“When I come back, I’ll explain everything. Just get some sleep.” Shane continued to walk away as Alice and Carmen stayed behind.

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          Shane pulled up to a gated house and pushed the button.

“Name?”

“Shane—number 01878.” The buzzer went off, and the gate opened. She drove up to the house and parked the SUV. She walked up the steps and was stopped by fully gun-loaded security guards at the door. They patted her down, and she fixed her jacket. She walked into the house and  into the hall of the house. The fire was roaring in the room as Shane approached her boss. The tall, dark-haired woman leaned against her desk as her dog sat at her feet.

“I’m glad that you showed up. I thought you were dead.”

Shane smiled. “I’ll never die. I had to take care of something.”

“Did you get yourself some pussy Shane?” The blonde that was sitting at the table with her glass in hand.

“I guess you can say that Tina.” Tina smiled as she took a drink from her glass.

“When I told you to get here, I mean get here. I don’t care if you’re fuckin’ some broad—you push her off and get here.” The dark-haired woman snorted.

“I’m sorry Bette,” Bette shook her head.

“Don’t be sorry—if you continue to slip, I’ll have to bring in Schechter.”

“Schechter,” Shane scuffed. “Why would you try to bring in a coked out whore to do my job?”

“Because this coked out whore does a way better job than you.” Jennifer appeared from behind Shane and stood next to her.

“You could never do my job J. This is not a little girl’s job—this is a “man’s” job.”

“I think I have more balls than you do Shane.”

“Whatever the job is Bette, I can get it done.”

“All right—I have a new one.” Bette grabbed the file from the desk and handed it to Shane. “Her name is Candace Jewell—she’s a carpenter.”

“A carpenter?” Shane looked at Bette weirdly.

“That’s what she goes under, but that’s not her job. She’s a smutty drug pusher, and I want her gone.”

“What did she do to you?” Shane crossed her arms.

“She was around my daughter, and I don’t want that fuckin’ cunt near my daughter. So I want her taking out.”

“Why didn’t you tell her to stay away from Angelica?”

“Because the woman has a fuckin’ thick skull and doesn’t want to listen to anything I have to say. So the only way to get through to her is to kill her.” Bette grinned.

“Can you do the job McCutcheon or does Jennifer have to do it for you?” Tina grabbed the olive from the bottom of her glass and slid it in her mouth.

“I’ll do the job—,” Bette grabbed the stack of money sitting on the table and tossed it at Shane. Shane caught it and looked at Bette.

“Don’t make me regret this—or I will have you taken out.” Jennifer looked at Shane and smiled.

“Good luck McCutcheon.”

“Blow me Schechter.”

“Love to,” Shane rolled her eyes and walked away.

“Keep an eye on her Jennifer. I don’t want her slipping.” Tina watched Shane walking out of the room.