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The fucker stutters and stammers before he speaks.
“Upstairs. But I sold some of the jewelry.” He cries.
“Let me guess, you already used the money to buy the piece,” Finan chimes in, and the guy nods.
“Go,” Royal instructs us.
We leave them in the kitchen, while we go in search of the items that were listed to us. Checking the three bedrooms, we find what we are looking for, and I feel grimy as fuck after being in those rooms.
Drug shit all over the place, used condoms. I have no idea who the hell would want to fuck this guy, but the amount of condoms says that he is getting it on the regular.
Dragging everything downstairs, we load everything into the SUV that the prospect brought for us.
“Any activity out here?” I ask the prospect.
Shaking his head, he responds, “No. Nothing I think is linked to this guy. A couple was fighting on the front lawn a few minutes ago, I guess the wife found out that her husband is fucking her sister. Daytime TV at its best.” He laughs. “He is a dumb fucker though because the wife was banging.”
“Most men have no fucking clue that what they have at home is the best they can get. They go searching for more.”
“I hear you, man.”
I am the last one to walk back into the house, and the guys are now standing around the whimpering fucker who is now sitting in the chair he was in earlier. He is now wearing a T-shirt I can assume one of the guys gave him.
“You have everything; are we done? You are leaving, right? No cops involved.”
“Well, we don’t have everything do we, because you admitted to selling some of your grandmother’s jewelry,” I state, leaning against the door frame.
“I sold it to a pawn shop down on 6th.”
“And you think that they will just hand over the items? Fuck no, fucker, they will expect us to buy them back. What we are going to do is take this piece.” Jack picks up the gun with a cloth, so as not to leave fingerprints on it. “Sell it and buy back what you sold off. You had better hope that everything is still there, because if it is not…” Jack leaves his sentence hanging wide fucking open.
The guy’s eyes widen in fear again.
“What? What will you do?”
“You don’t want to know what these crazy fuckers will do to you, man.” I shake my head, giving him a sympathetic look to fuck with his head.
“Let’s roll,” Royal calls.
“Pray, man, pray,” I call back to him.
We make it outside and reach our bikes, then we laugh at how scared the little prick was. So he should be, after stealing from family while they were dealing with the grief of losing their grandmother.
“The little shit deserved that.” Jack chuckles.
“Damn right he did.” I fist bump him.
“Come on, I need something to eat. My gut is eating itself,” Royal whines.
“Fuck me, he is a needy bastard lately. He is hungry, got blue balls, and is suffering from PMS; what is next, brother of mine?” Jack jokes.
“Fuck off.”
We laugh at him, my brother watching our every move. Most would be freaking out by the way that Finan watches people, but it is his way of dealing with what is around him, plus he is keeping us safe, because he is like a walking, talking human lie detector. He can read people like no one’s business.
“We passed a diner on the way in and we can stop there for something to eat. My stomach is eating itself,” I groan.
We mount our bikes, the prospect climbing into the SUV, and we travel to the diner to get our fill of some delicious food.
