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59 - weed

Jason

"You're a great shot, you handle knives more than well.. So tell us. What are you awful at? There must be something."

I chuckled at the NYC leader of the gang. "I'm pretty good at everything out here. But I'm gonna have to say that ever since I had kids, I've been more careful. I think about my decicions a bit more."

"Kids? You look way too young to have kids."

"I have two daughters."

"Wife and all?"

"Yep. She just moved back in with us not too long ago after a terrible time in our marriage."

He was interested in all of this.

"What happened? She caught you slipping?"

"More like.. She left us to go slipping."

"Now that's a badass bitch!"

"It wasn't at all funny to be left like that and for it to be someone I had known my whole life, and someone who was in the gang."

"Y'all Miami people are crazy. You've got crazy lives."

"I wish it wasn't true."

We laughed and then it became kind of quiet. I could see that he wanted to ask something.

" Let's be real for a bit. Why did you kill that man? If your life was so great and you loved being a father and not a killer?"

"Because not only did he piss me off that night at my daughter's birthday party that he wasn't invited to. But he took my wife from me. He lured her in and then shut the cage, basically. Drugged and starved her.. All of that. How would you feel with only that constantly on your mind?"

"Pissed."

"You know what else he told me that night? This was the shit that deeply hurt me and I have been hurting about it ever since.."

The NYC leader, Pablo, leaned back in his chair and had a serious look playing on his face.

"This guy.. Trey Smith. Used to live with me, my family and a few of the closest friends I had in the gang. At my daughter's sweet 16, just weeks ago, he came up to me and told me in detail how he had sexually assaulted her."

"That's when you killed him?"

"Yup."

"Good. That's only good. We may be killers but rapists deserve fucking torture, if you ask me."

"Tell me about it.." I chuckled. "Trey suffered."

Pablo looked down at his watch. "Looks like we're done for the day now, McCann."

"We're not going out?"

"Not today. No one needs us out there right now."

I raised one eyebrow. "What are we, cops?"

"Nah." He looked a bit offended. "Get ready for tomorrow."

"I was born ready."

We shook hands and I went out to the car. Before I started driving, I checked my phone. There were many missed calls from Blossom along with text messages.

I decided to call her.

She picked the phone up pretty quickly and I heard her sad sniffles.

"What's up baby?"

"I wanna go home."

"Why is that?"

"I-" Oh my. She was crying so hard.