, and guilt.
But Anthony, who knows little of my past, doesn’t know the secrets I hide. He called me from Las Vegas and talked me into this job. He assured me that the house would be empty and not alarmed. He even told me where the window was that I could slip through. Easy, he said, but that was an exaggeration. I tore the ass of my catsuit as I wriggled through the narrow opening.
The safe is where he said it would be and is easy enough to crack, but the bloody thing is empty. I can’t wait to tell my cousin that his 20% is blowing air.
I close the safe, move into the living room, my balaclava in my hand, deciding what to do. Search for another safe, or go on my way, which is what I should be doing. Then my mental acuity shuts down as the roar of motorcycles startles me. They’re not on a midnight ride, don’t drive past. Instead, they pull up to the house that I am unsuccessfully robbing.
