Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality
Emily Dickinson
Collins DeAngellis threw off the cigar he was smoking, and looked both ways before stepping off the curb and into the bustling street. The traffic was heavy, and he had to navigate his way through the honking cars and rushing pedestrians. He kept his eyes focused on the other side of the street, where the brothel was located.
"Get out of the way fucker" A driver shouted at him nearly hitting him.
"Fuck off. " He replied cursing back at the driver. He felt like pulling out his gun and shooting the fucker, but he didn't.
This neighborhood wasn't a friendly one. It was more like a no man's land and he came here without informing anyone, not even his brothers Caleb and Carlos. He was here to see his Mistress Linda. He hasn't heard from her in the past five days and wanted to be certain she was fine.
