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“If she doesn’t come through for us,” the boss said, “we’re screwed. You understand that, right?”
“Hell yeah I understand it. But we got this. We’ll bring her in tonight. That I guarantee you.”
“Took us seven months to find her. Seven long months after she got released. Should have grabbed her the moment she walked out of that penitentiary. But your ass didn’t even know she was being released.”
“We didn’t know she was a part of this until three weeks ago. Remember that? We just found out. And within weeks of finding out, we found her. We did our due-diligence. Now I got a guy on the ground to grab her. What’s the problem?”
“The problem is you don’t know there’s a problem,” Mosley said. “That’s the problem I always have with your ass. I told you to keep her on our radar the day she walked into that prison.”
“But we weren’t sure she had anything to do with it.”
“You weren’t sure, but I was. That’s why I told you to keep tabs on her. I told you that two years ago. But did you do it? No. That should have been a firing offense in and of itself.”
Mosley motioned for his driver to pull over. “If I wake up tomorrow and find that bitch is not in our custody and control, there’s no more shoulda-woulda-couldas. Itwill bea firingoffense. Of the permanent variety.” He turned and looked at Kaiser Grant as the SUV came to a stop. “You feel me?”
Kaiser swallowed hard. “I feel you,” he said. “But what I’m trying to say--”
“Get out,” Mosley said, interrupting him.
Kaiser knew he was on borrowed time. He knew this grab and go had to work or it would be his ass. “Yes sir,” he said, and got out of the SUV. “Asshole,” he added, as the SUV sped away, leaving him in the dust and miles away from where he started from.
CHAPTER SIX
After the airstairs of the Dassault Falcon 900 dropped down, Brina could see a big, burly man hurry down the stairs. He opened the back passenger door of the limousine that was waiting at the foot of the stairs as a tall blonde got off the plane, followed by a well-built, muscular man who was walking down behind her. By the way he carried himself as he buttoned his suitcoat and put on his dark sunglasses, Brina assumed him to be the boss she’d heard so much about but had never met. And the way the blonde got to the limo and then turned around and looked at him, as if she was pleading with him about something, and the way he pointed at her as he made his way down the stairs, as if he was dressing her down the way they said he loved to do, only solidified her fear. This man could fire her for little of nothing because of this day gig Mrs. Dash insisted she take. And then what? Nobody else would hire her. She would lose her apartment, which she’d worked so hard to obtain. It was a horrible thought to Brina.
But as the boss and the blonde continued to argue with each other, Brina suddenly realized that the burly man that had opened the limo door for the blonde was now motioning to her in what looked like very angry gesturing. And he was motioning for her to bring the Mercedes to the plane. She wanted to tell him that the sign said no parking on the tarmac and that was why she parked in the spaces provided, but what was she thinking? Rules didn’t apply to people like them. She hurried behind the wheel of the Bradshaw car and drove swiftly up to the airplane and parked just behind the limousine.
As soon as she arrived, the burly guy opened the front passenger door and looked annoyingly at her. “Why were you parked way back there?”
“The sign said no parking on the tarmac.”
The guy looked at her as if she was from another planet. Then he slammed the door shut and went back to the limousine.
Brina could see the blonde and the boss up close from behind the wheel of the Mercedes. Although she couldn’t see his eyes behind those sunglasses, she could tell he was a man who women might consider very attractive and with a well-built body to go with those looks. So much so that his biceps looked as if they could belong on a bodybuilder’s physique. Even through the material of his expensive-looking suit, she could tell he was solidly packed everywhere.
And the blonde, who seemed to be listening more than she was talking now, seemed to know it too. She seemed to be near tears as he lectured her. Brina also noticed how young she was, easily in her early twenties, and how much older he was: easily in his early forties. She shook her head. Why was it that so many men never wanted to grow the hell up? That girl was young enough to be his daughter. What was his problem?
But she didn’t dwell on any of that. Her main concern was making sure she did nothing nor said anything that would get on his nerves.
But then the burly guy, seemingly annoyed again, hurried back over to the Mercedes, flung open the front passenger door again, and looked angrily at her again. “What’s wrong with you?”
“There’s nothing wrong with me.”
“That’s Mr. Bradshaw. Mr. Bradshaw is here.”
And, Brina wanted to say. But then she realized what her job actually was and understood what he meant. She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, got out of the car, and hurried around tothe back passenger side door and opened it just as the boss had finished his dressing down of the blonde and was heading for his own vehicle. The blonde got into her limo, the burly guy hurried back over and closed her door, and then the limo took off. The burly guy then made his way toward the Mercedes.
But not before Ronny Bradshaw had made his way up to back car door and stopped in his tracks when he saw Brina standing there. Because she looked so much like that girl from the fast-food joint. The one that had visited his dreams on several occasions after he met her. The one that had given him half of her biscuit. But how could it be her?
Without thinking, Ronny grabbed her chauffeur’s hat and snatched it off her head.
Brina thought it was falling off her head and she reached for it, only to realize he had snatched it off. And was staring at her.
She wanted to ask if there was a problem, but was too afraid to ask him anything. Besides looking arrogant as fuck, he looked fiercely unapproachable too. She decided to wait it out.
After staring at her for several seconds, Ronny made up his mind. It was her. It was Biscuit. Down to that shapely body and those brownish-green eyes, he remembered her. But why would she be driving him around? Wasn’t she supposed to have gotten hired by one of those non-profits she was so excited about working for? “Where’s my driver?” he asked her.
She started to talk but had to clear her throat. “He was sent home. I mean he went home sick, sir. He’s sick.”
