Chapter 44

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DEUCE SLAPS ESCHEWAL ON his arm. "Oi, blood, she said we must pick her up in half an hour." Deuce grips his crotch. "Oh shit, we're woking tonight, blood."

Eschewal shows no emotion; he had misjudged his heart. It had beaten The Dog back into its cage. His heart will not let him give up on his dream. "Oi, bruv," he begins, "I'm gonna be real. I'm not even feeling it."

"Feeling, what?" says Deuce, sounding puzzled.

"Yeah, bruv, I'm not feeling this threesome ting. I'm not on it."

Deuce's voice almost chokes up, "Why?"

"This galist ting is getting long. I want a wifey as well," lies Eschewal. All he wants is a wife, namely the girl in the park.

Deuce sucks his teeth. "Having a wifey is long, you know. Ber headache, bruv. I wish I was like you, with no wifey."

Eschewal huffs and shakes his head. "Nah, trust me, bruv, I'm not on it. It's long."

Deuce's heart feels as if it has dropped out of his chest. He panics and says, "Oi, bruv, to find a wifey is hard, you know, and trust me, you will never find one if you go out looking." He screws his face and then continues, "That's what life is like, bruv. When you want something, you can't get it, and then once you get it you don't want it." He quickly pauses to see if he is beginning to sway Eschewal's decision. He continues as he points his finger. "Yeah, so you should just bang different chicks, bruv until you find the one."

Eschewal shakes his head, not knowing how to answer. He has to be careful not to blow his cover that he is no longer a player.

Deuce falls silent and changes tactic, "Alright, at least, let me bring her to your yard then?"

"Nah, bruv. Laow that, man. Laowit."

"Go on, man. Please, man. You know I would do it for you. Come, man, please."

Eschewal sucks his teeth and feels like cursing. "Alright, man, but this is the last time, you know."

Forty-five minutes later, Eschewal pulls up outside Salacious' housing block.

She comes out wearing tight jeans that are tucked into high-heeled boots and a waist-high jacket. She pauses for a few seconds, then taking two deep breaths, she sashays over to Eschewal's car.

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