Chapter 12- Lapse
She didn't know whichhurt more, the lip or the wounded pride.She sucked at math and trying to use Passion Fruits calculations for taking down a man twice her size had earned the lady a fat lip.Had she gone with what she knew how to do, she would have taken him down with no issue, and now she had to clean her weapon.Cleaning the weapon would indicate to Mustang that she’d fired it, but one step at a time.
The first step came in sending the photo to Azrael.She didn't know how much this kind of job paid, but hopefully it was enough to pay down her credit card so she could run it back up with some guns and ammo.The photo sent, she aimed the SUV towards home, grimacing at the time.
“This is going to mess with my timing on that pie,” she said, adding in her earpiece.Just as she did the phone rang.It was the Boss.
“Go for Cranberry,” Helen said softly, her speech impacted by the lip.
“You sound funny; is everything okay?”
“Busted lip from a nasty trick,” Helen said.“Put a bullet in him to make him think on his evil ways.He limped away but still alive.”
“Discharged your weapon.I assume it was necessary,” Azrael commented.“Any news for me?”
“Nothing you want to hear, especially finding out Swallowtail is in your backyard,” Helen said.“She also has a thing for girls that she sells and pimps out to women.”
“Excuse me?”Azrael said.
“It gets worse.She starves the girls then when they are near mad with hunger, she covers herself in food and becomes the entrée, enjoying it a bit too much.”
“That is truly disturbing,” Azrael said.“You want first dibs on pulling the trigger?”
Helen held the line.
“Women and people like Swallowtail...,” she said, taking a pause to gather her thoughts.“The Archangel told me that anyone can pull a trigger.Ending her life would be too easy.Let's make her suffer like she's done with those girls.”
Azrael really liked Helen.She was a thinker.A planner.It wasn't a one and done with her, and she had an idea.
“Let's hear it,” she said to Helen.
“Money is her tool of torture and power,” Helen said.“Let's track the money, then slowly take it in small, medium, and large increments.I want her to check accounts and notice a few thousand here, a few hundred there leaving her pockets.I want to take the property, the vehicles, the boat, and the fur coats I’m sure she wears over her naked ass grandma body.I want the expensive bottles of wine and every damned thing else.I want to take everything she has and then invite her for a sit down.”
“You're scary,” Azrael said, “and what are you going to do at the sit down?”
“Serve the bitch a slice of cake and ask her how it feels to be at the mercy of someone and you feel helpless?”Helen said.
“Yep, scary.Keep me updated,” Azrael said and ended the call.
Helen felt tired.She felt tired in her soul, and these people with their cocoons, pupas and fields of flowers were getting on her fucking nerves.As she exited the interstate, driving to her home, the Technician phone rang again.It was the operator with a request to connect from Sour Grapes.Helen didn't feel like being bothered with this bullshit either, but she took the call.
“Go for Cranberry,” she said.
