“Are you trying to tell me you are not going to work for the Yakuzas?”
“What I’m saying is, they didn’t ask me to kill you, so please, chill.” What a fucking psycho.
“Chill? What? Are you a gangster now?”
“Hey, I’m trying to avoid your bullet here. Give me some credit, and put that thing away. Plus, I know you think I’m an idiot, but how much of an idiot would I be by coming here to murder you and think I can get away with it to cash in on it?” I swear, these people!
Rage comes to his senses.
“Half a point there.” Rage uncocks the gun. “Go on.” He finally sits down.
That was close.
“Well they want me to find you, and tell them where you are,” I say.
“They know where to find me. I’m right here.” He leans back against the leather chair, one hand on the armrest.
“Yeah, but they don’t want to come to your castle. They are hoping I’ll tail you and give them intel of where you are lessguarded, if you know what I mean.”
“So, they didn’t ask you to kill me. Only to give me up?” He looks suspicious now.
I get it, the Yakuzas are much more... hmm, how can I put it? Bloody? Yes, I like that term.
“Yep. Pretty much. Which I’m not going to do,” I assure him.
“Why should I believe you? You hate me.”
“True, but I need you safe and sound so that Sarah might actually have a chance to reach her destination.”
“Hmm.”
“Don’t forget, if I kill you, Sarah gets angry, then angry Sarah makes a mistake and suffers for it. And if she suffers, then Bruno will cut my balls with yours, and frankly, I don’t know how that works and I don’t intend to find out.” I stretch my back. It’s been a fucking long day.
“Hello? Anybody there?” Sarah’s voice sounds through the speakers.
Rage collects himself and quickly says, “We’re here.”
Why did he saywe? That’s new. I am usually not a part of the team.
“Well, I’m officially a guy,” Sarah announces.
Rage openly smiles. “That’s the point, kiddo.”
Fuck, he looks like a proud daddy.Ugh.
“I know, but how do I sell this? Do I have to scratch my balls and smell my fingers?” Sarah asks.
“Only do it if you see others doing the same, Snow White. You have to blend in with the crowd.”
“Right. Note to self, don’t ever wear any wigs, ever again. They itch a lot! Fucking disguise.” Sarah scratches her head furiously.
“You can always take it off, and come back to my place,” Rage whispers.
“What? You sound kind of muffled there.”
“I asked if you’ve made contact with my guy?” he says in a high-pitched, modulated voice.
Pussy.
