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Chapter 39 (Beggar)
Chapter 39 (Beggar)
“Bull you go around the back, Beggar, and I'll take the front, Rest, Scurry and Winner you three go
inside and make sure she doesn't leave,” Killer orders from his vantage point next to me.
We are sitting in a white van in the back of the Walmart Market in Tampa Florida.
Five weeks have gone by since we've left Kanla.
Killer, Bull, and I met up with the others in Houston and tracked Harley, first to a secret laboratory in
Dallas.
The woman got me good when we managed to get her and knocked me out with a metal baseball bat
on my head.
She got away and we searched for three days until we got our next lead at the old testing facility in
Kentucky.
There she went bat shit crazy and starting shooting at us, but she did manage to get more drugs. We
found this out because she dropped one of the vials.
Killer was getting pissed more and more as we kept losing her. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.
Rest wasn't helping the situation with her infatuation with Bull. And Scurry and Winner, well they were
just Scurry and Winner, they did as they were told.
Loyal to a fault, but not much of a brain.
The two were brothers, Scurry, the older one by three weeks. Apparently, their dad had a lot of love to
share. The two did know how to make me laugh and were great at getting information from people.
Which was how we finally got our new lead, which led us first on a private jet to California.
Michael, Killer's brother was helping us by hacking into the road cameras and a bunch of other stuff
that I was still learning.
Now here we were, and Harley was inside the Walmart buying chocolate. And I was currently feeling all
kinds of sick.
I kept getting nauseous, Killer said it could be the riding but Rest insisted something far more
permanent than motion sickness.
“Begs, want something while I'm in,” Winner winks at me, and Killer hits him on the back of the head
before he continues loading his 9mm.
I drop my head down and smile as I zip up the white overall I was given with a logo on it.
My cap goes onto my plaited hair as the others also strap up. We are sitting in the back of the van.
Killer next to me, also in a white overall. Rest is by the door, her binoculars in her one hand and her
gun in the other as she watches Bull strap his knives on his very thick thighs and legs.
He is giving her a show, unintentionally and I do feel her pity.
Woman doesn't know the man is broken inside. Winner is next to Killer, probably why he got smacked
three times in the twenty minutes we have parked the van.
His light green gaze is playful even on such a serious day.
The fake mustache completes his playful look, but I have to admit he is a good looking man, even with
the belly. Like a big teddy bear.
Scurry is next to me, he is a quiet guy, deep brown eyes and a hard set of jaws.
His nose is prominent and his skin is a deep brown that looks like he was born golden.
He is a very handsome guy and can tell you a story that is so gruesome and make it funny.
Except for times like these, while his brother cracks us up and messes around he just goes quiet.
Guess they all have their way of handling shit.
Even I do.
I touch the choker around my neck and Killer stares at me while I am doing it before he hands me a
gun.
I take it, zip my overall down and shove it into my holster.
“Is it troubling you?” He asks me, and I shake my head in the negative.
I still can't believe he got me this