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somehow.”
“We can touch the money, as long as it’s a little. A few grand here and there in the grand scheme of things won’t make it obvious to anyone. This means we can afford skipping some fights to get our shit down. We’ll just compensate by pulling a little out. That way we won’t feel the hit.”
His face relaxed, and he let out a relieved breath. “Thank fuck, man. You should’ve told me that before I decided on overtime tomorrow.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, well, I didn’t know if this was going to happen for sure. Kept thinking it couldn’t be that easy.”
He raised his hands up and looked down at them. “I’m still on a buzz. Look how much I’m shaking.”
Yeah, I was shaking too. I kept staring at the rear view mirror, half expecting someone to be tailing us. I had to remember I was as invisible as anyone else to the Syndicates. They wouldn’t even know where to look when they found out about the house.
I dropped Marko off by the apartment building. He’d driven there and his car was parked out front. He got out into the mid-March air, scanning the streets as he walked to it. I waited for him to be gone, and then I drove into the parking lot and got out.
When I stepped back into the apartment building, I ached all over. I was plagued with exhaustion, and the sudden sight of a tall, limp body beside the elevator doors had me wishing I’d come a lot sooner instead of having to witness this shit.
Trudy, dressed in a pair of non-existent shorts and thin, white see-through top was passed out in the most awkward, uncomfortable position. I would have left her there if she hadn’t reeked of alcohol. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen her drunk or passed out, but the difference was she was alone and not surrounded by her girly posse. I sighed and kneeled down to her level. I shook her, hoping she’d wake the hell up and get herself in the apartment without my help.
She stirred a little but didn’t open her eyes.
“Trudy,” I said, shaking her again. “Wake up. You didn’t make it to your apartment and you’re passed the hell out in a place any seedy bastard can get to you.”
She opened her mouth and uttered words that didn’t make sense. “I… wha… don’t care…”
I glanced around, hoping someone would come and take over this chore for me. I didn’t want to have to explain to Allie tomorrow that I’d helped Trudy to her apartment. She might not take well to that, and I didn’t want to give her reason to be suspicious of it. Because chicks were always fucking suspicious. One could trust you with her life, but tell her you helped a girl you used to fuck to her apartment and she was going to lose her shit. First was the stink-eye as you explained it, and then the flood of questions designed to look innocent, but it was really an interrogation you had to pass with flying colours or else your day was going to consist of a fight of your life.
Yeah, I had this relationship thing down pat.
Regardless of the consequences, I grabbed Tru by her waist and lifted her off the ground. She sagged against my side while I dragged her into the elevator. Her hand shot up and gripped my sweater. I looked straight ahead, pursing my lips as she tried to get as close to me as humanly possible.
“Heath? You smell…” she mumbled, her eyes half-opening. “You smell… good.”
I stiffened and didn’t reply. What the hell had gotten into this girl lately? I was always seeing her around the fights, draping herself around guys, practically throwing her dignity away. The reason I’d been attracted to her before wasn’t just because she dressed to kill. It was that she’d been as picky as me. She didn’t throw herself away to any guy. She loved a good chase, and I appreciated that.
Now she didn’t give a flying fuck.
Once the elevator opened to her level, I helped her to her apartment.
“Where’s your
“We can touch the money, as long as it’s a little. A few grand here and there in the grand scheme of things won’t make it obvious to anyone. This means we can afford skipping some fights to get our shit down. We’ll just compensate by pulling a little out. That way we won’t feel the hit.”
His face relaxed, and he let out a relieved breath. “Thank fuck, man. You should’ve told me that before I decided on overtime tomorrow.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, well, I didn’t know if this was going to happen for sure. Kept thinking it couldn’t be that easy.”
He raised his hands up and looked down at them. “I’m still on a buzz. Look how much I’m shaking.”
Yeah, I was shaking too. I kept staring at the rear view mirror, half expecting someone to be tailing us. I had to remember I was as invisible as anyone else to the Syndicates. They wouldn’t even know where to look when they found out about the house.
I dropped Marko off by the apartment building. He’d driven there and his car was parked out front. He got out into the mid-March air, scanning the streets as he walked to it. I waited for him to be gone, and then I drove into the parking lot and got out.
When I stepped back into the apartment building, I ached all over. I was plagued with exhaustion, and the sudden sight of a tall, limp body beside the elevator doors had me wishing I’d come a lot sooner instead of having to witness this shit.
Trudy, dressed in a pair of non-existent shorts and thin, white see-through top was passed out in the most awkward, uncomfortable position. I would have left her there if she hadn’t reeked of alcohol. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen her drunk or passed out, but the difference was she was alone and not surrounded by her girly posse. I sighed and kneeled down to her level. I shook her, hoping she’d wake the hell up and get herself in the apartment without my help.
She stirred a little but didn’t open her eyes.
“Trudy,” I said, shaking her again. “Wake up. You didn’t make it to your apartment and you’re passed the hell out in a place any seedy bastard can get to you.”
She opened her mouth and uttered words that didn’t make sense. “I… wha… don’t care…”
I glanced around, hoping someone would come and take over this chore for me. I didn’t want to have to explain to Allie tomorrow that I’d helped Trudy to her apartment. She might not take well to that, and I didn’t want to give her reason to be suspicious of it. Because chicks were always fucking suspicious. One could trust you with her life, but tell her you helped a girl you used to fuck to her apartment and she was going to lose her shit. First was the stink-eye as you explained it, and then the flood of questions designed to look innocent, but it was really an interrogation you had to pass with flying colours or else your day was going to consist of a fight of your life.
Yeah, I had this relationship thing down pat.
Regardless of the consequences, I grabbed Tru by her waist and lifted her off the ground. She sagged against my side while I dragged her into the elevator. Her hand shot up and gripped my sweater. I looked straight ahead, pursing my lips as she tried to get as close to me as humanly possible.
“Heath? You smell…” she mumbled, her eyes half-opening. “You smell… good.”
I stiffened and didn’t reply. What the hell had gotten into this girl lately? I was always seeing her around the fights, draping herself around guys, practically throwing her dignity away. The reason I’d been attracted to her before wasn’t just because she dressed to kill. It was that she’d been as picky as me. She didn’t throw herself away to any guy. She loved a good chase, and I appreciated that.
Now she didn’t give a flying fuck.
Once the elevator opened to her level, I helped her to her apartment.
“Where’s your
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