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“Making a funny noise,” he says. “I think the back brakes are grinding? I’m not a mechanic.”

“We’ll get you all fixed up, sir,” I say. “How about you hop on out and we’ll give you a call when we’ve taken a look.”

The man climbs out of the van. He leaves it running.

We stare each other down.

He’s trying to make sure I’m the right guy just as I’m doing the same to him.

There’s well into six-figures worth of heroin hidden inside this van.

This is my operation now. This is my gig. This is my power.

I watch the man stroll toward the end of the lot.

There’s another vehicle waiting. A huge SUV. All black. Tinted windows.

Fucking thing looks like a drug dealer’s vehicle.

The passenger window goes down just enough so that I can see Axel’s eyes.

I lift my right middle finger at him.

His problem in all this is that he hesitated.

Someone showed up and wanted to control his business and he didn’t shoot first and ask questions later. He hesitated. He scampered around.

What a weak, pathetic guy who pretends to have power.

I wait for Axel to leave and then I climb into the minivan and drive it into the last garage bay.

I park the van, shut it off, and close the garage door.

Everything goes perfectly to plan.

The van shows up first. Then the cars. The van is unloaded into the cars.

And things just go round and round.

To further protect ourselves, I have invoices made up for each vehicle and the van. Repairs. Costs. Invoices. Payments. Everything.

I toss Mutt the keys. “Close up shop for the day. I’m going to grab a shower. Be gone when I’m done.”

The entire walk up to the apartment and to the bathroom, I think about my Katie girl’s succulent cunt. Even when I slapped her cunt, grabbed her clit and pinched ithardshe loved it. She jumped, groaned and thrust and wanted more.

I stand in the shower and look down at my cock.

I grab it with my right hand and give it a few tugs as I think about my Katie girl.

Fuck, I think about her all those years ago when I first met her.

Who the fuck do you think popped her cherry? Who the fuck do you think protected her fiercely then? I loved her in dresses back then. She’d wear sundresses and just look so…

My cock starts to lift as it fills with blood.

I refuse to jerk off right now.

All I know is that showing up to my Katie girl’s house when I got out of prison… I had no idea what would really happen from there. She could have punched me in the face, kicked me in the balls, slammed the door and called the cops on me.