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something, Loyal?” Hearing her say my name did funny things to me, like asking her to repeat it. I didn’t like it one bit. “What’s wrong with you that you get these headaches?”
    “That’s easy, I need to collect. I can’t do that with one enforcer. Three quit and the other two are indisposed thanks to you. Now I’ll have to collect myself, because again, I’m broke . If I’m collecting, then I’m not taking bets. See where this is going?”
    “You got no business out there getting money from people. No place for a woman, especially you.”
    “Especially me? Care to explain that?”
    “No,” I tell her crossing my arms over my chest. “I don’t.”
    “I started taking bets in elementary school. I did it in high school, through college and even at work. That’s probably frowned upon, but whatever. I made more money betting than I did at the job anyway. Betting is my life, Loyal. Save the ‘you have a vagina so you’re not my equal’ speech for someone else. Beep… The vagina you’re trying to reach is no longer in service. Get it? It was like we were on the phone. Okay, I thought it was hilarious.”
    “We ain’t equals and making books ain’t a job. Least not for you. You said your old man raised you to place bets? Can’t say that’s a good old man.” That may have been the wrong thing to say. Without blinking, she reaches under her desk, produces that 9mm and aims it right at me with a look of pure fury. It didn’t go unnoticed by me that while my hands won’t stop shaking hers weren’t shaking at all.
    “Get out,” she growls, never lowering her arm, even while her eyes pinch in pain. “Get your shit and get the fuck out. Now.”
    Backing away, I turn and leave without a word. What was there to say? Her life was not my business. I knew that, but I opened my mouth anyway. Closing her apartment door, I grabbed my bag to leave as she ordered when she burst through the door looking for vengeance.
    She was scary beautiful when she was pissed. It was a shame I had to leave like this, I wouldn’t mind seeing her like this more often. But I had to wonder if I provoked her any further would she shoot me? Part of me wanted her to do it because the second she let it fly, she’d feel like shit about it then she’d take care of me.
    No lie, the thought held appeal.
     

‘When I see something unjust, I have to intervene - it's hard for me to watch the underdog suffer.’
    ~Kristen Bell
    Senior was not a perfect man. He was a human man, he made mistakes and he was my dad. The guy who taught me how to do everything, including wearing makeup. Granted, I don’t wear make-up now but I remember him taking me to the mall and sitting with an artist so we could learn together. Fact: no matter how hard I tried, he did make-up better than I did.
    He also taught me to fight, shoot, cook, to believe in myself and to bet.
    But Mr. I’m better than you doesn’t know that because in his eyes, my dad was just a bookie. He stood in my office blasting a man he’s never even met. I would not stand for anyone, especially a stranger, talking shit about the man who sacrificed everything for me. A rage took over and though I’m not normally a violent person unless provoked, I grabbed my H&K P30 ready to shoot him in the mouth for his transgressions. When he left without a word, I dropped the gun immediately. How it got into my hands I’ll never know, but one more word from his lips about my dad and I would have let a bullet fly. First, the terror over knowing I would have harmed him came over me, followed by remorse for thinking it. The few hours I’ve known this guy had me feeling all sorts of shit I didn’t like.
    Then the anger really came. I did this asshole a favor and this is how he repays me? I do not fucking think so. Putting the gun back in the drawer, I whip the office door open and then do the same with my apartment. He was packing up to go, good. But he wasn’t leaving until I said my