Hard Betrayal (Michelle Angelique Avenging Angel Series 2) by Jason Stanley

Author:Jason Stanley [Stanley, Jason]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dyslexic Dog Publishing
Published: 2017-12-03T05:00:00+00:00

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Twenty-Two: Pieces In Play

D’ANDRE’S EXPLORER PULLED UP to the corner, where graffiti-splattered plywood covered the windows of the empty storefront. Multiple piss stains spread out across the sidewalk away from the small alcove leading to the boarded-up front door. The odor of ammonia wafted out from the recess used by druggies for a bit of privacy to pee.

The rear side window came down. D’andre sat in the backseat and Willie pushed off the wall to stroll over.

“Get in, dog,” D’andre said. “We need to conversate.”

“Yo, T,” Willie called to his friend, “I’m going with D’andre a minute. Cover things here ‘till I get back.” D’andre stayed in the rear passenger seat forcing Willie to run around to the street side and climb in.

“You and Terrance did good working with Jerome,” D’andre said. “I can keep you on the crew if you wanna work for me. Bam’s dead, and you need to make a decision.”

“We’re good,” Willie said. “We’ve never had no problem with you. We always worked direct for Lewis before, but he’s gone, so we’re good with you running things.”

“You wanna stay good, step up and show me you’re solid,” D’andre said.

“What do you need?”

“I want you to go with Jerome for an important job. You go with him to do some more of what you guys did before.”

“Man, jacking those bitches was some weak shit. We only did it because we were pissed about what happened before.”

“So, you’re saying you won’t do this thing for me?”

“Naw, D’andre, it’s not like that. It’ll just be better if we go after the bitches that jacked us.”

“You’re going after who I tell you to go after. That’s what you’ll do.”

“If you’re sure, it’s good as done.”

“Look, muthafucka, I told you what I want, so that’s it. You in or out?”

“Yeah, sure, we’re in,” Willie said. “Whatever you say, D.”

“You’re goddamned right you’re in.”

D’andre tapped the back of the driver’s seat. “Pull over here.”

They had only gone about five blocks and were still in the same section of the hood. Without a word, the driver pulled over in front of a used car lot with a handful of very used cars. Scraggly weeds grew at the base of the bright orange-yellow, cement-filled, three- foot- high poles buried around the lot’s perimeter.

“Ride’s over,” D’andre said. “On the short walk back, take a minute to figure out what to say to Terrance. I don’t want to hear no shit later.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

“That’s right, it’s no problem. Don’t fuck this up. Jerome should be by soon to give you the four-one-one on what I want.”

On the way back, Willie stopped at a gas station convenience store and bought a couple of Gatorades, and when he got to his corner gave one to Terrance.

“Did you ever notice how the trashcan by the front door of Pete’s store always stinks like rotten garbage and dead coffee?” Willie asked.

“Not really. So what? This place stinks, too.”

“That’s what I mean. Those asshole druggies piss on the door every night, but we ignore the stink; it’s like we’re used to it.

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