My Protector

Time for the Deal

As I checked the white powder bags in my duffel, I couldn't help but feel worried. Sure, I'd been talking to this guy for almost a month about this deal, but I had never actually sold to him. I'd never even met him in real life. He could be a cop for all I know. Thankfully, I have my disguise. To the buyers, I'm Becky Martelo, a girl that is a part of some gang back in Canada that provides the powder for me to sell. No one knew my actual name or anything, and that's the way it has always been.

I quickly changed out of my outfit and put on my usual clothes for deals. Large sweat pants, a black t-shirt and a light jacket. Slipping my hair into a cap, I pulled it down to cover my eyes and put my hood up. Perfect.

Slipping on my sneakers, I grabbed my stuff and got to my car. I tossed the duffels into the back and quickly got myself behind the wheel. We were supposed to meet behind the abandoned car factory down on West street. It's a creepy place, but it's also deserted, the ideal place for stuff like this. I've done a couple deals there and it's not so bad.

As I drove there, I let myself think over the plan.

As soon as I got there, Joey would be waiting for me. I was to get out of the car, place the bags on the floor, and take 10 steps back to let him check it. Then, he would put the money down for me to check, and we'd be on our way. It was simple. Easy. Almost impossible for anything to go wrong.

As I pulled in behind the factory, I took deep breaths to keep myself calm and collected. It was going to be fine. It always is.

No matter how much I told myself this, the feeling in the pit of my stomach wouldn't go away. Rather, it got stronger the closer I got to the black SUV that was in the shadows of the building, waiting. Stopping about 20 feet away, I turned off my car. I flashed my headlights twice, the sign we'd agreed on to make sure it was the right car. I got two flashes in return. Taking a deep breath, I got myself ready. I slowly opened my car door and stepped out. Taking out the duffel bags, I lifted them up to give a clear view to the car. I received a flash, a sign to proceed.

Carefully, I started walking the ten steps I was meant to, keeping my head down to avoid any recognition of my face.

I set down the contents  slowly and stood up straight. I gave a short nod before going back to my position.

What happened next freaked the absolute shit out of me.

Not one, but 4 big guys got out of the SUV. Four.

We had agreed only Joey would show up. He fucking promised. I told him I only did one man deals. I should've known, who sticks to his word in this kind of stuff?

I mean one guy, I could handle. But four? I'd be beat up in a second.

They walked up to the duffel bags, one with a case in his hand. I assumed it had the money.

They were all huge, and I was almost sure they took steroides. No one has bulging muscles that big unless they're fake. Their entire demeanor shouted dangerous and scary. They seemed like the type of guys to be involved with murder. That just scared me some more and made me want to jump in my car and speed away.

They started to check the powder, which took almost 10 minutes. I watched them from under my hood, waiting nervously in front of my car. Slowly, the bald one looked up at me, a disturbing smirk on his face. He gestured to me with a finger to come to him, to which I responded to with a firm shake of the head.

Hell no. That was not the deal. I will not go anywhere near those giants. They could snap me like a twig.

His eyes narrowed dangerously before a loud laugh erupted from him.