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no-good chick who I knew from DC, but it’s not her,” Ace answered Sidney’s question, wearing a sinister grin. Ace was being a smartass. Sidney looked from Ace to me and back again. I had a silly, nervous grin on my face. I couldn’t even say a word. All of the words were caught in my throat like I’d swallowed a handful of hard marbles.
“Sorry for the misunderstanding, miss,” Ace said, smiling again.
“No . . . no . . . um . . . no problem,” I replied with a nervous laugh. “Sidney, I will see you at home tonight,” I said to my husband, turning on my heels. I hauled ass out of the dealership doors like somebody had set my ass on fire. I didn’t even give Sidney a chance to answer me back. I was behind the wheel and screeching my tires out of the parking lot within a few minutes. My hands shook so badly I could hardly steer the car. I had to come up with a plan to deal with this situation. I knew exactly what Warren was after. I also knew he wasn’t going to rest until he got what he was looking for.
7
Secrets and Lies
A fter my encounter with Ace, driving home had been a task, to say the least. Every car that passed me on the highway made me jump. Every horn made me feel like I’d have a heart attack from fright. I could not get home fast enough.
I pulled up to my estate and jumped out of my car, barely putting the vehicle in Park. I was moving so fast that my heels sounded like firecrackers popping against the tiled pathway as I rushed up to my front door. With trembling hands I fished my keys from my bag, but it took me a few damn tries to get into the house. Finally, I raced into the house with one fucking thing on my mind. I needed to move my stash, which I hadn’t looked at in so long. I’d been so financially secure living off of Sidney that I hadn’t even bothered to check on my little secret hidden treasure. I called it my rainy day insurance, but in light of what was going on now, I was going to have to do things differently. It was mine now, but the shit hadn’t always belonged to me. My mind was focused on getting upstairs to my closet before Sidney came home. He didn’t know anything about what I had done in my past and what I had hiding right under his nose. I was also scouring my brain to think of where I could move my stash. I considered going to the bank and getting a private safe deposit box, but there was record keeping involved with that shit. I needed something highly secretive. Just as I got inside I heard the house phone ringing.
“Fuck!” I huffed. I didn’t need any distractions right now. I knew it was either Sidney or my nagging-ass mother. No one else called the house phone at all. I was too focused on my task at hand to answer it, so I ignored it. I barely made it up my spiral staircase that led to the bedrooms before the phone was ringing again. “Are you kidding me?” I grumbled. If I didn’t answer it I knew both of them would just keep on calling back. I walked into my bedroom and picked up the cordless on the nightstand. I still couldn’t figure out why we even had a house phone. Cell phones were all we ever used anyway. “Hello?!” I barked into the phone breathlessly.
“Damn . . . why you sound so mad?” the voice filtered through the receiver. All of the color drained from my face and I felt weak. They even had my house phone number, which certainly meant that not only did they know where Sidney worked, but they also knew exactly where we lived. I couldn’t even speak at first.
“I called to remind you about our meeting tonight. I really like your old man, too . . . good ol’ Mr. Sidney Costner. I wonder how he would feel knowing his little well-kept wife was a former hood rat, snitching-ass thief from the projects in DC?” Ace said, his raspy voice making me cringe like hearing nails on a chalkboard.
“I hope you don’t try no bullshit and you’re there tonight,” he continued. “Don’t make me do anything horrible to your old man cuz
“Sorry for the misunderstanding, miss,” Ace said, smiling again.
“No . . . no . . . um . . . no problem,” I replied with a nervous laugh. “Sidney, I will see you at home tonight,” I said to my husband, turning on my heels. I hauled ass out of the dealership doors like somebody had set my ass on fire. I didn’t even give Sidney a chance to answer me back. I was behind the wheel and screeching my tires out of the parking lot within a few minutes. My hands shook so badly I could hardly steer the car. I had to come up with a plan to deal with this situation. I knew exactly what Warren was after. I also knew he wasn’t going to rest until he got what he was looking for.
7
Secrets and Lies
A fter my encounter with Ace, driving home had been a task, to say the least. Every car that passed me on the highway made me jump. Every horn made me feel like I’d have a heart attack from fright. I could not get home fast enough.
I pulled up to my estate and jumped out of my car, barely putting the vehicle in Park. I was moving so fast that my heels sounded like firecrackers popping against the tiled pathway as I rushed up to my front door. With trembling hands I fished my keys from my bag, but it took me a few damn tries to get into the house. Finally, I raced into the house with one fucking thing on my mind. I needed to move my stash, which I hadn’t looked at in so long. I’d been so financially secure living off of Sidney that I hadn’t even bothered to check on my little secret hidden treasure. I called it my rainy day insurance, but in light of what was going on now, I was going to have to do things differently. It was mine now, but the shit hadn’t always belonged to me. My mind was focused on getting upstairs to my closet before Sidney came home. He didn’t know anything about what I had done in my past and what I had hiding right under his nose. I was also scouring my brain to think of where I could move my stash. I considered going to the bank and getting a private safe deposit box, but there was record keeping involved with that shit. I needed something highly secretive. Just as I got inside I heard the house phone ringing.
“Fuck!” I huffed. I didn’t need any distractions right now. I knew it was either Sidney or my nagging-ass mother. No one else called the house phone at all. I was too focused on my task at hand to answer it, so I ignored it. I barely made it up my spiral staircase that led to the bedrooms before the phone was ringing again. “Are you kidding me?” I grumbled. If I didn’t answer it I knew both of them would just keep on calling back. I walked into my bedroom and picked up the cordless on the nightstand. I still couldn’t figure out why we even had a house phone. Cell phones were all we ever used anyway. “Hello?!” I barked into the phone breathlessly.
“Damn . . . why you sound so mad?” the voice filtered through the receiver. All of the color drained from my face and I felt weak. They even had my house phone number, which certainly meant that not only did they know where Sidney worked, but they also knew exactly where we lived. I couldn’t even speak at first.
“I called to remind you about our meeting tonight. I really like your old man, too . . . good ol’ Mr. Sidney Costner. I wonder how he would feel knowing his little well-kept wife was a former hood rat, snitching-ass thief from the projects in DC?” Ace said, his raspy voice making me cringe like hearing nails on a chalkboard.
“I hope you don’t try no bullshit and you’re there tonight,” he continued. “Don’t make me do anything horrible to your old man cuz
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