Rebels & Lies
Page 51
Chapter .39
Paxton opened the driver’s side door then stepped out. Krys did the same on the passenger’s side. They both closed their doors then walked to the back of the van. Each slung a black duffel bag over their shoulders before slamming the double doors shut. Paxton walked up to Young’s door and knocked twice. The sound of Daisy’s violent barks rang through the apartment.
A few seconds later the door swung open. A half-dressed Young looked through his bloodshot eyes at Paxton then Krys. His eyes grew wide at the sight of her and he smiled. Krys shook her head. Paxton gave his dealer a judgmental look.
“Don’t judge me, ese.” Young protested.
“No judgment here, compadre.” Paxton replied. He held out his hand. “Score a loose?”
“Sure thing, bro.”
Young pulled out a pack of smokes and shook one loose. Paxton took a hold of it then put it between his lips. He pulled out his Zippo and the tobacco caught fire. After just one drag he was already coughing. When would his body finally have enough? Krys patted him on the back as he coughed several more times.
“You should quit.” Krys suggested.
“Oh,” Young said after catching sight of Krys bending over to help her leader. “I see you brought that ass with you today.”
“Joey,” Krys said. She stood upright and raised her eyebrow. “How are you today?”
“Just fine now, mami.”
“Not today,” Paxton cut in, still short of breath. “Rough night.”
“I’ll show her a rough night…anytime.”
“Please…” Krys replied.
Young led the way inside. Daisy had been locked up in her cage already. The three made their way to the basement. Young yanked on the swinging light above, causing the room to illuminate with light. Krys headed straight for the ammunition rack. She started to fill her bag full of pre-loaded magazines for the PSD.
“Make sure,” Paxton said, not looking up from the rack of grenades. “You get plenty of ammo for the PSD’s.”
“Already on it.”
“Good girl.”