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Nova sighed and reached for the three bags of hot food.

She carried them to the door and rang the doorbell.

A man with glasses and wrinkled nose answered the door.

“Everything there?”

“Yes,” Nova said.

“Did you check? Did you touch my food? Huh?”

“No, sir. I just pick it up. You can see that the bag is sealed.”

“Then how did you check?”

“I just take what they give me.”

“This is why I never leave a tip. Get off my porch.”

Nova stepped back and felt her throat tighten. For some reason this stranger was the guy that got to her. Her eyes filled with tears as she tried to casually walk to her SUV. She made the error of looking at the two bikers. The second they saw the tears, that was it. They were off their motorcycles and walking toward Nova.

The two guys were part of the enforcers group for SOFRAW. It was Dolph and Virus. These guys thrived off violence. Off confrontation. They didn’t sit in prayer and talk things out. No need. They were muscle. Literally muscle. Built like professional wrestlers except if they used a steel chair to someone’s head, it was a real chair and a real hit with real injuries.

“What happened with that guy?” Virus asked.

“Nothing,” Nova said.

“We’re here to protect you,” Dolph said.

The enforcers introduced themselves.

“I’m used to it,” Nova said. “Sometimes they don’t tip. You do all that driving. Then they’re mean and they just…”

Virus was already on the move.

“Just stay in your SUV,” Dolph said.

“I don’t have to take orders from you,” Nova said.

She wasn’t sure if Dolph heard her or not. She climbed into her SUV. She looked at her phone. Another order offer had come in. Nova accepted it.

Stuck in the driveway because of the motorcycles blocking, all Nova could do was sit and wait. Virus kicked open the front door to the man’s house. When the man appeared a few seconds later, face boiling red with anger, Virus pulled the man out onto the porch. He then slammed the man against the house.

Dolph punched the house, just inches from the man’s face. Virus wasn’t as kind. He punched the man in the stomach. The man crumbled to the porch and that’s when Virus and Dolph dug through the man’s pockets.

Vera watched as the two enforcers counted cash. They both said something to the man. Dolph spit on him. Then they walked off the porch and toward Vera’s SUV. She rolled the window down.

“Here you go,” Virus said, handing her well over sixty dollars in cash. “He wanted us to tell you how grateful he is for you doing this job.”

“Do you have another order now?” Dolph asked.

Vera nodded.

She gently placed the money next to her on the passenger seat. She looked at the front porch and saw the man climbing to his feet. There was no way this wasn’t going to come back and haunt her. Bad reviews. Complaints. Nova knew this side job would not last much longer.

But in a way, it was kind of cool to have bikers beating the shit out of cheapskates and taking their money to give to her.

By the time Vera decided to call it a day, she made over three hundred dollars in cash and Virus and Dolph gave out several black eyes, three chipped teeth, two broken noses, and one possible broken kneecap.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
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