𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎

Chapter 11

Vince's POV

Oh God. This son of a bitch really is messed up. But I'm gonna make conclusions later. I'm in front of his mansion. Damn, my salary wouldn't be enough even for the main door. And look at those balconies. It's like he's that rich Spanish badass from a cheap criminal movie that I try to act like. Well, no more time to lose. It's time to see that motherfucker. Those who brought me here pressed some button and the door opened. The first thing I see is a table. Well, now I see gold everywhere. Golden frames, golden chairs, golden chandeliers, everything is covered in gold. Damn, why all that gold when you're not even bronze? It's pointless. Okay, I see someone coming down the stairs. Well, well, well... Their soul to the devil who did sell?

"Boss... That's Victor Ramirez. He came to the office and..." Okay, this dude's serious. The fuck... He only raised his tattooed hand and everyone got still and quiet.
"Why are you here?" Haaaa, so that's Nikki Sixx in his prime.
"I'm here to talk about business. Why do you think I would sacrifice my life and go chasing ghosts?
"What business? Who the fuck are you?"
"Wow, wow, amigo, I don't mean evil to you. I'm here to help you out, man. Jacob McCloud said-"
"Okay, you can stay. Guys, you can go." I hate when someone interrupts me, but I think I can close my eyes for awhile.
"I'm sorry to bother you, señor. Maybe I should visit you another day."
"It's okay. And also, call me Nikki." I think I wanna vomit.

"Well, I'm here to make business."
"What are you interested in?"
"Well, it's not a certain particular type, but if you accept offers, I think we can make a deal."
"What's your offer for a box of one hundred Persians?"
"$50000"
"What?" Ding ding, we have a deal.
"Not more, nor less."
"Deal." I got ya.
"Muy Bien compadre. My office is on this address." I hope he doesn't know this place used to be surrounded by the police.
"The other end of the town? Wow, that's gonna be risky."
"What do you mean?"
"The cops are gonna find me."
"Wow, I don't work with criminals."
"I'm not a criminal." So pathetic.
"I believe you. But why are you scared of the cops?"
"Well, I want to be sure you can keep secrets." I promise I'll tell everything to everyone in the police station.
"You have my word, amigo."
"There's that lady who got into the police year ago. Her name is Moira Adams and she's a real slut. She's been arresting my suppliers on a random basis and my business is being reduced. I'm really afraid that she's gonna be the reason for an eventual bankrupt." I think I have to lie about something. I wanna see if he hates her to the extent of killing her. Damn, this son of a bitch. I don't want him to kill Moira. I have to make up something. But what?

"Moira Adams. Yeah, I have problems with her too. I know her from high school. She was a weirdo. She acted maniacally and she would keep her eye on anyone or anything suspicious. I think that's why she's going to be detective. Suspicions everywhere. Her mind is something really messed up to be honest." Oh Moira, I'm so sorry for saying that about you.
"High school? Hmm... Did she use to have a boyfriend or..." AM I HEARING THAT RIGHT?
"I hadn't been that close with her to know. But I don't think she had had a boyfriend. I think that she's still single."
"She's still single?" Damn, it's like you know her from somewhere. Tell me you fucking prick why you're asking that?
"Well, maybe. I don't think that someone will fall in love with that weird bitch." Moira, I hope you can forgive me.

"Well, to be honest, I don't think she's looking that bad though. There were times I would walk past the street and see her on the front seat of a cop car doing her makeup and... Whatever. Let's get back to business." The first time in my life when I agree with Nikki about something else. But let's check something out.
"Well, it's not a lie she's hot. I still have those nasty thoughts I had had in high school. Like, getting her naked in my bedroom and... You know." Whaaaat? Is he jealous? No way in hell. What the actual fuck?
"So, how are going to avoid the cops and their hot protege?"
"Don't think about it. I got this."
"It's a pleasure to make business with you, man." Finally. I thought my patience wouldn't be enough to stand this motherfucker any longer.
"The future seems promising, compadre. One last thing. Do you know anything about murdered detectives?"
"I've heard about it before. Did they get the culprit?" The culprit asking about himself. That's why I love my job.
"I hope the police will before they try to kill Moira."
"I don't think Moira's gonna be murdered." Do you promise?