Poisonous

Chapter Ten

                I feel a little bit safer with my new accessory. I stare at the gun in my hand and run my fingers across the snake carved into the side of the gun. I recently bought it as a means of protection and had it personalized to my liking. I slide it into its sleeve and place it inside my purse. I quickly slip my shoes on and make my way out of my house, easily slipping inside my car and starting it up. The street is crowded as I pull into a parking spot next to Belle Perfection. I pay no mind to the people on the sidewalk as I make my way inside; I place my purse in my locker and grab my order pad before heading to the dining area.

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               "Hey Cain", Nolan says as he rushes into my office, "We have a problem". "What is it?", I ask. "You know that girl you hired to help with our current job?", he asks. "Yeah, her name was Crystal something", I reply. "Well, her body was just found in an alley off of Fountain Boulevard near Belle Perfection", he informs. I groan and sit back in my chair. "What are we going to do now? Once the other girls hear what happened to her, they're not gonna want to help", he says with a frustrated sigh. "We could always ask Nikki", Kennith says as he makes his way inside my office. "Absolutely not, it's too dangerous and Gina is already freaking out over the fact that the Deckerz were the ones who shot her", I protest. "Besides I'm sure after being stuck with us for over a month we're the last ones she wants to help right now", Nolan states. "She's our best chance. She's familiar with the club Ronald owns and he wouldn't think twice about her coming into his club. She went there for her birthday and nobody knows that she's tied to us in any way", Kennith protests. "First of all, she's not tied to us. We're just being paid to keep her safe", I inform. "So she's tied to us, not formally but she's tied to us", Kennith states. I groan and rub my eyes. "I hate to say it Cain but Ken has a point", Nolan agrees. I sigh, "Fine".

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               Best first day back ever. There were no gang members or snobby customers, everything went smoothly. I actually missed work while I was down. I wave goodbye to Jeremy as he gets in his car and I make my way to mine, stopping when I sense something is off. My eyes quickly dart around the empty street and soon land on a suspicious car, its lights are off but its engine is still running. I quickly get in my car and start it up, pulling away from the restaurant as fast as I can. The entire way to my house I carefully check my rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of the car at every turn I make. I quickly shoot down Trinity Row and pull into my driveway, shutting my car off and slouching in the front seat. It's not long before I see the same car slowly make its way towards my house and pull up to the curb next to the house across the street from my house. I sit there for a few seconds before I quickly get out of my car and make my way over to the other car. I pound on the window and watch as it slowly rolls down, exposing a familiar face to me. "Watchdog?", I question as he groans. "My name is Derek", he pleads. "I don't care, why are you following me?", I question angrily. "Cain needs to speak with you, get in the car", Derek explains. "If he wants to talk to me then you tell him to bring his ass here, I'm not going back to the manor", I sneer. I turn on my heel and make my way towards my front door, unlocking it and closing it behind me.

               Half an hour passes before I hear a car pull into my driveway, followed by the sound of a closing car door. There's no knock, only the sound of the door opening as Cain makes his way inside. A loud noise echoes throughout my quiet house as the bullet from my gun lodges itself in the wall next to the front door. "What the fuck Nikki!", Cain exclaims as he slams the door. "This is my house, you have to wait for me to tell you to come in before you do", I sneer. "When did you get a gun?", he questions. "It was at the top of my list of things to do when I got to go home", I retort and cock the gun, "What is it you want from me?". "Preferably to not get shot", he says as he points to my gun. I sigh and flip the safety on before placing the gun on the kitchen counter. "Now talk before I get impatient", I sneer. "Look I need your help", he explains. "Not interested", I reply. "You'll get paid a good amount of money for it", he continues. "Do I look like someone who cares about money?", I question as I raise my eyebrow. "Look I've never asked you for anything", he starts. "Exactly", I sneer, "You never asked me if I wanted to stay at your house". "I need your help, just this once", he pleads. I sigh, "What do you need me to do?".