Page 131 of Chad's Chase

EPILOGUE

HUGO

Hugo let out a sigh of frustration at the copious amount of leftover jerk chicken. He’d expected a better turnout for the night. It was Friday, after all. And on Friday nights, his jerk chicken and fried dumplings went out fast. Not tonight, though. There must be some big jam session going on in the vicinity he wasn’t aware of. ‘Cause this wasn’t normal.

Ah, well.

Accepting the night for what it was, he took off his apron and kitchen cap, contemplating whether he should just close up the shop and head home to his empress. The place was a twenty-four-hour joint, yeah, but the rasshole cashier wasn’t ringing up tonight so, to hell with twenty-four-hours. He wouldn’t be staying here all night waiting for a sale when he had a fat pum pum waiting in his bed.

Hugo pushed his swinging kitchen door open, heading out into the restaurant to close up, and stopped dead.

Rassclaat. That green-eyed gal, the one who’d followed Chad in there a few months ago, was sitting on top of his cash register with her elbows resting on her knees, well dapper in all-black, hair in a tight ponytail, a half-smile, half-smirk on her lips.

As sticky as the situation was for him, Hugo couldn’t help noticing how bloodclaat sexy the catty was. Turned right up. Real bad gal, man. Making his cocky harder than a bomboclaat brick wall. No joke thing, the gal pretty like money.

But what was this intimidating visit about, though? He couldn’t recall disrespecting the catty in any way. He’d only done everything Chad had paid him a fuckload of money to do. His acquaintance Chad was a nice youth. Full of links and full of cash. If that bredda asked him to run through fire he would do it, no hesitation.

Hugo stood where he was, afraid to make a move, to say a word. His gun was in the back.

The catty leaned down and punched open the cash register. Took out twenty-four dollars and ten cents, and set it aside on the countertop.

Then faster than his confused little brain could register, she reached behind her, drew out a bloodclaat matte black Glock, pointed it right at him and smiled wickedly as she said, “I told you I was coming back for my motherfucking change, didn’t I?”