Angel with a Shotgun || h.s. (MAJOR EDITING)

Chapter 26: Let Me Taste You

Warning: A bit smut on the last parts. Read at your own risk.

Chapter 26: Let Me Taste You

I stepped the brakes and killed the engine of the Hammer. I miss my bike. The mechanic said it would be done tuesday next week. Few more days then.

I unfastened my seatbelt and got out of the car. The place was deserted. A perfect place for the exchange.

It was an old car garage. But to me, it's more like a dumpster. There were tons of old and rusty cars on display. The place was illuminated with two lamp posts. I tucked my gun on my back, under my leather jacket.

The smell of rust and sea water filled the air. I slowly walked going towards an office.

Voices broke the eerie silence. I increased my pace and hid behind one of the cars. Five men were standing near a limo. A man in tux came out.

Mr. Black.

I got up and showed myself to them. The men immediately grabbed their guns. I continued walking with full confidence.

Rule one: Never be intimidated by men with guns.

That's what I always thought.

Mr. Black turned on his heel and faced me. The old man smiled, wrinkles formed on his face.

"Andie darling!" He exclaimed with joy.

"Mr. Black, nice to meet you." I smiled back. He instantly engulfed me in a hug and kissed my right cheek.

"Long time no see darling." He gave me a sad face. So dramatic. Just like old times.

"I can see that you really miss me." I teased.

"And I miss you too." I turned around and saw someone walked out of the limo.

Walking with a huge smile was Courtney Black, my best friend. Courtney is part of our circle of friends. She moved to Florida after secondary school. Let's say she's more pain in the arse then me.

Florida did change her. She was a bit.. decent now. She was wearing more clothes instead of showing more skin. Yes you can say she was the slut in our group. She doesn't care about that.

Courtney was so wild back then. Party here. Party there. Different boys every month. So her parents sent her to her grandmother in Florida. Let's say her grandmother wasn't the I'll-bake-you-cookies-and-knit-sweaters type of grandma. She's a terrifying grandma. Mrs. Black was strict and proper. She's very neat and sensitive to cleanliness. Maybe that's why I can't see any piercings on Courtney's nose. But her tattoos was still there. Her right arm was like a freedom wall. Of course Mrs. Black can't removed that. Unless she wants to skin Courtney alive.

"So are you just gonna stand there or you'll hug me?" She raised her eyebrow. Her lips held that mischievous smile.

"I prefer standing here." I shrugged. She rolled her eyes and tackled me. Making me stumble.

"Okay Courtney! I know you miss me that much. I don't blame you tho." She snorted and moved back.

"Do the gang know you're back?" I asked her.

"Nope." She said, popping the p. "I just got here. Dad told me about all of this and decided to tag along." She winked at me.

"I don't want to end this moment between you girls but Andie and I have things to settle." Mr. Black interrupted us. Courtney pouted her lips and nodded.

We got into business and I handed them what my father gave me, a brown envelope. I don't know what's inside that envelope but I knew that it has something important since I got to receive a black case with half a million in it. After making sure that the amount was correct and that he has the thing he need, Mr. Black bid goodbye. Courtney did the same and we planned to have some catching up tomorrow evening. A party at their place. A huge party to be exact.