“The kind of guy that can break into people’s computers and do whatever he wants with them.” I shrugged.
I wouldn’t give Apollo’s information to her or anything, but I knew that Apollo would be willing to help the moment he heard her story.
He’d like the update.
Plus, my sister would force his hand if he didn’t do it on his own. Dru was a bleeding heart.
“Listen, if your friend wants to hack her computer, I’m down,” she said. “Short of murder, I’m probably okay with just about anything at this point.”
Murder.
A flash of shame hit me.
I didn’t have the same moral boundary as she did.
When I’d caught my wife stealing all of my money with the man she was cheating on me with, I’d been much more cold and calculating.
I’d watched and waited, seeing what she’d do and where she would go with my money.
I’d had an eye on that money—she’d taken it all out in cash and stuffed it in our bedroom closet—and her for days. When I’d caught her sleeping with the guy in our bed, talking about how she would live happily ever after with him and our baby safely ensconced somewhere where I could never find them…I’d snapped.
I’d beaten the guy a little bit too long, and the cops had come barreling into the room and put me in cuffs.
Though, I could see the absolute glee in their eyes as they handcuffed me.
I wasn’t the greatest person in the world.
In fact, I could arguably say that I wasn’t a good one.
I’d fought tooth and nail to get where I’d been before prison, protecting my family, and the streets that I called home.
I may not have done it in a law-abiding way, but I’d made our neighborhood safe from gangs and criminals the only way I knew how—with my fists.
The cops fucking hated it.
I blamed them, though. If they’d paid more attention to the suffering neighborhoods, then they would’ve seen what the gang violence was doing to our youth and elderly population.
I shouldn’t have had to pay anyone protection money.
So I decided that I wouldn’t.
And the cops had taken notice.
They couldn’t prove anything, but they sure as fuck could hold me on charges for attempted murder in a crime of passion. The man that I’d beaten was still living, though not in any meaningful way. In an “I’ll be in a coma for the rest of my life” kind of way.
“I’ll see if my buddy’s willing to help.”
I didn’t need to see anything. Apollo would be all over this.
He loved it.
The challenge of breaking into new places always seemed to excite him.
Plus, I liked the woman.
I also couldn’t fuckin’ stand the sister.
Every fuckin’ time I was there and she was, too, she made it a point to sneer at me in front of her mom, like I wasn’t worth the space. Then, the moment mommy dearest was gone, she was sidling up to me like I was her next snack.
