Waiting Game

He had come here hoping to bump into her, but no such luck so far. Her good looks and elusive style transfixed him the last time she saw her here with her long legs, pouty lips and a Glock at her hip with her name spelled out on the handle in what looked like diamonds. She wasn't the sort to knuckle under to someone else's demands. Too bad for her. Vince hoped he would catch up with her before Quix from the Catorces did. Poaching on an established gang leader's turf could only lead to trouble, and although Vince liked to brag that he wasn't sentimental, he had a certain admiration for pretty girls who could hold their own in a fight. If the Catorces jumped her, it would be a fight she wouldn't win alone. Vince sighed and leaned against the wall...waiting.