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She glanced over her shoulder as the police cars sped by, completely ignoring them.
Tony smiled. “All part of the plan.”
“Why are we going home? Why aren’t you going to Tom’s?” She shifted her gaze.
“Mind your own business.”
This wasn’t good. She’d been sitting right next to Tony when the call came in.
Go get my product, my money, and bring it to me.
Was Tony going to really double-cross Tom? Not a good idea.
“When you kill a man in front of me and expect me to go along, it is my business. Now tell me what you plan on doing?”
“It’s pretty simple.” Tony snagged his phone and tapped the screen. It rang twice.
“Tony, man. What’s the good news,” Tom’s voice bellowed through the vehicle.
“Shit, dude. You’re not going to like this one bit. But I just circled Ollie’s building and had to bug out. The cops are there. I don’t know why, but it’s not looking good.”
“Don’t fuck with me, Tony. I’m not in the mood.”
“Dude, I’m not,” Tony said. “I’ll go back in an hour when things calm down.”
“You better. And you better keep me posted. I’m sick of that little shit stealing from me. Deal with this, or I’m dealing with you.”
“Yes, sir.”
The line went dead.
Tony was going to be dead too, if he wasn’t careful.
She had no intentions of letting that be her fate.
As soon as Tony pulled into the parking lot of their shitty-ass apartment where the halls had a constant stench of weed, she snagged the bag of cocaine and hauled ass inside.
Tony cracked open a beer, opened a bottle of pills, and washed them down with a big gulp.
“Want one, babe?” he asked.
“You know I don’t do that shit.” She’d tried it once and she fucking hated it.
“You should take one. Or two. It will help calm you down.” He took his beer and flopped on the pullout sofa, which was also their bed. He flicked on the television. Something he stole and he was so freaking proud of that. “Holy shit.” He leaned forward, pointing frantically. “They’re already reporting on Ollie.”
“A man was shot and killed today in the building behind me. Police have not made any statements yet. However, we do know that the victim has an extensive record. He served time for drug trafficking and was released from prison two years ago. We’ll report back more at six.”
“That’s fucking perfect,” Tony said. “Do you have any idea how much money is in that bag over there?”
“I don’t.”
“Fifty grand. In unmarked bills.” He smiled. “And the coke? That’s worth a lot. I cut it right, we can make a killing and Tom will think one of his enemies killed Ollie for it. We’re set.” He leaned back again, tucking a hand inside his pants.
Tom wasn’t the kind of man you crossed and she wasn’t going to be around when Tony figured that out.
“I need a shower.” She palmed her cheek. It still throbbed.
“When you’re done, make me a sandwich.”
