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“My own place. Away from everyone. It can be outside of the community. In a barn, a box in the greenhouse, I don’t care.”
“Yew know we over capacitated, right?”
“Yes, do you know of a place or not?”
“Ahh, my own special Chickie, Chickie, Chicka.” He paces around, thinking. I tap my foot, stopping when I realize I’m fidgeting. “Yeah, I got somethin’. Not really safe. Wonky stairs, see? Don’t need anybody fuckin’ up the resources I have left.” He stops to look at me. “If I needs yew to make ‘rounds, maybe even bring a dead ‘em fo me, yew do it. No fight.”
“Fine, as long as I don’t deal with anyone else except you, and shower when I want to. Now, where is the cult?”
Guido lifts his shoulders. “I dunno. Rudy boy know, yeah? Yew tawk to ‘im. He might even go with yew.”
Damn. That’s what happens when you make a deal with the devil.
C HAPTER E IGHT
The place turns out to be a spacious loft in the top of the family building. The best part—I don’t have to go inside the building. A fire escape outside leads to the top door, and it’s hidden between buildings on a side no one ever travels. A big, dirty window looks out over the unattractive greenhouse. The trees inside need pruning before they bust out of the top. I smile, remembering Linnie and Bruno.
I’ll have to furnish the loft myself. It’s chilly, but I don’t mind because there is a fireplace. Guido said an electrical line will be installed in a day or so. I’ll have electricity. The downside—I’ll have to use the working girls showers across the courtyard. There’s an old faucet sticking out of the wall with no sink, but when I turn it on, it doesn’t work.
After deciding to take the day for loot, Reece and Glinda come to help. Glinda is excited to be doing something out of the ordinary. On the way, I tell them how I acquired the loft. Reece is suspicious with my terms of lease.
“I don’t care to be risking my life to live here. I do it every day anyway, Reece. We all do.” It irks me people tend to forget this fact.
He snorts, “I’m sure there’s something Guido will come up with to make you uncomfortable. Speaking of that bastard, he’s got me looking for Mac.” I bite my lip to keep from laughing. His new predicament is probably my inadvertent doing.
Upon informing him about my plans to go to the cult, he doesn’t like it. “Too risky.”
“Living this life is risky. Besides, you might be able to pick Dalton’s brain about Mac. Find a lead.” Even though I don’t think Dalton will know anything of Mac’s whereabouts. If he does, he’ll keep it to himself.
We’re in a crummy furniture store in East Nashville. Reece has a freshly shaved head and a neatly braided goatee with new beads. Courtesy of Glinda, I’m sure. A thermal shirt under his biker vest keeps him warm. Glinda’s blond curls run loose over a fitted red sweater as her eyes dart between the two of us.
“Then I’ll go myself. Plus get him to help with whatever you need,” Reece’s eyes never waver from me after he speaks.
I sigh. “Getting Dalton’s help to take the survivors to Birmingham isn’t the only reason I want to go.”
Reece stops what he’s doing and narrows his eyes. “I fucking knew it! Why?”
“Why, Suga?” Glinda says at the same time, worry clouding her eyes.
Losing my patience right now will not help me, so I try to keep my cool. “Those women and children need help.”
“Isn’t that what Dalton is there for? How do you know they need help, Kan? You were there for how long? A few days? Drugged, at that.”
I blink at him, not knowing what to say, but going by myself is looking like the option I’ll have to take. Panic creeps in and my fingers tremble. I clench them in a fist.
Reece groans and rubs his bald head. “Fine,” he tells me through clenched teeth, surprising me. “But we’ll be thinking this through. Stake it out.”
I nod in total
“My own place. Away from everyone. It can be outside of the community. In a barn, a box in the greenhouse, I don’t care.”
“Yew know we over capacitated, right?”
“Yes, do you know of a place or not?”
“Ahh, my own special Chickie, Chickie, Chicka.” He paces around, thinking. I tap my foot, stopping when I realize I’m fidgeting. “Yeah, I got somethin’. Not really safe. Wonky stairs, see? Don’t need anybody fuckin’ up the resources I have left.” He stops to look at me. “If I needs yew to make ‘rounds, maybe even bring a dead ‘em fo me, yew do it. No fight.”
“Fine, as long as I don’t deal with anyone else except you, and shower when I want to. Now, where is the cult?”
Guido lifts his shoulders. “I dunno. Rudy boy know, yeah? Yew tawk to ‘im. He might even go with yew.”
Damn. That’s what happens when you make a deal with the devil.
C HAPTER E IGHT
The place turns out to be a spacious loft in the top of the family building. The best part—I don’t have to go inside the building. A fire escape outside leads to the top door, and it’s hidden between buildings on a side no one ever travels. A big, dirty window looks out over the unattractive greenhouse. The trees inside need pruning before they bust out of the top. I smile, remembering Linnie and Bruno.
I’ll have to furnish the loft myself. It’s chilly, but I don’t mind because there is a fireplace. Guido said an electrical line will be installed in a day or so. I’ll have electricity. The downside—I’ll have to use the working girls showers across the courtyard. There’s an old faucet sticking out of the wall with no sink, but when I turn it on, it doesn’t work.
After deciding to take the day for loot, Reece and Glinda come to help. Glinda is excited to be doing something out of the ordinary. On the way, I tell them how I acquired the loft. Reece is suspicious with my terms of lease.
“I don’t care to be risking my life to live here. I do it every day anyway, Reece. We all do.” It irks me people tend to forget this fact.
He snorts, “I’m sure there’s something Guido will come up with to make you uncomfortable. Speaking of that bastard, he’s got me looking for Mac.” I bite my lip to keep from laughing. His new predicament is probably my inadvertent doing.
Upon informing him about my plans to go to the cult, he doesn’t like it. “Too risky.”
“Living this life is risky. Besides, you might be able to pick Dalton’s brain about Mac. Find a lead.” Even though I don’t think Dalton will know anything of Mac’s whereabouts. If he does, he’ll keep it to himself.
We’re in a crummy furniture store in East Nashville. Reece has a freshly shaved head and a neatly braided goatee with new beads. Courtesy of Glinda, I’m sure. A thermal shirt under his biker vest keeps him warm. Glinda’s blond curls run loose over a fitted red sweater as her eyes dart between the two of us.
“Then I’ll go myself. Plus get him to help with whatever you need,” Reece’s eyes never waver from me after he speaks.
I sigh. “Getting Dalton’s help to take the survivors to Birmingham isn’t the only reason I want to go.”
Reece stops what he’s doing and narrows his eyes. “I fucking knew it! Why?”
“Why, Suga?” Glinda says at the same time, worry clouding her eyes.
Losing my patience right now will not help me, so I try to keep my cool. “Those women and children need help.”
“Isn’t that what Dalton is there for? How do you know they need help, Kan? You were there for how long? A few days? Drugged, at that.”
I blink at him, not knowing what to say, but going by myself is looking like the option I’ll have to take. Panic creeps in and my fingers tremble. I clench them in a fist.
Reece groans and rubs his bald head. “Fine,” he tells me through clenched teeth, surprising me. “But we’ll be thinking this through. Stake it out.”
I nod in total
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