“That’s the one.”
“One fucking hour, and you better have answers for me.”
I hung up the phone and climbed on my bike. I was taking a chance being in the city, but Little Rock was the largest city in Arkansas with over two hundred thousand people. Without my cut, I was just another nameless, faceless guy on a bike.
Pulling into Benton, I found a small diner off I-30 and sent the kid a pin, letting him know where I was. The waitress came over; she was young and pretty. Her dress pulled tight against her tits, and I made a production of adjusting my dick when she stood over me.
I smiled at her and her eyes filled with fear. Just the way I fucking liked it.
“W-would you like coffee?”
“Yeah, darlin’.”
I didn’t want to scare her too much. Not yet anyway. So I only winked at her and watched her ass jiggle as she scurried away. Then I focused my attention on the door and waited.
An hour and twenty fucking minutes later he finally strolled in. He sat down in the booth opposite me and I growled, “What took you so fucking long?”
“I had shit to finish before I could leave. This prospect gig is fucking bullshit.”
“Boo fucking hoo. Be glad you’re getting through it with the Silver Shadows, because if the Satan’s Angels got a hold of you, being my kid wouldn’t fucking matter.”
The waitress slowly made her way back to the table and my son flipped his cup over for her to pour him some coffee.
“Are you ready to order?”
“I just sat my ass down,” he snapped. “No, I’m not ready to fucking order.”
“Sorry,” she squeaked and rushed away.
I laughed out loud as my son shook his head. “Stupid bitch,” he grumbled.
“Where is she?” I asked.
“Can I get some fucking food first?” he muttered. He waved the girl over and we ordered. I didn’t have much faith the order would be right with the way her hand shook as she wrote it down.
God, I wanted to smack that tight little ass, but I kept my hands to myself. It wouldn’t do any good getting thrown out. I’d get my hands on her later.
“She’s at the clubhouse.”
“Fuck, how did she get there?”
“She showed up out of the blue. Why the fuck are we going after her? She doesn’t mean shit to us. She’s Stone’s fucking problem.”
“Because they’ll be expecting Stone. Strangers on a fucking train, kid.”
“What?” Christ, my kid was as dumb as the worthless cunt he came from.
“Strangers on a Trainwas a movie from the fifties. Two guys met on a train and started talking.” I shut my mouth as the waitress arrived again and nearly toppled the plate into my lap. God, she would feel so fucking good quivering around my dick.
I stared after her as she walked back toward the kitchen.
“Would you stop thinking with your dick and explain this shit.”
“Watch it, kid. You might be my son, but I’ll fucking put you in the ground,” I growled.
I added ketchup to my fries and continued, “Two guys meet on a train and start talking. They realize they both have people in their lives they need to get rid of, so they make a pact to kill the other’s person. That way there is no connection, no motive, and they each have an alibi.”
“So Stone is going after who?”
