21 questions

2 : What do you do ?

I feel a sharp pain in my thigh as I wake up. I straighten up and pull off my sheet to see how bad it looks. But I just discover a completely clean bandage. I climb out of bed and limp into the living room.

London is lying on the sofa. Breakfast has been prepared. I take painkillers with a glass of orange juice. I bite into a pancake when miss sexy ass turns to me.

"Hello you. How do you feel ?"

"Good. Thanks for the bandage. You got magic fingers."

"It was easy. You were too tired to wake up."

I sit next to her.

"I've been thinking the whole night about a new question for you."

"Can't wait to hear that." I smile.

My ringtone interrups the moment. I take Sam's call.

"Paco will be here in a minute."

"Why ?"

"He insisted to meet you. You alone ?"

"No."

"Hide the girl."

He hangs up.

"Look I'm really sorry to cut off our lil conversation but I need you to-"

"What are you looking for ?" She frowns.

I take a gun from under the coffee table.

"I don't got much time to explain. For now, hide behind the couch and don't move until I say so. You hear me ?"

"Yeah I mean I could do that but you can also tell me what-"

The door knocks.

"Hurry, hurry."

I make sure she's out of sight before opening the front door.

"Paco. What a surprise."

Paco and I are partners in spite of ourselves. He controls a quarter of the city's territory. I control two quarters. I do intend to kill him. The sooner the better.

"Dorian ! I am glad to see you alive. Dead people are really bad for the business." He says with his thick Spanish accent.

"Dead people free up seats."

"Right right..."

"So what ? You drove all the way here to tell me how frustated you are for missing your shot ?"

"My shot ? Come on, my friend. With all due respect, if I was behind this attack, you would not be standing here in front of me today."

"The fuck that's supposed to mean ?"

"You and I are business partners. I have no reason to want your death when we make more money than ever."

He's right tho. We've never generated more income than lately.

"Good. Cause I'm gonna find the motherfucker who did that and I'll put a bullet in his head."

"So be it, my friend !"

He waves at me before taking the elevator. I just close the door and sigh deeply. This could have been a one-minute phone call. That nigga plays too much.

"London ? You can come out."

She stands up and smiles.

"That was interesting..."

"Was it ?"

"Yeah... Can you explain ?"

"That's your question ?"