"Angels and Assholes"
"So, how did Javier take the news?" Allie asks, behind the wheel of the Sabre, driving down the Broker Bridge.
"Not that well." Hector answers from the passenger seat, putting away his cell phone. "They're really pissed off about this. This was supposed to be a simple pickup and delivery, but now it's becoming a shit storm."
"I should have known that girl was playing me." Allie says.
"You had no way to know." Hector assures. "A hottie with a body like hers in lingerie, I would have done the same thing."
"No doubt." Allie snidely agrees. "All it took was a few tears and a sob story and I became a complete sucker. I should have just kept her in her place and if she kept on whining, I'd smack her to shut her up."
"Allie, you're a lot of things." Hector states. "You're defensive, hot-headed, abrasively cynical and unpleasantly opinionated, but you ain't stone-cold."
"Still doesn't change the fact that I fucked up." Allie states as she continues down Dukes Boulevard.
The rest of the drive was silent as Allie turns to Creek Street and proceeds down Mohanet Avenue. Allie slows down and parks the Sabre at a small parking lot a block away from the Broker Navy Yard. Waiting for them is Javier, accompanied by five Spanish Lords.
Allie and Hector exit the Sabre as Javier and his fellow gang members approaches them.
"So, what the fuck happened, Hector?" Javier displeasingly questions.
"Okay, we fucked up, Javier." Hector states. "We lost the drugs and the money but we didn't leave empty-handed."
"Yeah? It better be good." Javier warns.
Allie opens the hood of the trunk and pulls out a naked Mike by the arm. Still wet and never got the chance to dry himself, Mike shivers from cold night air as he stumbles to stand.
"Hey, Javier, amigo." Mike smiles through his discomfort and lack of dignity. "I think there's been a bit of a misunderstanding that I may be partially responsible for, but I..."
A quick and hard punch from Javier slams into Mike's stomach, causing him to double over and collapse to the pavement. Before Mike could catch his breath, Javier grabs a hand of his hair. Mike screams from the pain of Javier pulling him up to his knees for him to face each other.
"You thought you could rip me off and not face the consequences,
pendijo
?" Javier angrily questions. "I have no idea how wrong you are...yet."
Javier releases Mike and steps back. Mike falls on his hands, gasping and sobbing. Two of Javier's Spanish Lords grabs Mike's arms and drags him away.
"So, we good now, Javier?" Hector hopefully asks.
Javier steps in front of Hector. "Fuck, no, we ain't good."
Allie stays still but keeps her gun hand ready to act.
"I took a huge chance bringing in you and your cousin." Javier points at Hector's face.
"Okay, I admit it. We fucked up." Hector humbly yields. "What can I do to make it up to you?"
"You can take the car." Allie steps next to Hector, holding out the car keys. "It's worth at least $15,000. I'm sure that can compensate with what you've lost."
Javier looks over the Sabre GT for a moment before taking the keys from Allie.
"So, we good now?" Hector asks.
"No." Javier harshly answers. "But you're off to a good start."
As Javier walks away, Hector takes Allie by the arm and guides her out on the lot.
"Listen, cuz." Hector says. "I'm gonna try and smooth things over with Javier." Hector takes out a Whiz Wireless cell phone and hands it to Allie. "Here's my old phone. I'll call you if anything happens. Maybe things will pick up for us."
"You sure you should be with Javier?" Allie questions with caution. "What if he decides to have you wacked after he's done with Mike?"
"Didn't think you cared."
"Of course, I fucking care. You think I want to explain this to your mother? Plus, they'll probably try to wack me next."
"Well, if that were to happen, I'm sure you'll put a few of them in the ground before you go down."
"If there's gonna be blowback from this shitstorm, don't try to talk your way out or shoot your way out. Just run. We'll figure something out."
"Have some faith your cousin's powers of persuasion, cuz." Hector boasts as he backs away. "I've got us this far, haven't I?"
"You mean by the fact we're not dead yet?" Allie questions.
"Finally, some optimism." Hector says, turning away to join the Spanish Lords as they prepare to drive away.
Allie does the same and departs down the sidewalk down Mohanet Avenue. She looks over the list of contacts in Hector's cell to find a familiar name to put her up for the night. The names she did know were friends of Hector, most she doesn't like or trust and names she didn't know were of women, like Patty or Carmen, who Hector probably dated.
Allie wonders if one of the females would be like to have her over as a favor to Hector, maybe even willing to share their bed with her, seeing to where it would lead.
Halfway scrolling through the contacts, Allie hears yelling from ahead of her. Looking up from the phone, she is surprised to see Sasha in front of what looks like an auto shop wearing a tightfitting red velvet minidress. Yelling back at Sasha is a white man with a shaved head and a highly-muscular body, wearing only grey jogging pants, a gold watch and a gold medallion that reads 'NO. ONE'.
"Listen, lady, I paid you to leave, so fucking leave!" The muscled man loudly exclaims.
"You owe me another hundred for Greek, Brucie." Sasha argues.
"Babe, you should be paying me!" Brucie boisterously states, using both hands to point at Sasha then his thumbs at himself.
"Hey, limp dick." Allie calls out, approaching Brucie from behind him.
Instantly offended and ready to beat whoever insulted his precious penis to the ground, Brucie turns to face his adversary with his fists out. The first thing he sees is Allie standing in front of him.
"Who the fuck are you, bitch?" Brucie rudely questions.
"I'm the one calling you limp dick." Allie assertively answers, firmly standing her ground.
"Don't think because you're a chick, I won't kick your ass." Brucie threatens. "Now, mind your own business and walk out of here, senorita."
"Give my friend the money you owe her." Allie demands.
"The fuck you gonna do about it?" Brucie harshly asks.
Allie just smiles at Brucie, waiting for a reply. He feels something slender and hard pressing against his crouch, prompting him to look down to see the Glock 12 in Allie's hand, pointed directly at his organ of joy and reproduction. This sight causes Brucie's eyes to widen with fear and his mouth to drop, letting out a high moan.
"Hey, now. Let's not do anything crazy now." Brucie says with a high and shaky voice, keeping still.
"I don't know. I think I'd be doing the gene pool a favor if I prevent you from procreating." Allie says.
"Okay, okay. She wants another hundred, I'll give her a hundred." Brucie yields.
"Make it two hundred for wasting her time." Allie urges, pressing the gun harder.
Brucie softly whimpers as he slowly reaches into his pocket and holds out the two hundred dollars.
After Allie gives a quick neck crane to her friend, Sasha steps forward to her client to take the money she earned, then moving to Allie's side.
"Okay, we cool now?" Bruce asks, still gazing at the gun still aimed at his groan.
Allie is silent for a moment which feels longer for Brucie.
"Yeah, we cool." Allie says, withdrawing her gun and concealing it under her jacket.
Brucie sighs relief which is interrupted by Allie thrusting her knee into his crouch, causing Brucie to double over and fall to the sidewalk, screaming in pain.
"MY BALLS! MY PRECIOUS BALLS!" Brucie yells. "You fucking bitch!"
"Next time you fuck my girl up the ass, it's an extra hundred." Allie demands.
"Alright, alright." Bruce yields, nursing his pain-throbbing balls. "You her pimp?"
"Pimp?" Allie is offended and reaches for her gun. "
Hijo de puta madre
, I gonna fucking end you!"
"Allie, no." Sasha steps in, grabbing Allie's arm. "Let's just go."
Looking at Sasha, Allie tries to calm down. With Allie in a more amenable mood, Sasha guides her from the still down and moaning Brucie.
"Hey, Sasha." Brucie calls out. "We still on next week?"
"Yeah, our usual time." Sasha confirms as she continues to depart with Allie.
* * * *
"I can't believe you going to see that
pendejo
after how he treated you." Allie says, sitting in the passenger seat of Sasha's Banshee. "Y'know that's your problem, you let assholes like him use you."
"But I get paid to be used." Sasha replies as she drives up Mohanet Avenue. "And before you even start, I know you don't approve of what I do but what you do isn't exactly legal. So, don't you go judging me on how I make my money."
"Okay, I'm sorry how I handled it at your place." Allie apologizes. "You do want you gotta do."
"Thank you." Sasha says turning on Cisco Street. "And thanks for coming to my rescue back there."
"I've been coming to your rescue since the seventh grade." Allie matter-of-factly reminds.
"You mean when punched Brad Hargreaves at recess?" Sasha asks as she turns to Iroquois Avenue. "Served that asshole right after he told everyone in school that my mom was a hooker working in Chase Point."
"I didn't punch him for that." Allie clarifies. "You were so pissed off, you thought you could put him in his place with a slap across his smug face."
"Well, yeah." Sasha replies. "I admit I lied when I told everyone that mom was a receptionist at the Majestic Hotel but she wasn't a Chase Point hooker, she was an escort. Most of the time she did work at the Majestic, so it wasn't that big of a lie. But the way Brad told everyone she was a junkie whore, I just lost it."
