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“Okay, if it means that much to ya, but I want your word that you will return to Long Beach and stay there once it’s done.” I hold out my hand.
“You got it.” He takes it, gripping it firmly and making a deal with the devil.
“So, when do I do it?” he asks, keen to get to work.
“I’ll be in touch, stay close to Long Beach but under the radar. When I need ya to move, we won’t have a lotta time.”
“I hear ya.” He nods his head before standing up and making his way out.
I swallow the last of my whiskey once I’m alone and I’m just about to pour myself another when my phone buzzes. The message that comes up makes the taste in my mouth turn sour.
BE AT THE MOTEL IN 30
I shake my head as I place my phone back in my cut, hating the fact that I have to jump to someone’s fuckin’ order. I leave the club and make the journey out, toward the motel in Fountain. Parking my bike outside room number 7 when I arrive, I check the coast is clear before I head inside.
“How did your meeting go?” she asks, looking so outta place in a seedy room like this one.
Agent Kathrine Consuela is uptight, obnoxious, and just happens to be irritatingly beautiful.
“It went well, though I didn’t need to have it. Adams has screwed up for the last time.” I can’t help taking her in; the heels she wears under her pantsuit, purposely to give her some height, shows that she does have some hang-ups. She’s probably used to being downtrodden by her male peers. The fact she’s good to look at will have them assuming that she’s screwed her way to the top.
“How bad is it?” I take a seat on the bed and push my hand through my hair. Burlusconi put me in touch with her after he got his tip-off.
“It’s bad enough to take down your whole club. Cliff Adams got greedy and very, very sloppy.” She makes the words sound seductive rather than destructive.
“He’s been running deals with small-time gangsters, small-time gangsters who have been working undercover.” The smart bitch looks mighty pleased with herself and I’d just love to humble her by ripping her hair out the neat little bun she’s got it in, and fuckin’ her on this filthy mattress.
“A case is being put together and a full investigation will be conducted, one that doesn’t just look into Long Beach, but all your Charters.”
“Holy shit.” I massage my temples, this is the last thing I fuckin’ need, right now. Like I haven’t got enough shit to be dealing with.
“And who’s gonna be runnin’ this investigation?” I look up to her.
She’s changed her position. Confidence has drawn her in a little closer, and now she stands in front of me with her arms crossed under her pert little tits.
“That’s where you got real lucky, Jimmer Carson. You're looking at her.”
