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Too late
“Yeah, Cop, I get you” Oh, the lines he’d already crossed “Any news on Lefty?”
With a shake of his head, Copper said, “No The fucker can hide, I’ll give him that much”
The day Lefty died would be the best fucking day Rocket had in years The club had a contact that owed them They’d done a favor and were supposed to receive Lefty as pay underground “You know, Cop—”
“Don’t even think about it”
Rocked grunted “I didn’t even fucking say anything”
“Yeah, but I know you Known you for years You were about to offer to reach out to so you do that”
“Cop, I know guys with connections we only e had Guys who could flush Lefty out with less effort than chewing fucking gum” And he did His contacts worked, even lived in the shadows It’s where they thrived Lefty wouldn’t stand a chance
“Yeah, and before you could grab your dick, ould get back to Esposito, and he’d have exactly the aet you to do his dirty work Ain’t happening We’ll get Lefty And we’ll fucking end him But it won’t happen at your expense”
“Thanks, Copper”
“Ain’t a thing, brother”
Rocket extended his hand across the desk as did Copper Just as they were about to clasp, Copper pulled back “Oh wait,” he said “One ”
Rocket froze, hand in midair Oh fuck
The hair around Copper’s rin that had Rocket’s balls shriveling The next words out of Copper’sto bode well for him
“Gonna patch-in LJ next Friday Shoulda happened already, but with all the shit that’s been going on, I put it off The guys need a party and they need a big one I’d like you to plan it”
What The Fuck
“Uh, don’t the ol’ ladies usually take care of that kind of thing?”
His president’s srew “They sure do And they’ll be around to help But you’ll be running the show”
Narrowing his eyes, he pulled his hand away as he rested back in the chair Fuck if he was gonna shake the president’s hand now A punishment That’s what this was A damn joke of a punish as party planner the torture would commence “Shoulda known you wouldn’t let me off the hook”
Copper laughed “Sorry, brother That’s the way it is”