Author's note: This story is meant to be set on Lindsay Lohan's 21st birthday in 2007. I hope you all enjoy it.
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I was fast asleep until my cell phone rang. I picked it up to see Stefan's name on it. Damn! Doesn't this kid ever sleep?
"What you want?" I said sounding very groggy.
"I got these guys over here that owe us some big bucks. They're already a month behind and say it's gonna be five more weeks before they get the cash. Should I pop 'em?" Stefan was pretty eager to shoot someone. He hasn't got a kill to his name, but when it comes down to 'popping' them, he backs out and leaves me to do the dirty work.
"How are we gonna get our money if we kill them?" I said yawning, rubbing the sleep from my eyes with my free hand, looking over at Brittany's naked body.
"That is a very good point! So what should I do. I've slapped 'em around a bit should I just carry on?"
"Sure. Carry on till I get there." I said hanging up the phone. I got out of bed and I took a quick shower and went over to my walk in closet. I decided to wear a sports jacket, which I was pretty much never seen without, I picked out a red one, just in case there was any blood involved. Blood on red wasn't as visible as blood on white. I wore a black t-shirt underneath and red pants.
I picked up a gun and put it into the side of my pants, since that encounter in the alleyway, I haven't left the house without packing. I put on sunglasses to hide my red eyes, from the lack of sleep and too much weed from the night before and then I headed off to the club.
It was pretty early and from the looks of things, Stefan was the only one at the club, so I had to park the car around at the car park out the back myself. It was no big deal, but I was just so use to having valet parking. I went in to see Stefan at the bar, he was having a drink. He was in a white shirt, and black pants.
"A bit too early to be drinking, isn't it?" I asked.
"Hey dogg!" He said getting up, shaking my hand, pulling me towards him, doing the hand shake and half hug thing. "It ain't early if you got that dick head Freddy lying out his ass to you all morning."
"You think he's lying?"
"Of course he is!" Stefan said picking up some papers off the bar counter. "This is his business proposal. When he first came to us. He said once he had the business running, he'd turn a profit within a month. It's been six weeks, I know he's making money and holding out on us."
Freddy came to us pretty much on the day we started loan sharking. I don't know how word got around that fast but that was six weeks ago. I can't believe six weeks had already passed. I had quite a hectic couple of weeks, bedding a couple of hot celebs and then six weeks of nothing. It had been nearly two months since I last saw Elisha, but if rumours were right. She was now seeing a ice hockey player from 'The Kings.'
"O.K." I said heading towards the back. We had rooms that we called 'interrogation rooms.' It was a room where we beat the crap out of them until they gave us our money. More like a torture room than anything else. I went into the office first and went into the bottom drawer. We had a revolver in there for emergencies, if anything turned sour. This was before we turned big time and needed bigger guns. I put the revolver into the inside pocket of my sports jacket.
I went in to see Freddy there with his girlfriend, Alyssa. Stefan had a thing for Alyssa, that's probably the reason why he wanted to pop Freddy, to try and steal her. Which there's no way she'd go with him after watching him kill her boyfriend. Not the brightest kid. They were sat at a table, the room was set out like an interrogation room that you'd see in something like '24.'
"Like I told your buddy, I'll have the money in a month." He said looking at Alyssa. He had a cocky tone to his voice. I think he was just trying to show her that he was the man, during the initial negotiation, Alyssa had done all the talking and pretty much muscled the deal. He was trying to show her that he wasn't a pussy and had a set. She smiled at him, as if to say that he was the man.
"Also. 40% fee for borrowing? That's bullshit. We want a lower interest rate."
"You said you'd turn a profit within a month." I said ignoring what he just said. "It's now been six weeks. We gave you an extra fortnight and now you're taking the piss." I pulled the revolver out.
"I know this paper shows all your transactions. It looks like everyone pays by credit card and you take like $100 a week in cash. Now I know you declare less cash taken in, cos you can't declare less money taken in on credit cards, so you pay less tax but you can't fool us." I emptied all of the bullets out of the revolver and put one in. I spun the chamber and closed it.
"I know you take in more cash than this. So the question is this. Where's are you hiding the cash?" I asked. "It's not in your bank, the statements show that. But where have you put it?"
"You can't intimidate me by threatening me with Russian roulette." Freddy said. I cocked the gun.
"But I'm not threatening. Well not you any way." I pointed the gun to Alyssa's and pulled the trigger. Alyssa screamed and a look of fear hit Freddy's face. I cocked the gun again and pointed it to Alyssa's face. "And I'm not playing." I laughed. "You think I'm crazy enough to point this to my own head? What if the bullet comes out the next time I pull the trigger?" I asked looking at Stefan.
"Kash?" Stefan said with a worried voice.
"I'd be dead is what would happen." I said, hoping that it sinks in that his girlfriend could end up dead if he gives me another wrong answer. "Where's the cash?" I asked Freddy. He looked scared.
"You wouldn't do..." I pulled the trigger before he could finish. This time both Alyssa and Freddy screamed. I cocked the gun again and pointed it to Alyssa's face. Tears started to stream down her face.
"You really like to gamble with your girl's life don't you?" I mocked Freddy. "It's not really a gamble, cos sooner or later the one and only bullet is gonna come up. You now have a one in four chance." I said my voice getting back to being serious. "So. I repeat the question once again. Where..."
"It's in a locker!" Alyssa cried. Freddy looked at her. I wasn't sure if he wasn't telling because he didn't care or if Alyssa had told him not to say anything.
"Which locker?" Stefan asked.
"What the fuck does it matter?" I said. "How do we know they're not gonna send us on a wild goose chase while they disappear. That's why you're coming with me." I said to Freddy. "We're gonna get the cash and come back here and that's when you both get to walk out of here." Freddy slowly got to his feet, his knees shaking.
"Stefan." I said turning to him. "Reward this beautiful woman for telling us what we wanted to know by giving her something all women want." I laughed. "Give her a pearl necklace."
"Sure thing!" Stefan said pulling his pants up, moving Alyssa's focus to his crotch.
"No! But we're paying!" Freddy said realising what Stefan was about to do to his girl. I hit him with the back of the revolver.
"After keeping us waiting this long and wasting all this time. You're lucky we don't take a couple of fingers." Freddy shut up and he drove us to the locker that he kept the money in. It was at a very unoriginal place, at an airport. It reminded me of that movie 'Get Shorty.' We went back to the car and I made him pay for parking. He had a defeated look on his face and said nothing.
My cell phone rang and I answered. "Hello?"
"Kash. It's Lindsay. I'm on set now and I was wondering if you could bring me some blow?"
"Aren't you suppose to be fresh out of rehab?" I asked.
"That was ages ago and it was for alcohol and it was my mom's doing any way. I don't have a problem." Lindsay replied.
"OK." I laughed. "You filming in LA?"
