RicoFerdinand
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It was a sweet set up, however dodgy, it was what had to be done. Tommy had fucked up majorly and he had pulled me back down with him. On a money run to San Francisco, he'd passed through Vegas and pretty much blown all our cash - in the hundreds of thousands range. And problem was, it wasn't our money. It was the Chinese's, and of course, once they found out, they would be pissed. They didn't yet, luckily, but we were both painstakingly aware that when they found out, we'd be dead.
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Me, from the archive
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Tommy, a previous model, before getting into more lucurative lines of business
So we'd had to throw ourselves around fast to get the money, which we didn't have nowhere like among us. It wasn't perfect, or pretty, at least, but fact had it we were also in possession of a particular load in the back of our wan. We had no idea what it was, it was in a locked crate. It belonged to those same Chinese. But the thing was that, for reasons I don't have time to get into, they didn't know we had it. In fact, they thought it was lost, and the blame for losing it was not on us. The Chinese had written the thing of and, faultily, dealt with the matter. Our plan had been to return it for good will, but now we thought different of the matter. We knew the Mexicans wanted it too, so we'd gotten in touch, and were planning to hand it over tomorrow, at this desolate motel with no phone reception comfortably north of the border.
The Mexicans could be rough and to make ourselves understood, we'd picked up Rafael and Paul from cross state, who'd met us up here. Where Tommy and myself where the brains, they were the muscle. Dim but efficient. Their primary objective was to menace, but they'd be more than able to throw punches and more if the situation was dire. That would all be for tomorrow, though. Rafael and Paul were on watch for sure, but the are a was just a piece of back road to the horizon, and absolutely any approach would be spotted miles off, so the atmosphere was relaxed. Tommy and myself were in the pool, Rafael in the driveway and Paul on the terrace above.
There had been a bit of a commotion when the unexpected car had drove up, but given it was a wreck beyond Mexican standards, we didn't find it likely to be trouble. It could've been a ruse, though, so we went to stations in hiding close to the wan hidden down back, while Tommy dared inside, talked to Nina, the proprietor, to which he had enjoyed close relations to the night before when we came in, and with which he had a really nice tone. It was another one of Tommy's many flaws. He was a womanizer, but it had it's benefits, since he always instilled a good relation with women, which often proved useful.
He came strolling back confidently. He told us not to worry, the couple had been arguing and had no idea. The woman had been out of the mans league, Nina had admitted, and he had been off right away, swearing under his breath. The woman had shut herself in the room. Nina had added that she was probably deprived. As Tommy spoke, I already heard him contemplating this girl, and he would statistically succeed. I just grinned, thinking we would see what happened. With this dull evening coming on and two women, I saw no reason he should have both.
So anyway, we returned to stations, which for Tommy and me involved an ice cold beer on the sunbeds. Then you appeared, in your bikini, and we looked at you, turning as you entered the patio behind us, our chairs facing the pool.
"Hey!" Tommy smiled widely, leaning in his elbow, raising his bottle. "Whatever the hell brings a girl like you to this particular nowhere at prime weekend hours? You look like you teleported in from somewhere smoking in the Hollywood Hills!"
https://i.pinimg.com/736x/a9/61/38/a961387ff07f9aa8e35d646582487848.jpg
Me, from the archive
https://i.pinimg.com/474x/91/06/95/91069596c305d525b7468a09cda225c5--sexy-guys-sexy-men.jpg
Tommy, a previous model, before getting into more lucurative lines of business
So we'd had to throw ourselves around fast to get the money, which we didn't have nowhere like among us. It wasn't perfect, or pretty, at least, but fact had it we were also in possession of a particular load in the back of our wan. We had no idea what it was, it was in a locked crate. It belonged to those same Chinese. But the thing was that, for reasons I don't have time to get into, they didn't know we had it. In fact, they thought it was lost, and the blame for losing it was not on us. The Chinese had written the thing of and, faultily, dealt with the matter. Our plan had been to return it for good will, but now we thought different of the matter. We knew the Mexicans wanted it too, so we'd gotten in touch, and were planning to hand it over tomorrow, at this desolate motel with no phone reception comfortably north of the border.
The Mexicans could be rough and to make ourselves understood, we'd picked up Rafael and Paul from cross state, who'd met us up here. Where Tommy and myself where the brains, they were the muscle. Dim but efficient. Their primary objective was to menace, but they'd be more than able to throw punches and more if the situation was dire. That would all be for tomorrow, though. Rafael and Paul were on watch for sure, but the are a was just a piece of back road to the horizon, and absolutely any approach would be spotted miles off, so the atmosphere was relaxed. Tommy and myself were in the pool, Rafael in the driveway and Paul on the terrace above.
There had been a bit of a commotion when the unexpected car had drove up, but given it was a wreck beyond Mexican standards, we didn't find it likely to be trouble. It could've been a ruse, though, so we went to stations in hiding close to the wan hidden down back, while Tommy dared inside, talked to Nina, the proprietor, to which he had enjoyed close relations to the night before when we came in, and with which he had a really nice tone. It was another one of Tommy's many flaws. He was a womanizer, but it had it's benefits, since he always instilled a good relation with women, which often proved useful.
He came strolling back confidently. He told us not to worry, the couple had been arguing and had no idea. The woman had been out of the mans league, Nina had admitted, and he had been off right away, swearing under his breath. The woman had shut herself in the room. Nina had added that she was probably deprived. As Tommy spoke, I already heard him contemplating this girl, and he would statistically succeed. I just grinned, thinking we would see what happened. With this dull evening coming on and two women, I saw no reason he should have both.
So anyway, we returned to stations, which for Tommy and me involved an ice cold beer on the sunbeds. Then you appeared, in your bikini, and we looked at you, turning as you entered the patio behind us, our chairs facing the pool.
"Hey!" Tommy smiled widely, leaning in his elbow, raising his bottle. "Whatever the hell brings a girl like you to this particular nowhere at prime weekend hours? You look like you teleported in from somewhere smoking in the Hollywood Hills!"