Nomad's Baby

Bad Reputation 4

Sera tried not to cover her mouth as her bodyguard raised Joel over the side of the boat. His good sized limp body went over head first. Whisper held onto his legs until both his hands were holding his ankles.

The man's strength was impressive.

Soon Joel started to stir.

Sera moved to the edge.

Under her ex-boyfriend's body was a mass of endless glittering black water. Joel's arms moved and then his head, he saw the same fate beneath him.

The beginning of his yells were guttural.

"Shut up!" Whisper ordered.

Sera glanced around. Thank god this place was empty.

"Fuck! God damn. I told you about the money!"

"You were an asshole Joel."

"Yeah, yeah I was!" he quickly agreed.

"Apologize to her." Whisper sneered.

"Fuck!" His hands smashed his face briefly. "Just let me up! I'll do it!"

Whisper strategically lowered him a few inches.

Joel's wheeze was overlapped by Whisper. "Now."

"Ok ok! "I'm sorry Sera."

"Sorry for what?"

"Sorry about fucking you over - and you going to jail!" His arms flailed hard. "God damn just let me up!"

"Why'd you do it?" Night air stung her face. She had no idea why that question blurted out. But if there was a time to get full honesty from him, this was it.

"If I got busted with that shit I would have gotten way more time than you. Please man, don't drop me!"

Sera glanced out at the water. "Heights are scary huh?"

"I'm sorry. Sera I swear to God I'm fuckin' sorry." Joel's teeth grit against another scream. "I scapegoated you. I'm a piece of shit!"

She looked down at him, ignoring the sting in her eyes, instead the corner of her mouth lifted.

A quick nod to Whisper and he pulled the man back over the edge.

He crumpled to the ground in a sitting position, embarrassed and dazed.

Whisper squatted down in front of him, eyeing him.

As the minutes ticked by Joel became more wary, tightening his jaw.

One swift punch from Whisper and his head bounced off the boat and he was out again.

Sera inhaled, straightening her back. "Yeah we can check for the money and go."

For the second time that night Joel had told the truth, after some quick searching they found a lock box between his mattresses.

Sera jimmied it and they found a couple of bricks, around 20k.

Now she was starting to feel pretty good.

They left the self proclaimed piece of shit on the boat and were half way back to his bike when a set of cars showed up.

They purposely blocked off their direction, their headlights shining hard against the night.

"What the fuck is this?" Sera barely moved her lips, making sure her voice didn't sound passed Whisper.

Three guys got out of the car. They were all bulky but ranged in size, the mean mugs and the tracksuits easily added up to the mob.

Low level assholes.