Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“We’re going to need a refund of fifty since the intel wasn’t complete.” Clark tsks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, sounding legitimately disappointed.
“I’ll get it from her,” I volunteer.
“Let someone else do it. I’ve got plans tonight.” Bam dusts nonexistent lint off the arm of his jacket.
“I can make the run alone. Just give me her address.” I hold out my hand toward Emile, who looks to Clark for permission.
“I don’t need the money tonight.”
I can feel him weighing my intentions. He senses something’s off. I try to ease off whatever intensity I’m generating. “Cool. We’ll see you on Sunday then.” Saturday is our day off. Sunday is spent with your family, if you have one. Sunday night you have to be back for your week’s instructions.
“You better give it to him. You know how he gets when he wants to do something. Single-minded.” Bam places his hands on the sides of his head and slides them forward, making an air tunnel in front of his face.
Clark has no visible change in his expression, but the air suddenly seems less oppressive. He nods to Emile, who quickly jots down Heather P’s address and shoves it into my hand. Clark counts out Bam and my cut and places the stack on the side of his desk. Bam snatches it up and kisses the stack. “Pleasure doing business with you, boss. We’re going to be sad when you leave.”
Like Ready, Clark’s about to age out. I don’t know who’s next in line. Maybe the Riders will install someone new. They did that with Clark. He was fifteen years old but able to take out half the enforcers before the Riders told him to stand down. Might makes right. He showed everyone he had what it took to lead, and no one’s questioned him since. Maybe one of the kids lounging around out front will take his place. I don’t really care much. Who sits in that chair doesn’t change my job, which is to collect money, keep my mouth shut, and make sure no one else yaps about the org either. Which means after Heather P, I’ll have to make a visit to Andy Nunn.
Chapter Four
ANDY
My feet are killing me, and I know it’s the sneakers. They’re so worn down I might as well be barefoot. Not that I would. I’m lucky the glue is still holding the sole of my shoe on. With how sticky the diner floor is, I won’t be shocked if it rips it right off.
“Anything else I can get you tonight?” I ask as I top off the two men’s coffees. They’ve been here for a few hours taking up a table and sipping on the world’s worst coffee. I’d know because I made it.
“We’re good,” one says.
“For now,” the other one responds, winking at me. He’s old enough to be my father, I think as his gaze goes to my tits. Gross.
“All right.” I give a forced smile before returning the pot to the burner. Only another hour and I can get the hell out of here.
Tips have been shit tonight, and we have slowed way down. I’m just thankful that I’m not relying as heavily on them as I thought I would be.
“Bobby,” I call to our cook through the kitchen window. The whole place has a retro vibe, or it once did. Now it truly is retro.
“Do you want dinner?” he asks, shoving his phone into the front pocket of his shirt and pulling his vape out in the process to take a drag.
“Yes, I’m starving.”
“No free dinner for you tonight.” Todd steps out from his small office, glaring at me through the window. “You were late.”
“It was only a couple of minutes, and I’m never late!”
He’s only pissed because Willow had to cover those couple of minutes, and I’m sure she took it out on him. I wouldn’t classify them as being in a relationship, but they often bang it out in his office, and I once walked in on it. Unfortunately for me, that image is now burned into my memory for eternity. It’s one of those things you wish you could unsee, but it doesn’t work that way.
I honestly don’t know how she fucks him, maybe because she doesn’t get a view of his saggy ass in the process. Either way, I wouldn’t fuck him for better shifts or whatever extra perks she gets.
“Late is late,” he says, locking the door to his office. “I’m headed home.”
“Tell your wife I said hi,” I call after him as Bobby fights a laugh. I don’t think she really cares if he’s banging Willow. She might be thankful that she doesn’t have to sleep with him.
“I’ll make you something,” Bobby says when we hear the back door of the diner close.
“I can pay.” I don’t want him getting into trouble. Plus, I’m no longer out the money I owed for my mother’s drugs. I’m still not sure why they let me off. They probably haven’t and will be back to collect in one way or another.