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what
you want with them, and then give them to me and I’ll take care of them. That
will distract Hamilton, and I know you have some vendetta against Birch.”
    At this point I’ve lost all feeling. I usually don’t do
anything like this unless someone crosses my path. I’ve had plenty of
ex-employees that Richard’s had to take care of, and who cares about these
girls, right? Their dads are hot on my trail, and what are they to me? I can
bring them here, let the guys have some fun and then let Richard take care of
them so they’ll never be found. This will not only teach Hamilton and Birch a
lesson, but it’ll also keep them away from me and what I do. “Yeah, sounds like
a plan. I don’t care how you do it, just get it done.”
    “Sure, Cuz. We’ll deliver them to you tomorrow night.”
    “No, we’re not working tomorrow night. Deliver them two
nights from now. Make sure they come to my warehouse, not the other.”
    I don’t listen for his response. I end the phone call and
look at Carlos.
    “Hey. We have a shipment of girls arriving in a couple of
nights. Two girls to be exact. I’m putting you in charge. I don’t care what you
do to them, just make sure they’re out of the public eye. When you’re finished
with them, let me know and Richard will make them disappear.”
    “We’re doing kidnappings now, boss?” Marcus asks with his
eyebrows raised high and a hard look in his eyes.
    “Yep. Just started.” I take a swig of my beer and look back
to the television. Nobody will question me. They don’t have the guts. I’ve
never done a kidnapping before, but hell, why not add it to my stellar resume?
     

     
    TO RECOVER EVEN more from my
pity-party, I decide to do what I do best. We have the night off and I need
something to remove the edge. Marcus and I sit on the apartment deck to smoke a
joint. The smoke circles above the lights and I’m feeling nothing, which is the
point.
    I’m pretty sure if all this car theft stuff doesn’t kill me,
marijuana will. My nerves are on edge with thoughts of Birch and Hamilton. I’m
still not sure about this kidnapping scheme, but I know I will see it through.
Birch needs to pay for what he’s done. I want to make him feel the exact pain
he caused me all those years ago.
    I’m starting to feel the effects of the pot. This shit is
the shit when you’re looking to forget the shit that is your life. Wait, did
I just use shit three times in a sentence? I laugh at how hilarious I am,
as I lean back more in my chair. Marcus looks over at me, his eyes glazed even
more than mine. “What you laughing at, boss?” Are his words slurred? I really
can’t tell.
    “Nothing, man. Just thinking how incredibly funny I am.”
    “Yeah, you’re pretty funny.”
    He says this sarcastically, and I start to get pissed off
because hell, I’m funny when I want to be. I’m about to tell him this, when the
door swings open, and out walks sex on legs. It’s Maggie Smith, and I both love
and hate this woman. She’s been with all of us, which makes her nothing
special, but she says that I’m her favorite. I know what she’s here for, and
it’s not to swap recipes with Sally. She’s screaming what she wants by the way
she’s dressed; a short black skirt and a halter top that’s pushing her cleavage
up to her neck.
    “What’s going on out here?” Her voice is high-pitched and
annoying as hell.
    “Marcus and I are just chilling out,” I answer because I
know I’m the one she’s here for.
    “Care if I join?” She slightly acknowledges Marcus as she
walks over, straddles my lap, and removes the joint from my hand. She takes a
drag and lets the smoke fan out from her thick lips in that seductive way she
has about her. Her long black hair frames her tits, and I notice that her black
skirt is almost pushed up to her ass by the way she’s sitting on me.
    I hate this, and I know I’m going to regret my decision
tomorrow, but I can never tell this girl no. She has some