Page 32 of Army
Army scanned the room: vinyl-padded walls in burnt orange, royal-blue, seamless foam floors, designated training areas, and a fully equipped gym made up the large room. Toward the back of it, there was a dedicated warm-up area replete with jump ropes, resistant bands, and colorful mats.
Then he saw a ponytail swishing back and forth, toned legs, a delectable ass, and the image of a dragon tatted on a sculpted back, and he quirked his lips as he headed to the yellow mat. Seeing a folding chair off to the side, Army went over and grabbed it, then sat down and focused his attention on Stiletto as she stretched her limber body. She wore a purple sports bra that showed off her flat stomach while the head of the dragon curving along her left side stared menacingly at him.
Ignoring him, she tossed her hair and spun around. On the mat next to her, a well-built man stretched his limbs while a group of men and a few women warmed up in a series of exercises led by a short woman with arms that would put most men to shame.
Stiletto lifted her arms above her head and reached up high. The move made her tits stand out, and Army leaned back in the chair to enjoy the view. After several basic stretches, she threw him an annoyed look.
“Don’t you have something better to do than watch me warm up?”
“Nope. This is the best thing going. I like watching chicks.”
An exasperated groan flew from her lips as she dropped her hands to her hips. “Stop assuming everything women do in life stems from an effort to make you find them sexually attractive.”
“Well … you told me.” The corner of his mouth curled up in a smirk.
She scrunched her face then spun around and resumed stretching. With each squat, his pants grew tighter as he pictured her on all fours, her round ass wiggling and two of his fingers pushing into her slick pussy. He shifted in the seat and glanced down at his ringing phone. When he looked back up, he caught her eyeing his hard-on and he winked. A pinkish-red flush colored her cheeks and she turned away, and he chuckled as he answered the burner phone.
“Whatcha got?” He watched Mia bend her left knee then grab the right foot and slowly straighten out her leg until it was perpendicular to her upper body, and held the position. “Hang on,” he mumbled to Lil’ Donnie as he watched transfixed.She’s so fuckin’ flexible. We could have a lot of fun.Army’s bulge grew uncomfortable, so he readjusted his shorts and then walked quickly out the back door.
The cool night had replaced the warm day, and the distinctive smell of wood burning, damp leaves, and sweet, newly mown hay wafted around Army.
“I’m back,” he said into the phone.
“The deal’s going down, the middle of next month,” the snitch said.
Army detected a tiny shake to his voice. “You good?” He knew Lil’ Donnie didn’t use what he sold, so he wondered if the drug dealer was double-dipping between the Night Rebels and the 39thStreet Gang.
“Sure. Yeah, I’m good. I just don’t want ’em knowing where the info came from, you know?” He sneezed then coughed. “I got this fuckin’ cold. Youse guys gonna protect me if shit hits the fan?”
“We got your back if you don’t fuck up.”
“I’ve been working for youse for a long time. I’m no double-crosser.” Two more sneezes.
“No one ever is until they are. So, you got the date and place yet?”
“Not the exact date, but the place will probably be the warehouse over on Trailside Road. Blueman does the bigger deals over there. I gotta go. You wanna meet at the same place for my payment?”
“No, I’ll find you,” Army said.
“What the fuck does that mean? You owe me!”
“Why’re you so on edge? Night Rebels don’t go back on their word. I’ll find you … that’s all you need to know.” Army hung up then tapped in Steel’s number.
“You got something?” Steel asked.
“Lil’ Donnie said the buy’s going down the middle of next month at a warehouse. He doesn’t know the exact date or time yet. He seemed nervous.”
“He’s never backstabbed us before,” Steel replied.
Army rubbed his hand over the side of his face. “I know. Maybe he’s just scared. I’m giving him some money tomorrow.”
“Watch your back. Are you flying your colors?”
“Sometimes, but not when I meet up with him.”
“It’s not a good idea. You want to keep a low profile. Never know if the fucking Pistons are around, and you don’t have any backup,” Steel said.
“Yeah.” Army squeezed his eyebrows together.
