The Broken Pieces novel Chapter 40

"Thousand, that's it."

"That's it?!" I laugh, "I can just use some extra money I have left over from my parents, it's all good."

The man flashes me a smile before leaving his hand out, "I'm Frederick Dixon."

I grasp his hand and give it a firm Shake, "Tomas McCoy."

"Nice to meet you, Tomas, I think we're going to be good friends."

I smile, "me too."

The stack of cash felt heavy in my coat jacket.

Where are these guys?

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked the time. 10:48. Fredrick told me that they would be here before 10:40. I began to believe that Fred gave me the wrong address to the wrong alleyway before the sound of gravel crunching reached my ears.

"Hello?" My mind raced as I tried my hardest to keep my voice level.

"We didn't think you were going to show, Mr. Dixon." A harsh voice sliced its ways through the ever-present silence.

"I'm not Mr. Dixon," I called out as my hand reached for the load of cash which in the pocket of the oversized coat jacket.

An airy chill brushed past my face as the mysterious man answered, curiously. "Not Mr. Dixon, huh? Well then sir, what's your name?"

I shrugged the feeling of dread off my shoulders. What's the worst that can happen?

"Tomas. Tomas McCoy, sir."

The man chuckled, "it's pretty admirable for you to take the place of a shifty man, isn't it, Tomas McCoy?" I didn't answer.

"Well since you've told me your name, I'll tell you mine. It's Devin Grapples."

With the bit of bravery I had left, I answered. "Pleasure to meet you, Devin Grapples."

Devin laughed wholeheartedly, before speaking again. "Say, Tomas, how about me and my guys treat you to a reward for being the bigger man and facing us head-on. You don't wanna be in this chill for long, do you?"

I had a feeling that this wasn't a suggestion, it was an order.

I cleared my throat. "I guess?"

Can't turn down free food, that's not how I was raised.

"Good." Devin flashed me a wicked smile before directing me towards his car and instantly my head completely forgot about Frederick and his problems.

I stared at the girl of my dreams as she sat down on the back of a truck, a side can in her hand.

My phone bussed in my pocket and I resisted the urge to look at it. It might be the guys... or worst Frederick.

After throwing Frederick under the bus by giving his whereabouts to the guys, I didn't think I could take it.

I texted back without even thinking.

I'm done.

I clicked the button on the right side of my phone Turing it off before thinking to myself.

I want that girl.

My head bounded as I gazed at the screen of my phone.

You have 2 more days -Dev

A part of me wanted to fucking murder Devin.

After giving up the schemes with Devin, he's been more on my ass than ever. Every month the price had gotten higher. First, it was 100 dollars a month which was alright with me, but then it turned to 150, 200 and so on. It's been almost 5 years and all I wanted to do was forget.

My phone began to buss again and it was a call from my fiancée, Emily. A bright smile appeared on my face as I answered the call.

"Hey, Babe."

"Hey Hon, so I was looking at the wedding prices and..." she began to ramble excitedly and I tuned her out.

My hands reached over to my work computer at the bank and I quickly typed in my password before idly clicking onto the bank's financial accounts. Pulling up a different browser, I made my way into my savings account before transferring 1,000 dollars out of the bank's account into mine.