Badboy and the emo reunite (BXB)

Chapter 18

*This is the 3rd month after the breakup.*

"Alright boss, who's going?" F.D. Asked.

"How about Red and Ginger?" He hands us a file, "you might need help."

"What about Zach?"

"I have a different mission for him, alone mission. I'm giving you to someone else tonight, think you can handle it?"

Giving me to someone else? What the hell? He's never done this, this is not normal.

"Giving me away? Because I got a little injured? I'm fine, send me along," I motion to the people I now have a bond with, people who I know have my back.

"I can't let you go with them, you have to help out someone else tonight. They still work under me, but they need you tonight."

I just nod and look at the others, I nod at them. I'm their leader on missions, so I guess now that I'm not going to be there they will be more confused about who does what. When we go on missions together, I normally set who does what and where, who attacks, and who is on the lookout.

"Ginger, I'm trusting you," I tell him, and he nods back. "Alright then, y'all be careful."

"Definitely," Ginger pats my shoulder. "Alright, let's go boys."

They leave, Big B after then shuts the door.

"I'm having you work with someone else tonight. I don't like this person, so I'm warning you now," he walks back over to the desk, and then pushes the second file toward me. "If you think I'm cruel then you should see him."

I take note of that and take the file. Before opening it I ask, "Why does he need me?"

"You are stronger than his crew."

"I can finally walk normal again and you're letting him have me for the night?"

"It looks bad, but I'll also be paying you with what he pays you."

I stop engaging in the conversation and look at the file. Female, 40 years of age, name is Amanda Spring. Has a drug addiction, lives with her sister, goes to bars a lot, has a wide gun collection. She normally has her sister around. Sister is 20, and from the looks of it is a good kid that just got mixed up into her sisters bullshit.

"This is a casual job, why does he need me?"

He turns to one of the filing cabinets, lifts a flap, and pulls out a gun. It's a casual handgun, I've worked with it before when learning.

"Have this on you, it's already loaded."

"I'm guessing he wants me because I'm a good shot?"

"Correct, but also because you're good at hand combat, everyone here wants you."

"They want me, but you haven't ever given me away even for a night."

"Well, I figured with the pay you'd be better doing this than mine."

"How much?"

"You get $700 from this, and I give you $200 for giving you away from the night."

"Holy shit, $700 just for a normal job."

He just nods, this isn't just a normal job, I can tell. But the file says it is, and I bet my boss for the night will say it is, but B is preparing me for something bigger.

"DONT, under any circumstance, take off your mask, not even around his guys or him. You got that?"

"Yeah, I got it."

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"I'm sure Big B has prepared you?" An older man, a few years on Big B, with some grey hairs growing into his pitch-black hair, asks me as I reach his building.