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pocket. Blue shuffled out on high alert, more than aware of the error in his judgement. He paused his step in front of me, unsure of what to say to dig himself out of this hole. I lifted my eyes to him and stared down, this fucker was really batting a thousand these last couple days. I cleared my throat deep, intentionally rattling his cage. He blanched. “Go find Clink. NOW.”
He was off before I could even finish my sentence. I rolled my eyes behind him. Sure, I could sympathize with the call of available pussy while we were stuck in here with nothing better to do, but the guy needs to learn how to keep it in check. Especially while he's still on my shit list.
I rolled myself around the doorjamb and faced into exposed room. The raunchy stench was hanging in the air, thick and stale. Vicky was cleaning herself up, straightening her hair and hiding her makeup smudged face from me. I strolled in casually, scanning the room. The ashtray was full of butts and her pill bottles opened and empty on the dresser top. These chicks were all the same... filling themselves with booze, smokes, drugs, and dick to fill the void in their empty souls.
Finally finished primping herself, she turned. “Help you with something, sailor?” Her eyes were bloodshot, pupils pinned.
I grunted. Twenty years ago she must have been something, before turning herself into a full-blown gutter whore.
“Pack your shit up. You're heading out tonight.”
Her drugged up eyes lit up. “The cash is ready, and a oneway ticket to Toledo.”
“Toledo?! What the fuck am I gonna do in Toledo?”
Bitch. She was about to see more cash than she had ever dreamed of in that roach motel of an apartment of hers, and she had the audacity to complain about the damn city?
“I don't know... do whatever the fuck you want to there. It's far enough from any Slayer chapter where you can actually have a shot at a clean start. So long as you can keep yourself away from the pole.”
She threw a pillow at me/ I blocked it sending it to the floor. “Asshole.”
I laughed at the crack whore. “Just get your shit ready. I'm taking you to the bus terminal myself. But, we're gonna make a little pit stop first...”
She squinted at me, curious at the sudden change of plan. This bitch didn't need to know any more. These plans were delicate. Everything had to go exactly the way I needed it to. A jumpy bitch would be just the thing that could fuck it up.
“Where are we going?” she wondered.
“Don't worry about it, it's nothing that concerns you. Just be ready to leave when I tell you to. And pack light. You can buy all new shit when you get there.”
I left her to soak in my instructions, heading to meet up with my team.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The small group of men had broken off from the main body of brothers and clung around themselves by the old soda machine in the corner of the garage. Clink had managed to gather them all since I had left him earlier. I hoped he had enough time to fill them all in on the details. Butch, Tiny, and Blue each nodded to me as I joined them, settling against a steel beam.
Butch spoke out first, “We all set brother? What time do we ride?” Clink had obviously brought them all up to speed.
“We're all good. We leave at six sharp. I need to talk to pops first.”
Butch nodded, visible relief spreading across his dark eyes. “Blue, think you can put your dick away long enough to get the cage gassed up?”
The prospect stood tall. “Anything you need, boss.”
“Well?” I spoke to him. “Get your ass moving and don't make anymore pussy detours.”
He bolted away from us, eager to redeem himself.
With the prospect gone on his assignment, the four of us were left to hammer out the details. Vicky would be riding with Blue in the cage, following the rest of us as we “escorted” her to the bus terminal. That was the official plan, the one pops would know and have no reason to squash. Unofficially, we would be on a
He was off before I could even finish my sentence. I rolled my eyes behind him. Sure, I could sympathize with the call of available pussy while we were stuck in here with nothing better to do, but the guy needs to learn how to keep it in check. Especially while he's still on my shit list.
I rolled myself around the doorjamb and faced into exposed room. The raunchy stench was hanging in the air, thick and stale. Vicky was cleaning herself up, straightening her hair and hiding her makeup smudged face from me. I strolled in casually, scanning the room. The ashtray was full of butts and her pill bottles opened and empty on the dresser top. These chicks were all the same... filling themselves with booze, smokes, drugs, and dick to fill the void in their empty souls.
Finally finished primping herself, she turned. “Help you with something, sailor?” Her eyes were bloodshot, pupils pinned.
I grunted. Twenty years ago she must have been something, before turning herself into a full-blown gutter whore.
“Pack your shit up. You're heading out tonight.”
Her drugged up eyes lit up. “The cash is ready, and a oneway ticket to Toledo.”
“Toledo?! What the fuck am I gonna do in Toledo?”
Bitch. She was about to see more cash than she had ever dreamed of in that roach motel of an apartment of hers, and she had the audacity to complain about the damn city?
“I don't know... do whatever the fuck you want to there. It's far enough from any Slayer chapter where you can actually have a shot at a clean start. So long as you can keep yourself away from the pole.”
She threw a pillow at me/ I blocked it sending it to the floor. “Asshole.”
I laughed at the crack whore. “Just get your shit ready. I'm taking you to the bus terminal myself. But, we're gonna make a little pit stop first...”
She squinted at me, curious at the sudden change of plan. This bitch didn't need to know any more. These plans were delicate. Everything had to go exactly the way I needed it to. A jumpy bitch would be just the thing that could fuck it up.
“Where are we going?” she wondered.
“Don't worry about it, it's nothing that concerns you. Just be ready to leave when I tell you to. And pack light. You can buy all new shit when you get there.”
I left her to soak in my instructions, heading to meet up with my team.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The small group of men had broken off from the main body of brothers and clung around themselves by the old soda machine in the corner of the garage. Clink had managed to gather them all since I had left him earlier. I hoped he had enough time to fill them all in on the details. Butch, Tiny, and Blue each nodded to me as I joined them, settling against a steel beam.
Butch spoke out first, “We all set brother? What time do we ride?” Clink had obviously brought them all up to speed.
“We're all good. We leave at six sharp. I need to talk to pops first.”
Butch nodded, visible relief spreading across his dark eyes. “Blue, think you can put your dick away long enough to get the cage gassed up?”
The prospect stood tall. “Anything you need, boss.”
“Well?” I spoke to him. “Get your ass moving and don't make anymore pussy detours.”
He bolted away from us, eager to redeem himself.
With the prospect gone on his assignment, the four of us were left to hammer out the details. Vicky would be riding with Blue in the cage, following the rest of us as we “escorted” her to the bus terminal. That was the official plan, the one pops would know and have no reason to squash. Unofficially, we would be on a
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