"Can 10 grands offer you a ride?!" He breathed on face. "How about something better like, being way more bitchy like the bitch that you are..." He smirked. Luckily for him, she was only interested in getting paid otherwise her dagger instinct wouldn't hesitate. She burned in fury. He retracted. He sat on his chair looking directly into the fireplace. He ordered a man to give Dianne and Castro some cash.
They both stared at the money in disbelief and discontent.
"A thousand dollars?" Castro questioned defiantly
"Fair enough! You should be thankful that i pitied your ungrateful asses!" Roscoe blurted in negligence
"Roscoe, you're deemed to pay your dues and that's not what you're doing..." Dianne stated confidently
"Don't question me, Dianne..." He groaned angrily throwing a knife at her direction but she dodged. Castro was perturbed, the last thing he'd bare to see is Dianne getting killed even if he was certain about her alertness towards her safety. Castro held her by the arm abruptly
"We should leave!" He urged almost whispering.
"Work on Don Dickson!" Roscoe began after calming his anger, a man handed Castro a file that contained information about the Don including financial records. "You've got everything you need to know about him, do your jobs!" Roscoe instructed. "You have 5 days to decide!" He added
"How can we..." Castro objected as Dianne tucked his side then she proceeded after giving Castro a swift 'i can handle it' look.
"We'll do as you please. Boss!" She smirked a little. He beamed in content, he was always certain about her capabilities and unprecedented handiwork.
"If you go through it after now, you'd see that it's a major deal, something we've always dreamt of but you can pave its way into our lives. Catch some air!"
Roscoe dismissed them. They walked out of the premises as Castro drove them to a coffee shop to talk business.
02:36pm,
At the coffee shop:
"I can't believe that idiot gave us only a thousand dollars!" Castro began in distress. His face squeezed terribly, his dark brows furrowed as well. She maintained nothing but a smirk, her fingers danced on the table. Her mind was fixed on how to teach Roscoe a lesson. In her term, she felt humiliated by the cash he gave. Her dark hair swayed while the breeze blew irrationally.
"You see Castro, we could upturn $1,000 into a billion dollars sweetheart!" She spoke icily, always not used to yelling at the top of her voice. "I've got an idea but first lets take a look at the file." Castro gave a tight smile in affirmation. He emptied the file on the table while Dianne sorted the documents. They looked into it circumspectly. Don Dickson's mansion and environs were mapped out, the building was heavily guarded and securities were in abundance, men and a few women who could make you bleed within a blink. His financial records was the center of interest, it was a type of wealth that was beyond comparison, plus a drug cartel established under his mechanism.
They dropped the papers on the table.
"Castro? Do you think what i'm thinking?" Dianne asked sith a tight smile. Her elbows were planted on the surface of the table while her face propped into her hands.
"You tell me, Dianne!" He beamed. "What could be more exciting than all these bounty? Hmm?"
"You're fixated solely on the instant cash but i'm fixated on the entirety." She added then took a sip.
Castro pulled out his phone to call the other three, Mason, Katrina and Dumpy, their associates. They waited 15 minutes more for their arrival.
Castro distributed the documents amongst the three.
"Roscoe had better provide a better client 'coz if this is below $15,000 then i'm not doing it!" Dumpy, the hugest man amongst them blurted out while Katrina and Mason concurred.
"Just take a good look at the damn papers!" Castro urged. Their eyes widened just at a glance, they've never seen such amount of money daintily written or physically given or held into their possession. They were astonished yet each of them had distinct purposes. Dianne gave each of them a questioning look, she figured out that she wasn't the only thinking twice about the Don's money. The silence that coexisted that moment could be pierced with a sword except for the clinking of tea spoons against teacups and teapots and distant chatters of a few people.
"Appetising huh?" Dianne interrupted the dead silence, they lifted their eyes to meet her questioning gaze. She smirked. "We have only five days to decide when to carry out this task!" She stated sternly
"Dumpy, you'd watch and alert. Mason, you'd handle the computers and locks; like always. Katrina, you'd initiate the businesses while Dianne executes it. Dianne? Are we good?" Castro delegated but needn't have to explain Dianne's job. She was always the seductress, the enticer, the love at first sight girlfriend, the insider and informant. Castro had always been the best at stunts and skills, he was smart and straitlaced when it was about task completion yet brutal to a few biddings. Dumpy was huge yet a good instinctive watchman who's undoubtedly good at stunting. Mason, the thinnest, was more of a skilled computer guru and idealist while Katrina organises, appoints, and initiates partnership or truces, her person could sweep you off your feet.
Duties have been assigned yet one thing was unsure of, loyalty. Cash matters like that of Don Dickson was tempting but Dianne was certain about getting his wealth at every cost and expense.
"Questions?" Castro asked interrupted again.
"None. I guess!" Mason blurted on behalf of everyone. Dumpy stood up to leave as well as Mason (glued buddies) while Katrina remained.
"Uhm Castro, i was thinking that we could..." She began
"Too bad Katrina, I'm going to be fuckin busy later on...after now!" Castro added cringing. Katrina was a sexy brunette yet he bashed her attachments, her heart broke into the tinniest at his response. There was no reciprocal affection.
"Dianne right?" Katrina blurted out already pissed. Dianne didn't waste a single time to drag Katrina by her neatly tied pigtails, Katrina's eyes widened looking into the ceiling fan above as she struggled to take off Dianne's hurtful grip.
"Dianne!!!" Castro called out abruptly. Mason and Dumpy laughed hysterically walking out of the shop, business arrangement was over.
"We may be teammates but not bloodlines, don't make me lose it!" Dianne warned.
"Let me go!" Katrina almost yelled. Dianne let her go at will, Katrina stormed out taking along her jacket and side bag.
Right after Castro took Dianne for a drink as promised, she returned home. Every single time she stares at the apartment's door, she turns colder. She'd always tell herself that she deserved something flamboyant. She deserved luxury not an apartment hanging on just an ordinary neighborhood. She didn't mind if it was her luxury or not, she'd always get what she wants in the end.
She heaved a deep sigh and unlocked the door. She headed for her room closing the door behind her. She sunk into her bed all flat staring intensely at the ceiling, her hopes of becoming wealthy and powerful may have arrived. She was unsure but another thought badged in, she knew she could do it.
"First, I'd have to know who the Don is. What does he look like. I really don't care if he's got a wife or family, i'd definately become his new fairytale." She assured herself. She sprang up to her feet with a smirk on her red plump lips. She took off her her coat and heels leaving behind the brown sleeveness mini gown. She opened her closet instantly, it was time for death, task and personality eviction and analysis. As a critical thinker as she'd always call herself, who's as well a proud second year law student dropout, she turned on the lights. It wasn't just a closet of clothes and shoes as expected, behind the hangers and cabinets was a large white board with photographs of both swindled and dead clients pasted on it, for every successful swindled or dead client; there would be an X across it, she's never been unlucky at her job. More reasons why Castro worshipped her while Roscoe respected her regardless of his blunders.
She scribbled 'The Don' on the white board on the right side with a black marker, his section was a bit distant from the others.
He was now her major client that would eliminate her poverty; at least her $25,000 account balance was nothing compared to the Don's. His wealth plunged her lungs and intestines, while it echoed in her head as well.
"The Don's money...." Was all that echoed repeatedly, she was contented with the loudness anyways.
"DiDi?" Someone called out from the door, she rolled her eyes in discontent, she was certain that her mother had come by. She hurriedly pulled down the blinds on the board then adjusted he clothes back to normal. She stormed out of the closet hesitantly. She came into view then leaned on the wall crossing her arms adjacent from where her mother was sitting halfly on the edge of the bed. Ana raised her head gently and blurted.