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When I don’t answer, I get a text right away.
UNKNOWN: baby, it’s Hawk. Answer the door!
ME: stop bothering me!
UNKNOWN: IMG
The image that pops up is a picture of Hawk holding a piece of paper with the date and time. I feel better that he is showing this to me. I don’t know who to trust. I don’t know which way is up and which way is down.
There is a knock on the door again. This time I jump up to answer it.
Gear is standing in front of me and he is looking around the apartment. “I need you and your daughter to come with me.”
I shake my head. “Are you serious?”
He must be joking. There is no way I’m going anywhere with him.
Gear grabs me by the elbow and leads me to the back of the apartment where my room is. He shuts the door and I’m suddenly very afraid. I back up until I reach the nightstand with my gun in it.
“I’m here to take you to Hawk. I don’t wanna hurt you, Maci.”
“Why isn’t he here then?” I ask stubbornly.
“I wanna know the same question. Judgin’ by the scared look in your eye, I can see you don’t want me here. If it means anything to you, all I wanna do is get you to Hawk.”
Hawk calls me again, but this time it is over video chat. I click on the answer button and he takes over my screen.
“Baby, listen to Gear. You’re in danger,” he informs me as if I already didn’t know.
“I know that!” I hiss.
He throws up a hand in mock surrender. “I want you and your daughter at my shop so I can keep an eye on you.”
“I can’t do this to my kid again!” I argue stupidly.
I already know I lost the fight.
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GEAR: we’re on our way but she is pissed!
ME: thank you brother
GEAR: you owe me. She almost cut my balls off
ME: that’s my woman
GEAR: you sure about this?
ME: never been more sure in my life
GEAR: all right. On our way
It takes them about fifteen minutes to get to my tattoo shop. I’m doing the outline for my customer and the tattoo is looking really good.
“Jesus, fuck! You have heavy hands tonight!” He gripes.
