Delirious || Bozari

Chapter Two: Boze

Psycho had been waiting for her as she walked out of the Target, a lit cigarette hanging out of her mouth. Boze plucked it out and crushed it under her foot.

"What have I told you about smoking indoors?" she asked, crossing her arms and tapping her foot in displeasure. 

Psycho rolled her eyes and pulled her hair out of its holder, letting it fall over her shoulders. Her hair was probably the thing Boze liked best about her. It was long, silky, and shone brilliantly in the sunlight. "Not to do it."

"So why are you doing it?" Boze raised her eyebrow.

Psycho shrugged. She had a rebellious streak to her that Boze found equally attractive and annoying. She was still on the rocks about whether or not she liked that aspect of Psycho's personality.

"Don't let me catch you doing it again," Boze warned, before turning on her heels and walking away. Psycho jogged to catch up to her.

"Or what?" Psycho asked in a taunting way. Boze hadn't appreciated that very much.

Boze looked at her with an angry expression painted on her face. "Do you really want to find out?"

She'd never hurt any of her girls if she could avoid it, but Boze had to make sure they knew who was in charge around here. If she ever did end up punishing Psycho, it'd probably be pretty tame; at least for her standards. But Psycho knew what she was capable of, and Boze noticed the way she gulped in fear at her words.

"Point taken," Psycho mumbled, pulling her hair over her left shoulder. Gosh, that hair. Boze felt the urge to run her fingers through it.

"So," Psycho began, desperately trying to change the conversation. "We've got her. What's next?"

"A funeral," Boze replied nonchalantly, throwing her thumbs into the pockets of her jeans.

Psycho shot her a confused glance. "A funeral?"

Boze stopped walking and turned to face her with a smile. "Of course. You don't think I'd just leave Silver's body to rot in that room, do you?"

"No, I'd say that'd be pretty in-character for you," Psycho replied with a playful smirk.

Boze shrugged. "Yeah, okay. But I know how Atomic's brain works. If I organize an extravagant, showy funeral for her lost love, it'll be that last push to convince her to trust me completely."

"Doesn't she already trust you?" Psycho asked. 

"Almost," Boze replied. "But not quite. Silver didn't trust me completely, and some of his thinking rubbed off on her. And, whatever there is left of Mari isn't too fond of me either. With Atomic, I'm taking no chances."

She started walking again, and Psycho followed. "And where, exactly, will we bury him? It's not like we're out in the middle of nowhere. Even the cops we have working for us won't be able to cover you if we're caught burying a body in our front yard. And I'm sure Atomic won't find it very flattering if we bury him out in the middle of nowhere."

"Which is why we're not going to bury him," Boze replied like it was an obvious answer that she was surprised Psycho hadn't come to which, let's face it, it kind of was. "We're going to burn him."

"That'll draw even more attention to us," Psycho complained. "A fire? That would be like a bat-signal for the police. The last thing I want is Agent Bereta knocking on our door."

Ah. Agent Bereta. The FBI agent who knew she had the most power in the crime world, and was determined to bring her down. He was their biggest threat at the moment when it came to law enforcement, but the corruption she had surrounding him was enough to keep him tamed. Still, it would be nice to have him off her back.