had to go away.
Tank was leaning against the wall
when she stepped inside the building. Ginny had the horrible urge to giggle,
wondering if the building was going to withstand his weight or would it come
tumbling down on them both as they talked?
“Been watching that girl. You know
she’s got some man living with her most nights? Gonna make it a bit harder to
get to her with him hanging around, you know,” he said as she handed him the
money. “Might have to give you a two-fer.”
“Give me or charge me for the two of
them? I don’t give two shits about his ass. If you take him out, then it’s
going to be on your own dime, not mine. The girl needs to be dead. How you do
it or who you take out with her is none of my concern.” She watched as he
thumbed through the money with his fat fingers. “I’ll give you the rest when
you finish the job and no one points their fingers at me.”
“I’m a pro-fess-i-nell.” She hated
the way he stretched out that one word like it was supposed to be funny. Professional
what, is what she wanted to ask him. Eater?
“See that you are. Do you have any
idea when you might make the hit?” She loved that term, it sounded so evil. “I
want her gone and if you do a good job with this one, I’ll use you in the other
hits I have planned. I want them all gone.”
He looked at her sharply and she
was suddenly unsure of him. Was he a hit man or an undercover cop? She didn’t
break eye contact with him, but waited for him to look away first. She wasn’t
sure why, but felt that if she had done so he would have lost respect for her
as a killer. That made her feel so much better that she simply forgot about him
possibly being undercover. Besides, who the fuck would hire someone as big as
he was anyway?
They talked for an hour more. He
tried to convince her that she could get a good discount if she sucked him off
and she assured him there wasn’t enough of a discount for her to do that even
if he were to give her the money back. She wanted to ask him if he’d even seen
his dick in a while, but didn’t. She was afraid he’d try to whip it out and she
was worried about his health. She wanted him to work this though first then he
could die any fucking time he wanted.
Ginny waited for the cab to pick
her up again and walked to the little cafe she’d seen there several weeks ago.
It was a nice place that served hot coffee in real cups and donuts that gave
you a sugar rush that lasted most of the day. She was sitting at a small table
by the window when she saw a paper lying open on the table across from her.
The money-grubbing whore was on
the front page. There was this long article about how she and Ginny’s Cain had
donated some god-awful amount of money to some stupid halfway house for
ex-cons. Ginny snorted. The only thing that ex-cons needed was a chance to get
at the bitch’s money, not some house where they were being taught the way
things were going to be from now on and to be told that they needed to stay out
of prison. Really? No shit, dumb ass. She knew that Roscoe hadn’t been in one
of those houses and he’d turned out all right. If the whore had given him the
money he’d still be alive right now.
By the time her cab came to get
her she was pissed again. She needed to get these people gone so that she could
show these cock-suckers what to do with all that cash. She wouldn’t be donating
any of it to anyone unless it was to a charity of her own. She was getting into
the cab when she thought of a perfect name. “I Fucking Did it My Way and
Still Came Out Smelling Like a Rose Charity.”
Chapter 10
Jasmine Blackwell was outted the
next morning.
Jazzie was glad that Nathan had
spent the night when she opened the paper the next morning and read the
headline. Didn’t these people have anything better to report as the top news
story, she wondered? The length of the article made her cringe and Nathan
turned from cooking their breakfast when she moaned.
“At least
Tank was leaning against the wall
when she stepped inside the building. Ginny had the horrible urge to giggle,
wondering if the building was going to withstand his weight or would it come
tumbling down on them both as they talked?
“Been watching that girl. You know
she’s got some man living with her most nights? Gonna make it a bit harder to
get to her with him hanging around, you know,” he said as she handed him the
money. “Might have to give you a two-fer.”
“Give me or charge me for the two of
them? I don’t give two shits about his ass. If you take him out, then it’s
going to be on your own dime, not mine. The girl needs to be dead. How you do
it or who you take out with her is none of my concern.” She watched as he
thumbed through the money with his fat fingers. “I’ll give you the rest when
you finish the job and no one points their fingers at me.”
“I’m a pro-fess-i-nell.” She hated
the way he stretched out that one word like it was supposed to be funny. Professional
what, is what she wanted to ask him. Eater?
“See that you are. Do you have any
idea when you might make the hit?” She loved that term, it sounded so evil. “I
want her gone and if you do a good job with this one, I’ll use you in the other
hits I have planned. I want them all gone.”
He looked at her sharply and she
was suddenly unsure of him. Was he a hit man or an undercover cop? She didn’t
break eye contact with him, but waited for him to look away first. She wasn’t
sure why, but felt that if she had done so he would have lost respect for her
as a killer. That made her feel so much better that she simply forgot about him
possibly being undercover. Besides, who the fuck would hire someone as big as
he was anyway?
They talked for an hour more. He
tried to convince her that she could get a good discount if she sucked him off
and she assured him there wasn’t enough of a discount for her to do that even
if he were to give her the money back. She wanted to ask him if he’d even seen
his dick in a while, but didn’t. She was afraid he’d try to whip it out and she
was worried about his health. She wanted him to work this though first then he
could die any fucking time he wanted.
Ginny waited for the cab to pick
her up again and walked to the little cafe she’d seen there several weeks ago.
It was a nice place that served hot coffee in real cups and donuts that gave
you a sugar rush that lasted most of the day. She was sitting at a small table
by the window when she saw a paper lying open on the table across from her.
The money-grubbing whore was on
the front page. There was this long article about how she and Ginny’s Cain had
donated some god-awful amount of money to some stupid halfway house for
ex-cons. Ginny snorted. The only thing that ex-cons needed was a chance to get
at the bitch’s money, not some house where they were being taught the way
things were going to be from now on and to be told that they needed to stay out
of prison. Really? No shit, dumb ass. She knew that Roscoe hadn’t been in one
of those houses and he’d turned out all right. If the whore had given him the
money he’d still be alive right now.
By the time her cab came to get
her she was pissed again. She needed to get these people gone so that she could
show these cock-suckers what to do with all that cash. She wouldn’t be donating
any of it to anyone unless it was to a charity of her own. She was getting into
the cab when she thought of a perfect name. “I Fucking Did it My Way and
Still Came Out Smelling Like a Rose Charity.”
Chapter 10
Jasmine Blackwell was outted the
next morning.
Jazzie was glad that Nathan had
spent the night when she opened the paper the next morning and read the
headline. Didn’t these people have anything better to report as the top news
story, she wondered? The length of the article made her cringe and Nathan
turned from cooking their breakfast when she moaned.
“At least
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