Page 106 of The Woman in the Garage

“Gotta have the whole story to give to Dasha when I go home.”

“Minus the whole killing a man thing.”

“Well, I can’t tell her what we did.” The Family was big on plausible deniability. We never wanted the women or kids getting caught up in any possible legal issues because they knew more than they should. So while many of them assumed and drew conclusions, we never confirmed if we could help it. “But I think she’s smart enough to know she never has to worry again. Let’s check this shit out,” I said as Dante handed me gloves, then slipped his own on.

We made our way into the unit, the late evening sun brightening the inside just enough that we didn’t need a light source.

I grabbed the lid of the closest tote from the day before, whipping it off, and let out a low curse.

“Fuck,” Dante said as well.

There weren’t baggies full of white crystals inside like with all the first totes.

No.

This one was absolutely fucking packed with cash.

Stacks upon stacks of money.

Dante reached in, grabbing a stack and fanning it.

“Tens and twenties. Mostly twenties. That makes this, what?” he asked, trying to measure the size of the container.

“It’s easily five hundred k to two million.”

“Even if all the ones yesterday were only a million…”

“It’s a shitload of money.”

And we still hadn’t cleared out all of the units. No matter what was in them—cash or drugs—it was going to be a fuckton of money making its way to Dasha, even after the South American crew was paid.

“You got yourself a sugar mama,” Dante said.

I didn’t give a fuck about the cash.

But I was happy for Dasha.

And whatever she wanted to do with that money.

“Speaking of, I’m gonna go get home to her.”

I snapped the lid closed on the tote.

All of that shit could be dealt with another day.

Dasha had been hanging out with my mom and brother all day.

I wanted to get home to her.

I wanted to tell her it was all over.

There were still things to do. Employees to fire. Cocaine to sell to an established kingpin. Money to count and hide.

But it could all wait.

I wanted to have a quiet night at home with my girl.

Dasha - 1 week

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