Bullets Don't Cheat

Take the money.

Jay's

How tragic for things to be going so unwell for me. I'm was madly upset with my self about all this going on. Something told me that nothing good would come from this.

My stomach cringed at that thought of having sex with her. I always wanted Keez to be my first, that's why I've saved my self so long. I wanted to be her first too but someone beat me to it. Now this hoe forcefully stole mine.

I guess the only good thing I had going good for me was this new proposition from work. I sat back remembering.

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The room was dark so I couldn't tell how deep it was. There wasn't the slightest bit of light. I forced my self to walk forward feeling the air with extended arms in front of me. Then a spot light cake on revealing a chair.

"Please sit". The man called out. I'm assuming his name is Papi Strokes.

I sat down hesitantly. " umm hello.. Mind telling me why I'm here?"

The door behind me closed on its own and a few clicks indicated it locking. Okay what the fuck is going on? In the distance in front of me a TV screen came on and at first it was static. Then the ugly white faced, red circled cheeked, tricycling puppet came on. "Let's play a game" he said and I stood up scared asf. I knew I shouldn't have come here.

"Nooo not today. I'm not playing shit" I said ready to beat some ass. My worst fear was spiders oh them bitches can get squashed.

"In 15 seconds your.."

"Awee naw man only 15 seconds that's bullshit." Then I heard laughing and then the screen went off and all the lights came on.

I looked up and a fat short white man was laughing at the top of some more steps.

"Oh my damn. I swear that's funny as hell EVERY TIME" He said coming down the stairs.

"Naw man that shit wasn't funny. You wouldn't like that weak ass shit done to you."

"You're right. I also wouldn't walk my dumb ass in a completely dark room after being invited by a voice only, then allowing my self to be unprepared for any thing and be the joke of the evening to a rich old bastard like me." He said standing in front of me extending his hands.

"I'm Papi Strokes welcome. Can I get you something to drink."

I shook my head no.

"Well let's get to the real shit. I hear you're good at catching important details?"

"Well I wouldn't call it a talent but lately I have been doing that."

"Two times so far I heard." He  said sipping a drink. "I'm very interested in guiding you on that number three."

"Elaborate sir."

" A great man who helped me build every thing I have today is dead. He was murdered. Sources say a woman did it. Cold blooded she was she killed him and several other body guards no wounds to her. I hired a hit man just before his death. He promised to kill her I am told by my sources. Well he's been Mia since then, and he may have been the only one alive to get a good identity. So now my brother from another mother death has gone by unpunished. You know we can't have that? " he finished and I looked puzzled.

"We? Wait what does this have to do with me? I'm no murderer." I told him already knowing this was some thing I needed to stay out of. He lit a cigarette and rumbled in his drawer.

"Yes we we're a family. You, Jason, can be some assistance."

"How ?"

"Well recently we got anonymous notes like these" he said handing them over to me. One note said

" I killed derrick "

Another one said

"I love dancing in Derrick's blood on the dance floor" I didn't bother reading the rest.

"What does any of this mean?"

"Well not only is this bitch still alive. She's bold enough to come back and personally deliver these notes like it's a joke. Like this is amusing. More than likely she is a nightly visitor. She's mocking us."

"Wow.. I'm sorry I'm still not seeing how I can help."

"Well you're a good observer. Pay more attention. See if u can catch her in the act"

"What if I do catch her? What if it really isn't who killed him? Just a person pulling a sick joke"I asked.

" they'll be dealt with. It's no joke. Look you seem unconvinced. Before you bitch out I'm willing to pay." He said and two females appeared with money. " 25 grand a week to start. 250 grand if u catch her within a month." He told me. The women sat the money on the table and smiled at me. I wasn't sure.

"Look you still get paid your usually at the club, consider this a tip." He said.

I looked at the money. I reached out to touch it. I felt like this wasn't a reversible decision.

" okay I'll do it." I said grabbing a stack.

"Excellent. Oh one little quick detail. I had one of my guys test the notes. They're definitely female." He said confidently.