Page 38 of Gang of Roses: Dice

“I bank with City Union. Matter of fact, that's my first stop in the morning. Somebody done made some activity on my account, and I know damn well it wasn't me. Since I'll already be there with the truck, I'ma go on and get that handled. I'll let the bank manager, Joey Tillman, know you'll be stopping by. He's a good dude.”

There it was… the starting point.

Finally! I told them I was getting that shit this go-round, and I got it!

I’m glad everybody was here and ready to go just in case, and this wasn’t a wasted trip. I was prepared to pull the second base card, and it worked.

Rebel and her geek-squad ass had done exactly what she said she was going to do before I arrived. That girl could make a computer confess to crimes it ain't even committed. I’m glad she decided to make a move on his account, and it was just our luck we were still here planning, and I was right here to catch the route.

Rebel called in her best friend, Crow. This job was too important, though, so she brought Crow in to make sure everything went exactly as planned.

I'd spent the last two months letting Greg think he was making progress, hoping he'd eventually loosen up enough to tell me something useful. Instead, this fool clutched that armored truck route tighter than old folks held onto Social Security checks.

This kitty got him loose, though.

Tomorrow, he'd drive us exactly where we needed to be without ever realizing he was the one opening the front door.

For Greg's sake...

I hoped he stayed out the way when me and my bitches pulled up.

Bullets ain't got feelings, and on a mission, we for damn sure didn’t. I rubbed my ass against his semi-hard dick. The little wee-wee got lost between my cheeks.

This man was a beautiful waste.

Before he remembered, he just unknowingly told me the start of his route. I bent over and made my ass clap while I grabbed my jeans that were folded neatly on the shelf.

“Dammit, girl. You gon’ take all this pipe.”

This man was delulu. You six at best, and that was a stretch.

“In due time, sweetie. In due time.” I lied while I jumped and wiggled my big ass into my jeans. I missed my leather. That was another thing…no bike.

Greg knew nothing about my ability to sling a motorcycle. To his knowledge… I drove a damn Altima. Nothing against it, but I loved me a big boy Jeep, or one of my bikes. This other shit was not for me.

“Where you headed?” he asked.

“I gotta stop by the crash pad and finish packing. I still need to iron my uniform, make sure my luggage is under the weight limit, and grab a couple things from the store. Once I board that plane tomorrow, I’ll be gone for a minute, and you know I hate trying to remember shit at the last minute.”

Now that I knew the truck’s first stop, it was time for me to shake and make sure everyone could get in place within hours. I had to let G.O.R. know exactly where to stage.

“Dang, I’ma miss you, baby. When will you be back in the Big Apple?”

“Is that right?”

“You already know.”

“I don’t know. But I won’t stay away from you long.” I lied. I was over this gig with him, and now that I know his lick game, even the head wasn’t worth it. I would pick a new John before I kept faking it with Greg.

I turned around and looked at him and his beautiful face before leaning over to kiss his cheek. Judging by the way his lips puckered, I was almost certain he thought I was aiming for his mouth.

“See you soon, love.”

I left him standing in the bathroom and walked toward the front of the house to grab my pumps.

“Hol’ up. Let me give you something.”

I turned around and waited. Turning down free money had never been one of my talents.