Watty's 2019 !! - CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING (SLOWLY)
ORIGINALLY CALLED FINDING HOME (NOW SEQUEL'S TITLE)
When Paisley Evans moves from New Orleans, Louisiana to Oregon, Portland, can she fight the instinct she's grown to have to close herself off to o...
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Putting the car in reverse, I pull out of the lot and onto the main road. I get every red light on the way; of course, that'd be my luck.
Not only does my very light wallet remind me of every other time I came light-handed, but I'll be keeping them waiting. They don't like to wait. At all.
From the time I get the call, I only have about twenty minutes to get there before his patience wears thin and he becomes even more unpredictable than he already is.
I swear the dude's always high on something whenever we meet.
To make things worse, by the sounds of it he's not in a good mood since one it was one of his 'men' that talked instead. Over time, I figured out that his 'men' only speak when he's in a foul mood.
Accelerating, I avoid the police hot spots and speed over the limit to make up time.
I hate leaving them at the hospital like that, especially Peyton. She's all I've got and she's all I've got, and here I am leaving her.
I even dragged Paisley and Ty into it, leaving them there as well.
There're only very few people that can make me drop everything. Unfortunately, they're on of them. They say "jump", I jump.
Let's just hope they don't feel like hanging around for too long, and they just get it over and done with.
Pulling onto the dirt road, I put my lights on high beam.
I'm surprised the cops don't know about this place yet, I know for a fact a lot of shady deals go one down here. None that you ever want to be caught near or even associated with.
It's one of those places where you keep your head down and mind your own. Otherwise, you could end up on the very wrong side of a lot of powerful people.
My lights reflect off a black security car. Four men flanking their 'boss' who's leaning against the bonnet with a cigar hanging loosely in his mouth.
Why do they always have an over-priced cigar in their mouths?
Do they even taste good?
The tight look on his face telling me he definitely isn't in the mood to not be getting his money. Someone else clearly pissed him off.
