BUSTED AT THE OFFICE PART 2 DIESEL PART 11

Before I can blink, this creep is standing right in front of me with a stupid look on his puss. I sigh loudly and try not to flip my lid.

 

I glare at him. “Well? What have you got to say for yerself?” I laugh to myself as he shakes his head, and the smile vanishes.

 

He downs his whiskey and clears his throat. “I ain’t tailing you, I’m protecting you.” He says, then narrows his eyes. “You aren’t ballsy enough to take on all those thugs on your own”

 

I laugh in his face. “Protect me? Listen up. I protect myself and you need to butt out of my business pally. Yer the one that needs protection the way yer babbling all over the city. And as for you being on the beam, ya keep staring at my gams, I’m gonna knock you on yer ass.” I pause my tirade for a second and glare at him. I ask. “You got it bad for me dontcha mistah? I see how you look at me with those peepers". I grin at him as he blushes.

 

I get up from my chair shoving him out of the way and say. “Tell ya what slick, let me just freshen up a bit and you can buy me a drink across the street.”

 

I look back as I walk out the door. His face is deadpan as he nods, but his eyes light up. ‘Yeah, just as I thought, he’s got it bad. I gots him just where I want him.”

 

Photo: Cam Duncan Taken @ Drune Gotham

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Cam’s side of the story

 

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Jane’s side of the story

 

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