Page 70 of Sweet Pea

“That depends on who you are and why you’re trying to kill Wolf.”

“I’m Trouble.”

“I’ll bet you are,” I said.

“It’s my name, dickhead.”

“Trouble, huh? Sounds like a club name. Is Wolf the estranged father who walked out on you?”

Trouble made unbroken eye contact with me for the first time.

“You don’t know the first thing about my father. Wolf isn’t worthy to lick dog shit from the bottom of my father’s boots.”

“That leaves business,” I said. “Am I gonna find a kutte underneath that hoodie?”

“I’d advise against looking,” she said, and I didn’t doubt her.

“This is about Doozer isn’t it?” I asked.

Trouble stiffened.

“You were his woman, weren’t you?” I asked, unable to fight back a smile.

“What the fuck is so funny?” Trouble seethed.

“You need to come with me, right now,” I said.

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