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that.”
    “Why?”
    “Why? Because you didn’t mean to hurt me,” she says shrugging. “And I believe in second chances. Senior believed in second chances. My guys working for me are second chances and I came back for one myself. Don’t you think you deserve one too?”
    “No,” I tell her bluntly. I hurt her twice. Three times if you count kicking her desk. If I were to do it again, I’d probably blown my own head off I’m that fucked up about it.
    “Well,” she says, opening her door and smirking at me. “I’d like the chance to prove you wrong.”
    “I’m never wrong,” I tell her.
    “The door’s open Loyal, please come in,” she says quietly and once she turns away, I do exactly what she hoped I’d do.
    I follow her.
    Taking a seat, I notice she looks better than she did hours ago. Her headache had really kicked her ass but the hand print around her neck is kicking mine. Now she’s smiling and I decided her smile was better than any sunset I’ve ever seen and I’ve seen my share.
    “I need an enforcer,” she says, dropping that bomb as well as a pile of files that took both arms to lift. “Before you shoot me down, Rio has been our top enforcer since I was in high school but, I need a second.”
    “And?”
    “And,” she says, leaning forward catching my eyes. “I want you .”
    My dick heard and I want you to bend me over this desk and fuck me but my mind realized not only is she not curbing me, she just offered me a job.
    “Speechless?” she asks, sitting on the edge of her desk taking me in from head to toe. “It’s okay, I tend to say what I’m thinking like you do. I need to get on these collections like yesterday, Loyal. I wasn’t kidding when I said I was broke. Plus you’re a civilian now and Senior said coming home and trying to act like one was tough. You need an outlet, I’m offering you one. It’s a cake walk compared to what you’re used to, but it’s something, right? If you’re lucky someone will get lippy and you can squeeze in a free swing or two. That’s allowed by the way. You can start out with me doing the collecting and I’ll show you the ropes. I have a feeling you’ll have more success than I will.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you’re scary.”
    “Just say I’m ugly, Rion.”
    “If I thought you were ugly, I’d say so. But you are scary. Do you smile?”
    “No.”
    “That’s too bad. I bet it’s nice as far as smiles go. I’ll bet you a dinner that you cook, that within one week, I’ll get you to smile for me. A real smile, where I see the top and bottom rows.”
    “I’ll do it but you ain’t paying me for this,” I tell her. “I owe you. But I ain’t cooking or going on a date with you either.”
    “Wow,” she says whistling loud. “I meant a friendly dinner at the apartment, but I get it. You’re taken, it’s cool. I’m a lot of things, but I’m not a poacher. Besides, I like carry out and I’m not big on change.”
    Just before I could ask her what the fuck she was talking about, the phone rang and she spent the next hour placing bets like it was second nature. She lets me know it’s time to hit the streets and grabbing her bag, our first stop was collecting a debt together, in the same fucking car. Jesus, I can’t believe she actually does this. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this either.
    More than anything, I can’t believe I’m fucking excited about it.
     

‘We all require and want respect, man or woman, black or white. It's our basic human right.’
    ~Aretha Franklin
    I felt like I recovered nicely from the let’s do dinner, I’m desperate comment. Senior would slap me upside the head for asking out a man that was spoken for but, dammit there is just something about the guy. I wasn’t lying when I said within the week I’ll make him smile.
    I don’t place bets that I stand a chance at losing. Plus, more than anything I wanted to win that smile. I knew he had nice chompers and I wanted proof by way of