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Granny Joel
Worick and Nicolas came just in time to save me from those mafia wannabes camping out around the off-limit zone. I told those greedy men to get the hell off the off-limit spot, but they wouldn't listen to me. So, I called Chad to get Worick and Nicolas to ruff these sons of bitches up and never to come back here again. Nicolas was putting in that work knocking the hell out of those greedy men while Worick sat on the sidelines with that flirty smirk on his face. Nicolas placed his foot in the center of a man's face.
"I feel so bad for pestering you, Handymen," I said, getting the cash payment for Handymen's services. "Here, take this for your trouble,"
"Thanks," Worick said with a lit cigarette in his mouth, taking the cash out of my hands.
Nicolas flipped the last mafia wannabe on his back against the hard cobblestone road of the back alleys. Once he was done, Nicolas's gray eyes glanced at me, then at Worick, waiting for the following order.
"You know this neighbor has been getting real sketchy," Worick said, looking at me with worry in his eye as he rubbed the back of his head. "I worry about you, Granny,"
I smiled, thinking it was so thoughtful of Worick to think about me and my safety. Erganstulum was already sketchy with the mafias, hookers, and con artists parading around the streets. Shit happened so much that you can do something like fucking a hooker, and no one will bat an eye to it. These people act like it's a regular thing around here.
"None sense Worick; I'm a tough old broad!" I replied with a closed eye smile on my face. "Besides you, fellas scare most of them off! That's why I like you!"
Worick gave a little chuckle while lightly blushing.
For a gigolo, he's easy to blush.
"Speaking of like, I would like to know where is my favorite Tag Clementine at?" I asked, beaming.
"She is back at the house doing god knows what in those four walls," Worick replied with a somewhat calm look on his face.
I hate to hear that Clementine is stuck at the house 24/7 the day. I know Nicolas and Worick do this because of what happened last time. It's been years since that incident, and I can still remember it to this day. Her crazed bloody thirst look filled the image in my brain. I can sometimes still hear Clementine's purpose yet mindless walk echoing the quiet back alleys where I think she is after me. Clementine left a blood bath for Chad and his crew to clean up the mess. It took a while for Nicolas and Worick to clean up their and Clementine's reputation around Egranstulum.
"Worick, you got to let that girl live!" I exclaimed with my hands on my hips. "That girl is only 33 years old, and she can't go out of the house. Is reckless!"
"I know, Granny, but you remember what happened that day? Clementine nearly had got the 4 Fathers to vote for her to die if it wasn't for Nicolas and me to kiss their asses doing their odd jobs for free!" Worick said with eyes full of sorrow. "Clementine is the light of our lives, we nearly lost her that day, and I don't want to fill that feeling of losing something ever again!"
