rumpus sex. After that, we can check out that sushi place I can see from here, and then we’ll have some more sex. How’s that sound?” she asked, rubbing her hand across his chest, loving the feel of him.
“Sounds like words of wisdom to me,” he said with a smile. “I really hope you and Daphne can see your way past Derrick and I.”
“I’m sure we will,” she said with a grin.
CHAPTER NINE
After a sweet, relaxing weekend, they rode back together to Lakeside and then down the road to where her house was.
Hank followed up to that point and gave her a kiss. “Think I’ll go home and change, get in some pool table time. Dust off some things as well. Want to meet up and head for the club at about eight?”
“That would really be good. It will give me a chance to catch back up on some things,” she agreed.
“You worked like a demon yesterday for four hours in that cafe,” he reminded her.
“That was catching up for Friday, but this is Monday, lover, a whole new world in the work force,” she teased.
“I wouldn’t know anything about that, and happy I don’t. See you about eight,” he told her, and he kissed her again.
He pulled out, crossed the street, and zipped between the fence posts onto the dirt track leading to his house, a little rooster tail of dirt curving up behind him. As soon as he pulled up to his house, she skipped up to her porch and went inside her own, feeling like life was new.
She wanted to call Daphne and tell her all about her weekend of sex, sushi, and sleep, but she wasn’t sure that telling her that Hank was her lover over the phone was a good idea. But then, maybe ambushing her with it at the club out in public wasn’t that great of an idea either.
After several minutes of thought, she decided she would tone down the wondrous sex part and give her friend the heads up.
“Hey Daphne, how you doing?”
“Alright, considering. What you been up to?”
“I just got back from a weekend with Hank,” she said, jumping right in.
“Hank Park?” Daphne asked.
“Yes, Hank Park.”
“You should break that off. The man has no balls and is dirty as hell,” she told her flatly.
“Hank told me the whole story, all the way to the point where Derrick tells the courts, ‘Fuck the bros and the hoes,’ the hoes being you and me. But that shit is four years old, Daphne, and I’m really hoping it’s not going to fuck with things between you and me. I love you.”
“Hell, fuck what he did four years ago, Cyn. How about what he’s been doing for the last eight months?” Daphne said.
“What’s that?”
“He’s running drugs for the cartel, and not just any cartel. He’s running it for fucking Orlin Ruiz of all fucking people, which shows he could care less about this club, its people, or what we care about, as long as the cash is good. And when he goes down for this, which he will, if you’re with him, with the amounts we’re talking, you’ll be going down too, sister. The man has a rotten fucking core.”
“How do you know this about the cartel? And what makes Orlin so especially bad?” Cyn asked.
“Yeah, you probably don’t know about Howey and Margaret. Before your time. They were long-time members, founding members you might say. Damn cute couple, too. Well, anyway, back nearly a year ago now, when they were selling pot legal in San Diego? You remember that?”
“Yeah, sure, I went and got my green card and everything,” Cyn said.
“Well, Howey and Margaret, they get in real early on that, having great connections and both real good at business, and they open seven stores in prime locations. And bam! They are making money so fast they have to hire people to count it. They hired me to work a counter at one of those stores. Making $20 an hour with them. It was sweet. Most I’ve ever made in my life.”
“Alright, I don’t think I like where
“Sounds like words of wisdom to me,” he said with a smile. “I really hope you and Daphne can see your way past Derrick and I.”
“I’m sure we will,” she said with a grin.
CHAPTER NINE
After a sweet, relaxing weekend, they rode back together to Lakeside and then down the road to where her house was.
Hank followed up to that point and gave her a kiss. “Think I’ll go home and change, get in some pool table time. Dust off some things as well. Want to meet up and head for the club at about eight?”
“That would really be good. It will give me a chance to catch back up on some things,” she agreed.
“You worked like a demon yesterday for four hours in that cafe,” he reminded her.
“That was catching up for Friday, but this is Monday, lover, a whole new world in the work force,” she teased.
“I wouldn’t know anything about that, and happy I don’t. See you about eight,” he told her, and he kissed her again.
He pulled out, crossed the street, and zipped between the fence posts onto the dirt track leading to his house, a little rooster tail of dirt curving up behind him. As soon as he pulled up to his house, she skipped up to her porch and went inside her own, feeling like life was new.
She wanted to call Daphne and tell her all about her weekend of sex, sushi, and sleep, but she wasn’t sure that telling her that Hank was her lover over the phone was a good idea. But then, maybe ambushing her with it at the club out in public wasn’t that great of an idea either.
After several minutes of thought, she decided she would tone down the wondrous sex part and give her friend the heads up.
“Hey Daphne, how you doing?”
“Alright, considering. What you been up to?”
“I just got back from a weekend with Hank,” she said, jumping right in.
“Hank Park?” Daphne asked.
“Yes, Hank Park.”
“You should break that off. The man has no balls and is dirty as hell,” she told her flatly.
“Hank told me the whole story, all the way to the point where Derrick tells the courts, ‘Fuck the bros and the hoes,’ the hoes being you and me. But that shit is four years old, Daphne, and I’m really hoping it’s not going to fuck with things between you and me. I love you.”
“Hell, fuck what he did four years ago, Cyn. How about what he’s been doing for the last eight months?” Daphne said.
“What’s that?”
“He’s running drugs for the cartel, and not just any cartel. He’s running it for fucking Orlin Ruiz of all fucking people, which shows he could care less about this club, its people, or what we care about, as long as the cash is good. And when he goes down for this, which he will, if you’re with him, with the amounts we’re talking, you’ll be going down too, sister. The man has a rotten fucking core.”
“How do you know this about the cartel? And what makes Orlin so especially bad?” Cyn asked.
“Yeah, you probably don’t know about Howey and Margaret. Before your time. They were long-time members, founding members you might say. Damn cute couple, too. Well, anyway, back nearly a year ago now, when they were selling pot legal in San Diego? You remember that?”
“Yeah, sure, I went and got my green card and everything,” Cyn said.
“Well, Howey and Margaret, they get in real early on that, having great connections and both real good at business, and they open seven stores in prime locations. And bam! They are making money so fast they have to hire people to count it. They hired me to work a counter at one of those stores. Making $20 an hour with them. It was sweet. Most I’ve ever made in my life.”
“Alright, I don’t think I like where
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