Family Ties

Chapter Seven: Where's my cake!?

"What is it Shiana?" She scuffs her boot against the dirt. "Profits are down sir. We believe some of the drug dealers have been pocketing the goods. About twenty percent-" Colt swiftly and angrily interjects with, "down a crack head's cock sucker. Get Ramirez on the phone it's time for fireworks."

Ramirez knowing Colt's love for dark humor set the explosives in the limousine to look like a family. Wigs and all. It didn't take long for Ramirez to arrive with the limo. Colt is anything but patient; Ramirez learned that the hard way.

Colt's dress shoes crunched across the newly looking made gravel. Strikingly white. He swung open the back door to the exquisite limo. A beautifully terrifying sight greets Colt.

"Even after hanging out with me for several decades, you still have a shitty sense of humor. Although, I like the accidental reference to the baby boomer family I blew up." In all reality Colt thought it was devilishly hilarious. can't have the help thinking they're good at something other than serving.

So- oh god no, Carol I don't believe in any of this shit. I'm just telling this damned story. The author managed to bribe me with a lifetime supply of cake! Actually, I haven't gotten any yet... She tricked me and I already signed the damned contract! She tricked me Carol by not specifying what kind of lifetime!

Back to this damned story that nobody should buy. (spread the word!) Colt went to pick up Maxine and blah blah blah. I know I'm not actually telling the story Carol!

"Oh, Maxiii! Maxi pad! Maxine get the cash register. I'm cashing out." Shadows slanted across the top half of his sharply angled face. Maxine looks up exasperated. Tired of Colt's bullshit.

"Colt, I'm busy." He dramatically rolls his cool black eyes. Such a freaking drama queen. "It'll be done by the time we get back. Don't expect this every time. I'm not as kind as I look but I'm as handsome as I'm mean." He does a sly wink.

Ugh, why am I doing this again? Okay! Shut up Carol, I'm done complaining (well, while you're here).

They watched in silence as the scenery rolled by. For the first time in a very long time, Colt is unsure. Maxine's face had no reaction to the boomer family. This caused uneasiness to churn in Colt's stomach. Still, she sat silent and stoic. Ramirez felt the tension through the partition making him squirm.

"Maxine, are you okay?" Colt asks in a strangely soft tone. "Yes, why do you ask?" Colt, jumps at her, grabbing at her throat. Her mask slips showing fear and confusion.

"Then why in the fucking hell are you so goddamn quiet!!!" Colt screamed at the top of his lungs making even my ears ring. Damn drama queen. While her body freezes her mind is calculating the situation as fast as possible. This is a test has to be, Maxine thought. Wrong! He lost his temper like the child he is. 'I'm the child!? What about the grown-ass man who's sulking over cake. One more unnecessary side comment and I'm gonna play hostile takeover.' You mr.drama queen don't know the plot! 'So?' Excuse me while we take care of some very annoying technical difficulties. It should only be a few minutes....