" Thank you for calling the best show in the universe Rebel ! ," the production assistant said as she bubbled over the phone line behind her cluttered desk. She took a quick sip of black coffee from her bright red Rebel Show extra large travel mug. Then she added a tiny splash of gin into the mug. Then one more. Then another.
As he entered his office at Lowen Esquire Services Marcus Simms said smoothly on the phone in his manicured brown hand," Hello there, darling. I am calling about your upcoming show " I Just Know That Baby Ain't Mine ". Have I got a story for you. So what had happened was......"
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Jonah rubbed his exhausted eyes as he yawned and approached the front door where someone was banging like they were the police.
What on earth was going on now? Had that terrible old man forgotten to take LuLu's housekey when he stepped out for a " walk " ?
He opened it and was stunned to see standing there a short plump White woman in a long cotton dress and battered cowboy boots. She held a banged up guitar case in one hand and a worn suitcase in the other.
Her big almost vacant blue eyes tried to focus on him as she said," I'm looking for my sister LuLu. My old man said she crashes here. You know her ? "
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Kyle Samson stood on his front porch. He hated being outside but he needed air. He was tired of his old man's yelling at him to take the deal from the state where he snitched on Bullet and got a bullet. He was tired of his mother watching him so sadly with her quiet world beaten eyes. He was tired of his kid sister whining like she did. He was tired of his condescending big shot lawyer cousin who acted like he knew nothing next to her.
They all knew nothing. He would rather go to prison than deal with the aftereffects of betraying Bullet. Of course he knew Bullet wouldn't do it himself. He never did. He would have his pet Niles do it.
As he stood on the porch, debating whether he wanted to light up a cigarette even if his father raged at it , he noticed a car that looked like that black SUV Niles drove heading slowly past his house. The passenger side window deftly rolled down and he saw a hand sticking out of it. A hand holding a gun.
He saw it just as he instinctively dived onto the porch belly first, just as the first of three shots rang out towards the house from the gun.
The car sped off and Kyle heard screaming from the house. He also heard his phone ding with a text notification.
It was from Bullet.
It said," Your first and only warning. Remember to keep your mouth shut, Samson."
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ODDS OF LOVE SEASON TWELVE
Ficción GeneralThe ongoing soap opera about disabled math genius Spencer Norland - Lane , his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and their family and friends in the Washington DC Metro area.