Remembering Raimondo (Complete)

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I sat in the dark room for hours biting my nails, one finger at a time. I was running out of fingers and I still haven't heard from Raimondo or his father. The only thing keeping me steady is the large rusty container I was sitting on and the smell of mold, dust, and dirt.

What if Jeff shot Raimondo with the gun he had behind him? I don't think Raimondo knew about the gun Jeff had concealed beneath his shirt. What if Jeff shot someone else? What if Raimondo shot Jeff and was captured by the police? What if he was in jail right now and needed someone to bail him out? I didn't have any money.

I stood. If I had to wait any longer I would probably drive myself crazy. I already played every possible scenario the universe can shake up. Anything is possible. I kicked the container toppling the cap off and spilling whatever was in it onto the hard ground. Instantly the room smelled of gasoline.

“Crap,” I muttered staring at the liquid as it slowly covered the ground.

“All it takes to set this building ablaze is a spin of a tiny little flint wheel on a lighter.” a woman suggested. I jumped at the sudden realization that someone else was present.

I turned my body towards the voice waiting for the owner to show herself. “Up here,” she instructed.

I Looked up to find myself staring at Amira. “What are you doing here?”

“I am always here. You're the one that should answer that question.” She simply stated as she flung a black duffel bag over the railing from the second floor onto the second and followed after jumping inches behind the bag. Amira was dressed in black from head to toe like she was about to start a riot.

She was even wearing grappling gloves.

I frowned at her choice in clothing.

“Just messing with ya. Eddie told me where you were.” She wiped the sweat off her forehead. She must have been working out.

“Where's Eddie?” I asked ignoring the voice in my head that was telling me something big was about to happen.

She shrugged. “We need to get you out of those clothes.” She eyed me up and down before going back to the bag.

“Catch,” she threw the bag in my direction. But I just let it fall to the ground with a loud thump. She smiled shaking her head, “or don't catch.”

I kneeled down and unzipped the duffel bag. Grabbing the components out of the bag, I was surprised to see that the clothes were mine. Before I could say anything Amira answered the question in my head.

“They're yours.”

I didn't know whether I should be relieved or pissed off. Seems like anyone could just walk into your private shelter and take what they pleased without asking your permission first. I eyed Amira. She turned around and stepped outside.

“So much for the rent I was paying. Might as well sleep in a public park.” I whispered in frustration as I got out of the uniform Billy and Skyler gave me and slipped on my denim jeans and a tank.