She certainly looked the part. Vince gave the young woman an
appreciative once-over: gold jewelry, gun at her hip, iconic black leather
outfit and steel-toed boots. Yes, she fit in nicely with the crowd at Leon’s
Social Club, but something wasn’t right.
Nevertheless, she was nice to look at, and he nodded at the bartender to bring them each another drink. “So why do you want to work for me, of all people? There’s groups that bring in better money. Did the Catorces and Sabados turn you down or something?”
The woman sat a little straighter on her bar stool. “No one turns me down. I'm the best female operative in this city. I always get my man.”
Vince leaned an elbow on the bar and considered. Bragging was okay; he did plenty of it himself. But there was an edgy quality to her voice that he didn’t like. Nice breasts, though. “You didn’t answer my question.”
She gave a little sniff and took a gulp from her fresh drink before answering. “Quix is an asshole and Malo is the biggest loser around. I wouldn’t work for them if they were paying in diamonds.” She darted a seductive glance over the rim of her glass. “I like you, though.”
“I like you, too, babe.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. She had caught his eye when she first walked in, all lithe moves like a dancer, and with a hip-swaying stride that made heads turn. “I use more than just personal considerations when I let someone join my gang, though. What do you bring to the table besides a pretty face and nice words?”
Vince thought he detected a scowl flash across her face, immediately replaced by a seductive smile. “Follow me and I’ll show you.”
She slipped off the stool and headed toward the door, with Vince following just close enough not to lose her in the crowd, but not so close he couldn’t get a good look at her ass. Very nice.
As they neared the door, she paused and gave him a sidelong look over her shoulder, then pushed open the door and stepped outside. Vince made as if he would follow, then ducked to the side at the last moment so another man could exit ahead of him. The sudden staccato of gunfire outside silenced the barroom, and all eyes turned on Vince.
He met their gaze with an expression of utter innocence. “Must’ve had an enemy.”
Nevertheless, she was nice to look at, and he nodded at the bartender to bring them each another drink. “So why do you want to work for me, of all people? There’s groups that bring in better money. Did the Catorces and Sabados turn you down or something?”
The woman sat a little straighter on her bar stool. “No one turns me down. I'm the best female operative in this city. I always get my man.”
Vince leaned an elbow on the bar and considered. Bragging was okay; he did plenty of it himself. But there was an edgy quality to her voice that he didn’t like. Nice breasts, though. “You didn’t answer my question.”
She gave a little sniff and took a gulp from her fresh drink before answering. “Quix is an asshole and Malo is the biggest loser around. I wouldn’t work for them if they were paying in diamonds.” She darted a seductive glance over the rim of her glass. “I like you, though.”
“I like you, too, babe.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. She had caught his eye when she first walked in, all lithe moves like a dancer, and with a hip-swaying stride that made heads turn. “I use more than just personal considerations when I let someone join my gang, though. What do you bring to the table besides a pretty face and nice words?”
Vince thought he detected a scowl flash across her face, immediately replaced by a seductive smile. “Follow me and I’ll show you.”
She slipped off the stool and headed toward the door, with Vince following just close enough not to lose her in the crowd, but not so close he couldn’t get a good look at her ass. Very nice.
As they neared the door, she paused and gave him a sidelong look over her shoulder, then pushed open the door and stepped outside. Vince made as if he would follow, then ducked to the side at the last moment so another man could exit ahead of him. The sudden staccato of gunfire outside silenced the barroom, and all eyes turned on Vince.
He met their gaze with an expression of utter innocence. “Must’ve had an enemy.”
A few toughs looked outside, saw the bleeding man sprawled
in the dust and shrugged. The patrons of Leon’s Social Club weren’t known for
their friendly contacts in the outside world.
Vince returned to the bar and picked up his drink.
“What happened to your friend?” the bartender asked as he cleared the young woman’s glassware.
Vince considered his words. “She was on a mission.”
“Oh. I wish her luck, I guess.”
“Don’t bother,” Vince said with a grin. “For once, she didn't get her man.”
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Vince returned to the bar and picked up his drink.
“What happened to your friend?” the bartender asked as he cleared the young woman’s glassware.
Vince considered his words. “She was on a mission.”
“Oh. I wish her luck, I guess.”
“Don’t bother,” Vince said with a grin. “For once, she didn't get her man.”
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5 comments:
Did she really think that he would fool that easy? Pity about Jo Blow or whoever he was as he won't be in again. We have both got a terrible taste in bars.
A woman on a mission..yes indeed..love the forthright grit in this world..
Maybe she'll still get her mind some day.If she's still alive
It's a good thing that Vince isn't so easily suckered by a pretty face and a shapely tail end. Your words are blended in seamlessly. Awesome work Ann.
That was really smart of Vince, but I feel for the guy who bit it.
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