“Love the big dick energy you got going on over there, big man. The thing is, she and I, we get each other. I understand her crazy bullshit and every ounce of petty that seeps through her veins. She loves to fight me. I love to be fought with. And if you thought your history and steroid-pushing muscles were going to be able to keep up with what she needs, you’re already behind the eight ball.”
“I’ve got the stamina to keep up.”
“Yeah, but for how long? You’re too bossy, and neither of us likes being told what to do.”
“You’re doing it right now, aren’t you? I think you like being submissive. That’s why you never took The Landings Titan seat, right?”
I chuckle. “Wouldn’t you love to know?”
“I just asked, didn’t I?”
“How about none of your fucking business, you big piece of shi?—”
“We’re here,” Hot Rod announces, causing me to notice the SUV slowing down as he throws the vehicle into park.
We’re in the middle of a two-lane road, surrounded by trees and nothing else. It’s the perfect scene for a murder.
No witnesses.
No traffic.
No problems.
“I’m seriously disappointed in the amount of effort you put into this, Wallace,” I sigh with a roll of my eyes. “If you were going to kill me, I expected something that required half a brain cell.”
“It’s not your time yet,” he returns. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re talking about how impressive it was in hell.”
“Are the woodland fairies about to come out and make this deal?”
“Shut up and listen, Baby Wildes, because we don’t have a lot of time. You’re going to meet Marcus Lowery. He’s a big-shot asshole from Boston who likes to talk about the Red Sox and pussy. Don’t indulge in his bullshit or you’re going to be there all day. You have to be short, curt, act like he’s wasting your time. He’ll get bored and leave.”
“What’s the deal?”
“Blow. Two hundred pounds.”
I lift an eyebrow. “Where the fuck did you get two hundred pounds of cocaine?”
“At your mom’s house,” he returns, like a dick. “He’s going to try to barter. I want thirty thousand for the batch. He handles the transportation. That’s why he’s getting a deal. He’ll pick it up at the port in twenty-four hours, or the deal is off.”
“Anything else?”
“Don’t fuck this up. Don’t lie about your name, age, or anything else. You are who you are, and that’s it.”
“Fine.”
“If you don’t know how to answer, Juice and Rod will step in.”
“Got it.”
“Do you have a gun?”
“Yes.”
“Make sure it’s not visible, or he’ll get nervous.”
“He likes pussy, but he acts like one. Nice.”
“Something you’ll both be able to relate to.”
