“Why? Why did you take that trouble or, I mean, send boys to do it? You barely know me.”Īnd that was when Knight Sebring laid it out and when he did, I didn’t feel tingles. They gave me a call, I gave them the go-ahead, you got a secured door, lighting and a f**king lock that might give you enough time to at least dial 911 before some motherfucker is on you.” The words your landlord returned they didn’t like much. You pay for a workin’ fuckin’ elevator and a secured door. Your rent isn’t steep but it isn’t shit either. Not only because you only got one set of stairs, and it’s the one furthest away from the front door, but also, once you get up to your hall, it’s dark and your door’s got a lock, one boot to it, it’ll pop right open. And the door open for any motherfucker to walk through? They see you, trail you, you’re f**ked. “A fire could cut off from your escape route, you only got one. One flight of steps for a building that size? Fuck no,” he bit out, now not sounding impatient but pissed. “Why’d you have boys beat up Steve?” I asked and again didn’t know why. “Though,” he amended, “it wasn’t me taking shots at that motherfucker only because I had other shit to do.” My entire body got tight but I forced through stiff lips my, “What?” “But I sent the boys who did,” he finished. If he didn’t, it was a rude thing to assume. He didn’t say anything for a few beats then, softly, he ordered, “Anya, take the phone.”
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