Riptide [H.S]

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Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace, of doubt in my mind
I'm in love, I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her if I tried

im a believer - smash mouth

"Look man- I think you have the wrong person. Seriously there is no way that I'm associated with you"

I tried to explain rambling for the fifth time seeing him only lift his eyebrows at my unfunny jokes and dry sense of humor of me wanting to keep my life so I can pay my water bill that's a bit overdue, it must have been talking for at least 30 minutes by now and he still hasn't told me to shut up which is strange although he has an annoyed expression on his face his eyes were amused by me.

Maybe he has a permanent bitch face.

One that looks like he could kill me with his pinky and get rid of my body without anyone even missing me or questioning why I'm suddenly gone. I couldn't help but keep darting at the dead guy on the floor, I know it's sad his life was taken away but his starting to smell and flies had began to swarm around him which is making me gag.

"And for the love of God. If you're gonna kill me do it now, I just saw a Beatle get in that man's mouth and I really don't wanna know what happens next" I expressed very stoically trying my best not to seem as if I were currently losing my mind afraid that he was going to kill me, I had to pretend that the gun in his hand wasn't making me piss myself.

Harry finally laughed shaking his head at me putting the guy away motioning with his fingers, thinking we were alone two huge black SUV's parted behind him one opening the truck of the car while 4 men came out from the front heading towards me. I braced myself for their strong hands to throw me around like a doll to shove me in the back but I just watched them pick up Dead Dylan and shove him in the trunk.

He snapped his fingers again and my mouth popped open to see the dude who asked about me, he looked at me pissed with a black eye but his shirt was no longer covered in tomato sauce, I held my hand to my mouth as I noticed the new change of shirt. It was a black form fitting shirt written 'two seater' with two large arrows pointing to his dick and face, Harry noticed this when he got closer raising an eyebrow at his shirt.

"It's the only one that fitted me" That didn't answer his question making the man raise both his answers trying to understand why his employee looked like shit "She threw a hot dog at me and I got beat up by nuns"

Well who told the Irishman to go head deep into a nun.

I let out a wheeze not being able to keep it in that he really got his ass handed by him by a bunch of nuns, Harry found it funny as well but he turned his face to let out a small laugh covering it with a cough. He just extended his hand towards the guy grabbing the file from his hand before gesturing for him to leave, when he was about to leave he threw a harsh glare at me with his black eye.

I didn't submit to his level and glared at him, I just smiled and drew the holy cross in front of me causing him to trip on his own feet.

"Fiona Gardner? Age forty five...divorced with three kids. I assume this is you?" He gave me a blank stare clearly seeing that the information I had put on the house was fake and not me, even though for all he knew I could be a forty five divorced woman that does to much jazzercize to keep her rocking body.

Plus if he really dug into it, he'd find our Fiona is actually dead...soo

"You know River...it's quiet hard to track you down, putting out fake names, stealing social security cards and drivers license but the good thing I have great connections, so I finally figured who was running my streets -Especially how clean you work." He smiled, even though it didn't reach his eyes the smile wasn't genuine, it was intimidating and a bit hot- I blame the accent "It's impressive to say the least, the people you've gathered their trust. The people you've stolen for your gain as well"