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MC: Moniz: Book 9
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Author: L. Ann Marie
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should probably walk away at this point, but you won’t, so here’s what’s going to happen. My Brother is going to shoot your friends and I’m going to drop you two within three minutes. So we might as well just get it over with.”
    People coming out of the restaurant stop. Fuck. The two my gun is on move toward me. I point and shoot their feet hitting all four. Everyone swears by this. They fall yelling. When I turn, one of the guys is on the ground bleeding with a slice right up the middle of his torso. Fuck that was fast. The bigger guy is on his knees and Little Ben is behind him with one hand on his throat and his knife on this head.
    I laugh. “Never saw you scalp anyone before. I like it.”
    He smiles up at me. “They always do the Indian thing, it’s the least I can do so they have that experience.” The guy starts whining. People are laughing. I look back and see the two guys crawling away. Fuckin’ pussies.
    “I work for my money. I’ve been working since I was fourteen for what I have. You want what I have, get a fuckin’ job that pays you to have that.” He cuts the guy as he’s screaming. The people behind me are talking shit to him.
    A woman yells, “Serves you right bullying someone half your size.”
    I laugh as Little Ben holds the guy’s hair up and he falls forward. He fuckin’ scalped him and he’s smiling. “They were looking to score some cash here. Be careful and someone might want to tell the owner they’re setting up to hit the customers,” he tells the group. A guy tells him he will.
    Little Ben wipes his knife on the pussy’s shirt. He wails as if he got stabbed. “Relax asshole just cleaning the blood off my knife.” The pussy is crying like a girl. Little Ben stands straight and shakes his head disgusted. I start walking toward the bikes and hear the women thank him. I want to laugh, but just keep moving.
    He throws his leg and laughs. “People are fuckin’ nuts.” I’m laughing for a good five minutes. He just scalped a guy and they’re nuts. By the time we pull in the yard I’m calm. I follow him to the backyard and turn around at the gate. He throws respect pulling through. He fuckin’ scalped a guy. I start laughing again.
    I ride toward the dock so I can check on the house Digs has. Fuck, lights are on. I continue to the dock and sit by the water. Little Ben showed me exactly what Rich said. He’s not interested in women that feel they have no value. He walked away from a quick fuck disgusted. I was proud until it hit me that I don’t do that. Little Ben is a better man because he won’t accept the easy. Fuckin’ kids, first Rich then Little Ben.
    I start my bike and head back to the Club. I need to talk to Pres or Danny. Danny’s walking out as I pull up. Perfect I don’t have to go through the Club to find him. “You got a minute?”
    He smiles. “Always Brother.”
    “First this has nothing to do with what I want to talk about. I just watched Little Ben scalp a pussy. Said he was giving him the Indian experience,” I start laughing.
    Danny is doubled over. “Fuck, tell me it is on the feeds.”
    “Yeah, restaurant in New Bedford. Kids can pull it if they don’t already have it. Four guys looking to shake us down. Looked like offshore men.
    He stops laughing with that. “Four fishermen.” He looks like he’s thinking so I wait. “What did you want to talk to me about?” He’s serious too fast–something’s up with the fishermen.
    “Is there an empty house in the backyard for me? I need to get out of the Club.”
    He smiles. Fuck he goes from one emotion to another quick. “We have your house ready for you. It’s set up with a computer room like the Batcave. Pres thought you’d like that.”
    What the fuck? “You have a house set up for me?”
    “Well, we could have waited and set it up when you were ready, but I’m a busy fuckin’ guy. Come on I’ll take you to see it. If you need something changed I can do that for you.” He
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