The broad keeps the kid close to her side, tucked behind her leg like she expects me to hurt him or something. Pisses me off. I’ve never fucking hurt a kid.
What the fuck’s she supposed to think though, right? Gets dragged in here and some some hired muscle comes in for her. Guess she’s got reason to be scared. Fuck, I don’t know what the fuck I’m here for either.
This could be some new fucking low Teddy’s got planned for me. Whack a broad and her kid right in front of witnesses. That gets out? I’m dead. Fuck, I don’t even want to think about how fucked up that gets.
To fucks like Teddy it might prove something. Like I’m fucking hardcore or some shit.
Other guys’d see it a little different. Like I’d crossed a line. I’d be a fucking marked man. A guy that’d off a woman and a kid just like that? A guy like that is somebody nobody’d ever trust. Fear and respect? Fuck yeah, but I got that already.
Don’t need to cross a fucking line that’d be painting a target on my head for every guy out there with kids he gives a shit about. It happens. Some of these guys care about their families and a guy that’d whack a broad holding her kid? That ain’t me.
I can’t show a damned thing either way. Can’t get pissed and walk away either. The second I turn my back on whatever the fuck they’re setting me up for, I get shot before I hit the fucking door. Shit, it could be a set up and the minute I go to whack the two of them, I get shot anyway just for looking like I’d do it. I’m fucking dead either way.
Right in front of the kid. No fucking way I let that happen, and not only cus I don’t want to bleed out on the floor like some schmuck. I may be a piece of shit but no way I let a kid see that. I’m not that far gone.
If it wasn’t me that did it, it’d be someone else just as easy. Always someone out there eager to prove what a hardass they are. A lot’d do it for nothing more than a nod from that fuck Teddy. Dogs begging for scraps. Hate to think Teddy’d just get on the phone and tap somebody else for it like some guy’s'd order something to eat. I have to hear this out.
So I stay where I am. Don’t look at the broad and the kid, and wait for Arms to tell me what the fuck it is I’m supposed to be doing here. Feels like I’m waiting to hear a death sentence.
Arms watches me the whole time. Wants to see if I’m gonna slip up. Get pissed. Walk away. Say no. One wrong move.
Everything shuts off. I’ve been here before. I live here.
Arms strikes a match on the edge of the desk. The sound’s loud and makes the woman jump. I get the feeling he does it on purpose. He’s one of those fuckers that gets off scaring women. Like that’s an accomplishment or something.
“There’s a van out back. Teddy wants you to take the broad and the kid.”
He’s talking about it, spelling out the steps like he’s talking about picking up his fucking dry cleaning. I watch him the whole time. It would make any other guy uncomfortable, I know. Trying to take it all in without hearing it so much. In case it’s shit I don’t really want to hear.
I can hear the woman breathing, fast. She’s fucking scared to death and maybe she’s got the right idea. The kid’s quiet now. Not a fucking sound. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.
“Where am I s’posed to take them?” I deadpan. Hoping that it’s to take them somewhere and drop them off, never see them again. Not get rid of them.
“Little eager, arentcha, Reese?”
Arm’s guy gets out at me. Don’t say fuck all and keep my eyes on Arms. The other guy isn’t important, he wont do fuck all on his own anyway. I keep where he is out of habit, so I can take him out easy if I have to. He knows it too and stays back enough.
Arms watches us both, not missing anything, sizing us both up to see who’ll move first. In a clean fight, fuck, even in a real fight, I can take this fucker out without raising a sweat. That’s not the question. It’s how clean the fight stays and who else gets hurt when it happens.
“Tired a fucking around. What’s the job.” I says finally. This shit’s played out long enough already.
Arms leans back in his chair, playing with his deck of smokes, end over end. “She belongs to Tony D’Angelo, in Vegas. Due to circumstances, she can’t be loaded onto a plane.”
That explains a fuck of a lot.
Circumstances. That means she ain’t exactly willing. No surprise there. It also means that it’s likely someone’s gonna come looking for her and if she shows up at an airport, any fucking airport, she’s gonna be flagged.
D’Angelo changes shit too. That’s one mother of a circumstance and explains why they need the muscle, not just some fucking driver.
I wait for the other shoe to drop. Know there’s another shoe. There’s always another fucking shoe.
“There’s a map in the van. You’re driving.”
All the way to Vegas. That’s a hell of a fucking shoe.
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