Geek Mafia by Rick Dakan Page A
Authors: Rick Dakan
Tags: Fiction, General, Suspense, Science-Fiction, Thrillers, Crime, Espionage, High Tech, Computer programmers, Software piracy, Video games industry
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said. "I thought we were going to a strip club or something."
"Yeah, you wish, cowboy." Her face was very close now and they were looking straight into each other's eyes.
Paul decided to go in for the kiss. She turned her head just enough so that his lips pressed against her cheek instead of her lips, but he played it cool like he'd always planned it that way. He made a loud fake kissing noise as he pulled away.
"All right then," said Chloe, disentangling herself and finding her feet again. "Let's finish this up and get you paid." She tossed a twenty-dollar bill on the table and turned towards the door. Paul watched her walk off and caught his breath. Suddenly he felt sick again. What was he doing? What had he done? Who was this person?
Then she turned and looked over her shoulder at him, smiling. "Come on, pirate-boy. Your booty awaits."
Paul couldn't have stopped himself from staring at her ass even if he'd wanted to.
"Right behind ya," he said, and went to go get his money.
Forty-five minutes later they were fighting their way through rush hour traffic. However, the gym bag full of money in the trunk made it easy for Paul to tolerate the crowds of cars.
Everyone at the little bank had watched them the entire time they'd been in there. It wasn't often that someone took out $850,000 in cash. Chloe had put her wig and sunglasses back on, just in case, and Paul wished he'd had a disguise of his own. As they drove away, Paul watched Chloe out of the corner of his eye as she removed the wig. She'd worn it because she didn't want to be recognized on the videotape. She didn't want to be recognized because what they'd done was probably illegal. She didn't want to be recognized because she was a thief.
Paul stopped the car, pulling into a McDonald's parking lot.
"You're hungry again?" said Chloe in surprise. "There's going to be food at the party you know."
His throat was dry and his stomach roiling. But he had to do this; it was the only thing that made sense. "Can I meet you at your house later?" he asked. "For the party."
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"What do you mean?" she said, looking at him intensely. "Paul, what's wrong?"
"Can you get a ride from here?" He asked.
"From here...I don't..."
"I just," Paul said. "I just need to be alone for a little while. Do some things. Some private things."
Chloe stared at him hard. Then she leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead and then opened her door.
"Ok," she said sweetly. "I understand. You're still coming to the party though, right?"
He smiled unconvincingly. "Of course," he said. "I'll bring some champagne to celebrate with."
"Great," said Chloe. "I'll see you in a few hours then?" He just nodded and she closed the door. He pulled immediately back into traffic, heading for the freeway.
He hid the money. Made sure it was safe. Even if Chloe and her friends did turn out to be heartless thieves they wouldn't be able to steal from him. He took out $10,000, which seemed a ridiculous amount of money to carry around, and stashed the rest away in a safe place he knew. After that he drove around for a while, debating back and forth whether to go to the party or just disappear. Or maybe even give the money back to Greg. Or maybe...No. They'd done nothing but help him. He owed them some thanks at the very least. And he wanted to find out. To find out about Chloe and see what it was that she really wanted.
He decided to stop by the house, just for a few minutes anyway. Just to say thanks.
Chapter 6
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Chapter 6
Paul was late for the victory party. When he finally arrived back at Chloe's house he found her driveway and neighborhood so crowded with cars that he had to park on the next street over. He was ever so slightly worried about leaving his car out of sight in this neighborhood, but really it was his nervousness about the party that tied his stomach in knots. A $120 bottle of champagne under his arm, Paul walked bravely up to the front door, which opened from within before
"Yeah, you wish, cowboy." Her face was very close now and they were looking straight into each other's eyes.
Paul decided to go in for the kiss. She turned her head just enough so that his lips pressed against her cheek instead of her lips, but he played it cool like he'd always planned it that way. He made a loud fake kissing noise as he pulled away.
"All right then," said Chloe, disentangling herself and finding her feet again. "Let's finish this up and get you paid." She tossed a twenty-dollar bill on the table and turned towards the door. Paul watched her walk off and caught his breath. Suddenly he felt sick again. What was he doing? What had he done? Who was this person?
Then she turned and looked over her shoulder at him, smiling. "Come on, pirate-boy. Your booty awaits."
Paul couldn't have stopped himself from staring at her ass even if he'd wanted to.
"Right behind ya," he said, and went to go get his money.
Forty-five minutes later they were fighting their way through rush hour traffic. However, the gym bag full of money in the trunk made it easy for Paul to tolerate the crowds of cars.
Everyone at the little bank had watched them the entire time they'd been in there. It wasn't often that someone took out $850,000 in cash. Chloe had put her wig and sunglasses back on, just in case, and Paul wished he'd had a disguise of his own. As they drove away, Paul watched Chloe out of the corner of his eye as she removed the wig. She'd worn it because she didn't want to be recognized on the videotape. She didn't want to be recognized because what they'd done was probably illegal. She didn't want to be recognized because she was a thief.
Paul stopped the car, pulling into a McDonald's parking lot.
"You're hungry again?" said Chloe in surprise. "There's going to be food at the party you know."
His throat was dry and his stomach roiling. But he had to do this; it was the only thing that made sense. "Can I meet you at your house later?" he asked. "For the party."
CHAPTER 5
29
"What do you mean?" she said, looking at him intensely. "Paul, what's wrong?"
"Can you get a ride from here?" He asked.
"From here...I don't..."
"I just," Paul said. "I just need to be alone for a little while. Do some things. Some private things."
Chloe stared at him hard. Then she leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead and then opened her door.
"Ok," she said sweetly. "I understand. You're still coming to the party though, right?"
He smiled unconvincingly. "Of course," he said. "I'll bring some champagne to celebrate with."
"Great," said Chloe. "I'll see you in a few hours then?" He just nodded and she closed the door. He pulled immediately back into traffic, heading for the freeway.
He hid the money. Made sure it was safe. Even if Chloe and her friends did turn out to be heartless thieves they wouldn't be able to steal from him. He took out $10,000, which seemed a ridiculous amount of money to carry around, and stashed the rest away in a safe place he knew. After that he drove around for a while, debating back and forth whether to go to the party or just disappear. Or maybe even give the money back to Greg. Or maybe...No. They'd done nothing but help him. He owed them some thanks at the very least. And he wanted to find out. To find out about Chloe and see what it was that she really wanted.
He decided to stop by the house, just for a few minutes anyway. Just to say thanks.
Chapter 6
30
Chapter 6
Paul was late for the victory party. When he finally arrived back at Chloe's house he found her driveway and neighborhood so crowded with cars that he had to park on the next street over. He was ever so slightly worried about leaving his car out of sight in this neighborhood, but really it was his nervousness about the party that tied his stomach in knots. A $120 bottle of champagne under his arm, Paul walked bravely up to the front door, which opened from within before
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