Chapter 32 Unknown
Chapter thirty-two
Unknown
Me: It 's time. You need to grab her. Soon.
UNKNOWN: You said I’d have more time. She’s always with people now. Friends. The tattoo guy.
Me: You’re wasting opportunities. Do you want the rest of the money or not?
UNKNOWN: It’s not about the money. This wasn’t the plan. The cameras, the new locks—she’s not alone anymore. It’s risky.
Me: I didn’t ask if it was risky. I asked if you’re doing it. You’ve been watching her long enough. I held up my end. Now do yours.
UNKNOWN: She’ll scream. Someone will see.
Me: Then don’t let her scream. You’ve done worse for less. Or are you getting soft?
UNKNOWN: No. I just don’t want this blowing back on me. It’s not clean yet.
Me: I don’t need clean. I need fast.
Do it before that tattooed bastard tightens his grip on her. She was mine first.
UNKNOWN: Let me think.
Me: You’ve got 24 hours. After that, I’ll find someone else.
Me: You’re hesitating. I can feel it. That’s dangerous—for both of us.
UNKNOWN: I’m not hesitating. I’m thinking. You told me we’d do this clean, not messy and complicated.
Me: Clean changed the minute he started sniffing around her. You had time. Now you don’t.
UNKNOWN: She 's not stupid. She’s jumpy now. She’s watched. This isn’t the same girl you said would be easy.
Me: Don’t tell me what she is. I know her better than you ever will. I built her. Broke her. Put her back together.
She belongs to me.
UNKNOWN: Yeah? Then why does she look at him like she never looked at you?
Me: Watch your tone.
UNKNOWN: Just saying… maybe she’s not yours anymore.
Me: It would be wise to remember your place; this won’t end well otherwise. I’ve cleaned up your messes before. I can make you disappear too.
You’re not irreplaceable.
UNKNOWN: I… I don’t know if…
Me: Don’t get weak on me now. One slip. One quiet moment. That’s all you need. And when you have her? You bring her to me.
UNKNOWN: I’ll handle it. Just don’t push me again.
Me: Tick-tock. If you don’t, someone else will.
And they won’t be as gentle.