Page 36 of Sweet Dreams
I find it strange that Teagan still hasn’t messaged me. It's already past lunch, and I haven’t heard a peep from her. I can’t blame her. She’s probably pissed at me, and I don’t blame her; I left in the middle of the night. I'm on the fence about reaching out to her. Theway she spoke, it sounded like she already knew how things would turn out. I’m not sure she can handle friends with benefits.
Maybe I'll just keep my distance as myself and only return when I'm wearing my mask. It just seems like the best way to stay safe. Eventually, she'll move on from me, and I'll do the same in time. I shouldn’t have become friends with her; being her stalker was safer.
“Blackwell, get your head in the game. This is a serious job.”
Every job is serious. I swear Leroy is a drama queen. When he called, he made it out to be life or death, and I had to be out here pronto.
“Yeah, got it. Only been sitting here for hours.” Annoyance floods me. He should’ve figured this shit out before calling me.
He pushed me up against the brick wall, getting close to my face. “Listen here. The only reason why I keep you around is because you still owe me. If it weren’t for that, I would’ve tossed your ass long ago.”
I push him back. “I don’t owe you shit. I paid you back tenfold. You can’t find anyone stupid enough to keep doing this with you, and that’s the only reason you keep calling me.”
He points his finger at me, narrowing his dark eyes. “Watch what you say, or you’ll find yourself in more trouble than you're worth.”
“And you’re an asshole. Where’s the car you want stolen?”
“We need the black Cadillac Blackwing.” He nods to the blacked-out car across the street.
In this area, only a specific group of people drive this particular car. I’m not too fond of being shot or stabbed when I try to steal a drug dealer's car. I would say this is the first time stealing a drug dealer’s car, but it isn’t and sadly won’t be the last. I have a hard time saying no. And honestly, the money isn’t bad.
“Leroy, who’s car is that?’
He scratches his chin. “It’s um. Wolf’s.”
I turn to him. “Are you shitting me? You want me to steal from Wolf. Nope. I’m fucking out. You’re on your own.”
“Silas, seriously. Grow a pair. That asshole owes me. Steal his car, and I promise to never call you again for a job.”
“And if I get shot?”
“Won’t happen. Now finish the job.”
There's no point in arguing anymore; it’s like talking to a toddler half the time. I point to the tow truck so Leroy gets the hint that I’m ready to go. There’s only one way to steala newer vehicle, and that’s to do a fake repo—no one questions when a tow truck pulls up and hooks up to a car.
Pulling up enough that the tilt bed has enough space to touch the tires. I leave Leroy in the cab while I get to work, hooking up the axle to the winch. I hate crawling under such low cars, but I’m also glad I’m not overly tall. When I press the button on the truck deck, the winch slowly pulls the car ahead. I feel that with each passing minute, Wolf and his crew will come crawling out of the building next to us and shoot without questions.
I shoot daggers at the back of Leroy’s head as he sits sheltered in the cab; the sooner this is finished I’m out. Then he owes me for once. The winch comes to a halt, and I press a different button to raise the flatbed. I quickly climb onto it and strap the car down. I don't know why, but I'm feeling super on edge as I hop back into the cab.
“About damn time. We need to leave, that there is a member of Wolf’s crew.” Leroy points to a guy standing a few feet across the parking lot, having a smoke. Surprisingly, he hasn’t noticed us yet.
I knew something wasn’t right.
“We can’t get away without drawingattention.”
“Either way, we’re attention seeking whores, Blackwell. We’ve got a six-figure car loaded on the back of this bad boy. What do you suggest we do?”
Fuck. No matter what we pick, shit is about to go down. But driving away seems to be the safest option, and if we do it fast enough, we can be a reasonable distance away before the crew tries to find us. Slamming the truck into gear, I step on the gas. The truck rocks forward and roars to life. The little prick comes running toward us, phone to his ear. I glance at the passenger side mirror and notice the door swinging open to the building with Wolf sprinting towards us, frantically waving his arms.
“I think he knows we stole his car.” I chuckle, turning out of the parking lot and onto the street.
“Good, now fucking drive like you stole it.”
I roll my eyes. What a lame response. Then again, Leroy is older than dirt. I turn the corner and relax.
“I swear, Leroy. I’m never doing your shady business again. You need to find someone else.”
“Don’t be such a pussy, Blackwell. You act like you were shot at.”