Jimmy - The Warehouse.
FUCK I curse out slamming my hands down on my steering wheel. I forgot all about the stake-out tonight. Damn it.
Me - Fuck yup Bro coming.
Jimmy - Well hurry up man like I’ve been here for hours I’m off it and I have pussy waiting at the club.
Me – Fuck you’re sick.
Jimmy – They love it and so do you.
Me – Like fuck I do. I’m all class brother.
Looking at the little lady in the window, she’s all class rolled inside pure perfection.
Jimmy – Oh yep and Liza is classy, is she.
Shaking my head at the dicks reply.
Me – Na she’s all ass.
I type back stealing a glance at the fire-haired goddess. She’s everything those basic bitches at the club wish they were. Driving off toward the Warehouse, all I can think of is her. Her eyes, her tears and the way she makes my cock hard like no one else ever has and I haven’t even spoken to her or touched her. I’m fucked.
Chapter Four
In the air lies weight from sins untold and the whispers of the dead.
~ Micha Ragen
Pulling around the back of the Warehouse, I slip in under the cover of darkness and rain. Fuck the rain, I hate it. Rain reminds me of the tears of my mother. It’s the only time in the first few years after my father and brother were killed that I heard orsaw her cry, always under the cover of the sound of the rain inside a dark storm where she was battling her inner self to stay alive. She had nothing left but me and I did the one thing she made me promise I wouldn’t. I turned into the violent man that took all she loved from her.
Taking the stairs up to the top floor, most of the windows have been smashed in and the place is howling with a haunted wind. Rain pelts in splashing onto the mouldy floors as I walk toward Jimmy. We call him Jimmy tight lips because that man will keep all shit on lockdown no matter how far the torture goes.
“Fuck, finally dickwad, you decide to turn up.” He throws a used coffee cup at me. I catch it then biff it back at him.
“Fuck you. I was busy.”
“Doing?” he says while wiggling his fucking eyebrows at me.
“A job, dick.” I sit down against the wall with the wind whipping around us.
“This is fucking miserable,” I say as Jimmy pulls his knees up to his chest puffing on a cigarette.
“Ya fucking think?” His eyes go to my knuckles bloodied with bruising setting in.
“Easy one?” he asks me as I pour a hot brew from the flask by his feet into a plastic cup easy to burn, so we leave no fingerprints.
“Yup. In two days’ time, I’ll be back, and he’d best have the remainder.”
“Oh, so no kill. You’re going soft.”
“Never.”
His eyebrow rises in question. This time I shake it off and take my smokes from my pocket.
“What did the riddle say?”
We all like to read the old man’s riddles.
