surgery a few hours ago.” I was exhausted and angry and just wanted them to leave.
“When are you leaving Las Vegas?” he asked. “I’m leaving as soon as I’m released from the hospital.” He said very seriously, “If Zabar happens to call you or contact you in any way, here is my card.” “I’m sure that won’t happen, because of what he’s done,” I laughed. “Just call me if he does.”
I waited until he left the room to make the call to Jason.
He picked up on the first ring, “What’s going on Nick?” I asked angrily, “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?” “You set me up, that’s what’s going on!”
He snickered, “I told you to be careful, but I can’t talk to you right now, so just stop by my house when you get back.” His phone suddenly hung up.
I stayed in the hospital for about three days before being released. I hopped a flight back to LA and went straight to Jason’s. I knocked a few times, and with no response I opened the door. This is odd, I thought after doing so. “Jason,” my voice echoed through the big house. I had tried his cell before leaving the airport with no response.
After checking downstairs, I headed upstairs maybe he was sleeping. This was a big ass house, I thought, when I entered his bedroom. I opened the door to Jason lying on the floor shot through the head, “Execution style.” I looked around to see if I was alone, but I knew I was. I sat down on the bed looking down at Jason’s dead body.
What the fuck was going on here, and how the fuck was he involved? First the agent and now this shit. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom, and wiped down everything I touched. Had I just fucked up my life for money?
Chapter 4
After leaving Jason’s place, I needed a place to lay low for a while. I called Joan to see if she still wanted me to be her boy toy. I ran by my placed, packed a few things, and went straight to Joan’s. After being there a few days, I was exhausted. She was fucking my brains out, and I couldn’t take much more. For free none the less…
I had to get out of here and fast. “Nick, why don’t we take a vacation to Rio?” Joan asked. “It’s nice this time of year.” I was ecstatic. That might be just what I needed until things cooled off around here. I smiled and said, “Yeah, why not, but who’s paying for all this?” I knew she was paying, but I just asked it for the hell of it.
I had been back from Vegas about a week without checking my account. I guess finding Jason had me shook up. I called, and there seemed to be some mistake.
Instead of fifty grand, there was hundred grand. I assumed Zabar was compensating for what he had done. I didn’t give a fuck about his conscious; I was paid, but it nearly cost me my life.
We arrived in Rio the next day, and I could finally relax. Joan had booked us a condo with all the amenities of home. I spent the first few days just soaking up the sun, and drinking umbrella drinks.
I wondered why hadn’t heard anything about Jason’s death? It wasn’t on the news, and Joan hadn’t said one word. This kind of shit just didn’t happen, but no news was good news.
Joan had planned a party because she wanted to celebrate her fiftieth birthday. I wasn’t really up for partying, but I went along to make her happy. “Nick”, I heard her calling from the house.
This bitch was getting on my last nerve. She always wanted something and never satisfied with what she had. I said, “Yes, Joan what is it now?
She replied, “I just wanted you to know I was going into town to get the things I need for the party, would you like to go?” I was ready for a break and said, “No I think I’ll just stay here and maybe drive down to the beach.” “Ok, I’ll see you later then,” she said as she walked out the door.
As soon as she left I jumped in the jeep, and headed down to the shoreline. “There were beautiful woman as far as you could see.
“When are you leaving Las Vegas?” he asked. “I’m leaving as soon as I’m released from the hospital.” He said very seriously, “If Zabar happens to call you or contact you in any way, here is my card.” “I’m sure that won’t happen, because of what he’s done,” I laughed. “Just call me if he does.”
I waited until he left the room to make the call to Jason.
He picked up on the first ring, “What’s going on Nick?” I asked angrily, “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?” “You set me up, that’s what’s going on!”
He snickered, “I told you to be careful, but I can’t talk to you right now, so just stop by my house when you get back.” His phone suddenly hung up.
I stayed in the hospital for about three days before being released. I hopped a flight back to LA and went straight to Jason’s. I knocked a few times, and with no response I opened the door. This is odd, I thought after doing so. “Jason,” my voice echoed through the big house. I had tried his cell before leaving the airport with no response.
After checking downstairs, I headed upstairs maybe he was sleeping. This was a big ass house, I thought, when I entered his bedroom. I opened the door to Jason lying on the floor shot through the head, “Execution style.” I looked around to see if I was alone, but I knew I was. I sat down on the bed looking down at Jason’s dead body.
What the fuck was going on here, and how the fuck was he involved? First the agent and now this shit. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom, and wiped down everything I touched. Had I just fucked up my life for money?
Chapter 4
After leaving Jason’s place, I needed a place to lay low for a while. I called Joan to see if she still wanted me to be her boy toy. I ran by my placed, packed a few things, and went straight to Joan’s. After being there a few days, I was exhausted. She was fucking my brains out, and I couldn’t take much more. For free none the less…
I had to get out of here and fast. “Nick, why don’t we take a vacation to Rio?” Joan asked. “It’s nice this time of year.” I was ecstatic. That might be just what I needed until things cooled off around here. I smiled and said, “Yeah, why not, but who’s paying for all this?” I knew she was paying, but I just asked it for the hell of it.
I had been back from Vegas about a week without checking my account. I guess finding Jason had me shook up. I called, and there seemed to be some mistake.
Instead of fifty grand, there was hundred grand. I assumed Zabar was compensating for what he had done. I didn’t give a fuck about his conscious; I was paid, but it nearly cost me my life.
We arrived in Rio the next day, and I could finally relax. Joan had booked us a condo with all the amenities of home. I spent the first few days just soaking up the sun, and drinking umbrella drinks.
I wondered why hadn’t heard anything about Jason’s death? It wasn’t on the news, and Joan hadn’t said one word. This kind of shit just didn’t happen, but no news was good news.
Joan had planned a party because she wanted to celebrate her fiftieth birthday. I wasn’t really up for partying, but I went along to make her happy. “Nick”, I heard her calling from the house.
This bitch was getting on my last nerve. She always wanted something and never satisfied with what she had. I said, “Yes, Joan what is it now?
She replied, “I just wanted you to know I was going into town to get the things I need for the party, would you like to go?” I was ready for a break and said, “No I think I’ll just stay here and maybe drive down to the beach.” “Ok, I’ll see you later then,” she said as she walked out the door.
As soon as she left I jumped in the jeep, and headed down to the shoreline. “There were beautiful woman as far as you could see.
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