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Three-thirty now. He’s got the four of us waiting with our cocks in our hands, but since I’m responsible for this partnership I’m the one who’s going to get pissed on.
At this hour with Mulligan’s now closed we’re lucky we haven’t seen any cops sweeping the parking lot. I’m sure it’s just a matter time, though. After another five minutes we finally see the rat bastard’s Monte Carlo pull into the parking lot, then next to my Ninety-Eight where we’re all leaning against it. I notice he doesn’t switch off his engine.
Considering the situation I can’t bother with pleasantries. “Raleigh, you got our take?”
The twitchy bastard hands over a black gym bag from his passenger seat. “Yeah, it’s all there.”
I give the bag to Bert as he hops back into my car so he can do a quick visual. I bet no more than four seconds go by before he’s humming “mmhm” to himself, which isn’t good news. “Raleigh, Raleigh, you’re short, man,” He finally says with that incredulous disbelief that raises his voice an octave or two. “I see . . . ten . . . eleven . . . twelve grand here! Four ways that’s only three grand, man.”
Tevin says, “Dude, that puts us out one k each.”
“I think somebody failed grade school math,” Percy says reaching for the piece that he keeps in his inside breast pocket, thankfully not pulling it.
The total take was twenty k with our cut being sixteen of that. Nice and even, Steven. So divide that by four and that should be four grand each. But that ain’t the case, hombre. Looking back at Raleigh I tell him to turn his car off and stay awhile, but—
“That’s all right,” He says, now brandishing his Glock nine at us. “I’ve got other plans.” Next thing I know he peels off in his Monte Carlo, leaving us not only with our cocks in our hands but now with a sever case of blue balls. Naturally, the boys are livid.
“Mutha—”
“Lets chase his ass down!”
“Bert, Percy, don’t worry about it.” They won’t believe it, but I’m actually prepared this time. “I took out an insurance policy in case something like this happened.”
Acknowledgment paints Bert’s face. “Let me guess, dude don’t know you’re banging his girl?”
“That’s only the half of it.”
Written: December 12 & 13, 2009. The full story originally published in February 2015 by Dead Guns Press. This sample is for electronic access and online archiving, and is intended for reading and reviewing purposes only – any other unauthorized use or dissemination is strictly prohibited.
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