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Sep. 8th, 2019 11:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
intrntl_superassassinI met Joe in a roadside diner. I pointedly refused to go to a strip club to do business even if that was how Frank and Charlie had done theirs. Frank had grown up in a stripclub, his mother being a stripper, it had been comfortable for him. All of the heterosexualness was decidedly uncomfortable to me.
Joe was a good sport. He didn't care where we met as long as he didn't have to take more than three stairs up or down. Joe'd had practically every bone in his body broken so the less he had to use his knees, the better.
"Hey Joe." I greeted when he finally eased himself down into the booth across from me. I was pretty sure I heard several creaks and cracks.
"Hiya Kid. How are you doing?"
There was a crease between his eyebrows. Joe knew the answer to that, but he still asked. I wasn't okay and I would never be okay again. But He still asked and I shrugged and sipped my milkshake.
The waitress came over to give him a menu and smiled at us. She probably thought we were father and son and she wouldn't be entirely wrong. Joe had become a father figure to me after we'd met. He was probably a better dad than my biological one if I were honest. He wasn't dead for starters.
When the waitress came back we both ordered the special. Once our food had arrived and the waitress stopped hovering around to see if we needed anything, he slipped me a manilla envelope. On the eat next to me, I peeked inside. A stack of cash, a few keys, a cell phone, a passport and several photographs as well as names and addresses.
"I know Paris is off limits. If you don't want to go to Rome I can send Bella. She and Casey and the kids are on vacation in Italy but it shouldn't be a problem. She can be in and out in a day or two... I can send one of the others..."
Joe took a twenty-five percent cut from my jobs. He took forty from jobs he gave to Bella because he usually had to coordinate a lot more. Bella wasn't as careful. She would show up the day of the hit and rely on Joe to provide her with an exit. And for whatever reason, she never seemed to have to bury a body. I would scream sexism but I already know everyone will just remind me Joe hates women even if it's not true.
"No. It's fine," I replied, putting a french fry in my mouth and looking at the photograph before putting everything back into the envelope "I haven't been to Rome in a while... it was nice..."
Joe is looking at me with a frown and that wrinkle between his eyebrows, trying to decide if he's made a terrible mistake sending me back to Europe and I keep eating not letting anything through. When I finish my dinner, I start picking at french fries on his plate.
Joe was a good sport. He didn't care where we met as long as he didn't have to take more than three stairs up or down. Joe'd had practically every bone in his body broken so the less he had to use his knees, the better.
"Hey Joe." I greeted when he finally eased himself down into the booth across from me. I was pretty sure I heard several creaks and cracks.
"Hiya Kid. How are you doing?"
There was a crease between his eyebrows. Joe knew the answer to that, but he still asked. I wasn't okay and I would never be okay again. But He still asked and I shrugged and sipped my milkshake.
The waitress came over to give him a menu and smiled at us. She probably thought we were father and son and she wouldn't be entirely wrong. Joe had become a father figure to me after we'd met. He was probably a better dad than my biological one if I were honest. He wasn't dead for starters.
When the waitress came back we both ordered the special. Once our food had arrived and the waitress stopped hovering around to see if we needed anything, he slipped me a manilla envelope. On the eat next to me, I peeked inside. A stack of cash, a few keys, a cell phone, a passport and several photographs as well as names and addresses.
"I know Paris is off limits. If you don't want to go to Rome I can send Bella. She and Casey and the kids are on vacation in Italy but it shouldn't be a problem. She can be in and out in a day or two... I can send one of the others..."
Joe took a twenty-five percent cut from my jobs. He took forty from jobs he gave to Bella because he usually had to coordinate a lot more. Bella wasn't as careful. She would show up the day of the hit and rely on Joe to provide her with an exit. And for whatever reason, she never seemed to have to bury a body. I would scream sexism but I already know everyone will just remind me Joe hates women even if it's not true.
"No. It's fine," I replied, putting a french fry in my mouth and looking at the photograph before putting everything back into the envelope "I haven't been to Rome in a while... it was nice..."
Joe is looking at me with a frown and that wrinkle between his eyebrows, trying to decide if he's made a terrible mistake sending me back to Europe and I keep eating not letting anything through. When I finish my dinner, I start picking at french fries on his plate.
