The Tax Collector (GirlxIntersex) Book 1

Chapter 25

Chapter 25
Valentino POV

The car moved through the sandy neighborhood at a leisurely pace. The windows were up. In the short distance, I could see a few men lined up on either side of the sandy road, holding rifles. It was aimed down, so I assumed they meant no harm. However, this did not deter Reaper from securely gripping his weapon.

"I would think you are afraid." I smirked.

"I'd say you're either bold or stupid?"

I rolled my eyes. "We clear our name, and plus its not like they can touch us. We have eyes in the sky?"

"As long as I can murder a couple before I die, I'll be alright."
"Loosen up, let's dance." I muttered as I pushed down the window. One of the men moved out of line and attempted to push his head in the car, but Reaper aimed his gun at his lips.

"Mind your business, boy." The man slowly backed away, his hands up. He walked right back into the line of guys.

"The boss, is at the last house down at the right."

I nodded.

I parked the vehicle right at the sandy curb. I went out, and guns were aimed up at my nose. I smirked. Reaper, on the other hand, pushed many of the men away.

"Easy; we're clean."

"You don't look clean." A voice spoke out, his eyes locking upon mine.

"I would not say the same of you." I whispered as I looked at his tattered clothing. They claimed to be gangsters, yet they resemble a group of destitute freaks. "Lead me to the boss."

They grouped Reaper and I side by side, their rifles digging in our backs. I gazed at Reaper, who had a fed-up expression and wanted nothing more than to wring their little necks. However, I have a subtle scheme.

"I would not say the boss is pleased to see you." He remarked this as he opened the door and Reaper and I entered into the dense smoke-filled room.

If they hadn't guided us, we would have had difficulty navigating to what appeared to be the distribution living room. On the middle table, there was a heap of cash, cocaine, and firearms.

The guys stand about, with the boss, I imagine, seated right before the central table. We stood in front of him. He has a hairless, shining head that glistened like the mineral in the sand, and a black bandana across his brow. He wore only a white shirt and loose pants shorts. He had tattoos all over, but the one that stood out was his gang name beneath one of his eye sockets. They're such fucking clowns.

Whether he likes it or not, he must pay his taxes now that Martinez is no longer alive.

But I had no clue the big boss was so near, I could've murdered him instead.

"The name is Hernandez..." He spoke with a furious tone.

"Nice to meet you Hernandez, I'm Val and this is Reaper, we work for The Traps." I pulled my wrist out to reveal the tattoo. "We heard Martinez was dead."

He chuckled. "You didn't hear; you killed him."

"And what makes you believe that?"

His teeth grinded, and I thought they would shatter like glass. He eased back, displaying his bulging muscles. I rolled my eyes. "You murdered him and grabbed two items. Our money and our bitch."

"Your bitch?" My fingers curled into a fist on the side of my torso.
I bet I could kill him with a single strike to the throat. With a single blow, all of the guys who worshiped him will be scurrying about like headless ants.

"Martinez is already dead, but I'm not sure if you realize how difficult it is to find a chica who knows how to keep her knees in the tough, scorching sand while giving the best head a chico could possibly hope for."

"We don't have the girl." Reaper spoke before turning his head to look at me. "He's simply trying to get inside your thoughts. Get a fucking grip!" He gritted.

I cleared my throat. "I came here for business." I stated this while looking at the money. Gnarly, he laughed.
"You take both the money and the slut. Who's gonna drink our cum, Val?"

"I don't know, Henry, but look around; you have so much that can accomplish the task. Tell them to start slobbering."

He hissed, lurching from the couch and approaching face to face. We stood on the same ground. However, he was thicker. I was slicker. I have a knife in my belt. He has his gun stretched out on the center table.

"You killed my boy and took our bitch, and you have the audacity to come in here and demand money."
My eyes narrowed, and I smirked. "Exactly. I want 20,000. And since you're acting like a little chica, I'd like an additional 5 on it."

"You ain't getting shit."

"Reaper, take up the money."

I could hear the safety being turned off as the rifles being leveled at us. "You murder me, and before you know it, everyone in this place is gone. Get their necks slit." I looked over to Reaper. I indicated with my head to pick up the money.

"It is not 20; it is 35." He scowled at Reaper.

"I don't give a fuck; let's just say, for the hardship you brought to us, the extra is for us."

"You fuckin' puta!" He shouted as he kicked the center table, launching it across the room.

I smirked. "We'll do this next week at the same time and place."

He has a reflected grin of his own. "When you are coming back, make sure to bring our cum dispenser."

I growled, preparing to ram my fist into his face, but Reaper grabbed me back and hauled me out of the room. "That son of bitch, let me get a piece of him." I let out a roar.

He forced me into the car, but I was able to slip from his grasp. "Leave the fuck alone!" He let out a snarl. "You realize she was simply a slut for them. Don't act surprised. He remarked this as he tossed the money into the back. I grabbed him and flung him against the window.

"Don't you dare talk about her? She's simply an innocent girl."

"One who takes a lot of dick down her throat."

"What girl doesn't?" I gritted. "Even you sister did."

"Let me go." He bit back and pushed me off. He entered his side of the car. I roared in rage, kicking the sand, and the hard wind sent it flying into the air, a few particles smacking back in my eyes, but I was too enraged to feel the razor-like grains entering my eyes.

I got inside the car. "We're not robbing the shop next month. We are looting this punk's group. We wipe everything out, and the easiest part is to steal their money."

"Now we are talking." Reaper murmured.