I slowly caught up with her and walked beside her for a few steps.'Hey'She looked at me for a second.'You wanna make some extra money?'She shook her h...ad and continued looking straight ahead.'You sure?'She nodded.I stopped and turned the other way.I tooked a few steps in the other direction, but changed my mind. I turned round and looked back at her. Young girl, walking by herself late at night. Isn't that how all good ****s start? I decided to follow her, perhaps walk next to her and chat. Who. I reached out and ran my fingers over the darkening contusion. ?Pretty,? I said. Still groggy, the young kid flinched from my touch. I slapped him hard, causing his hanging body to flail. ?Don’t pull away from me, you little fuck,? I warned him. I leaned in and kissed the bruise gently, hearing the kid whimper at the touch of my lips. I grinned at his distress. I remained fully dressed in my Armani, but I loosened my tie and undid the top couple of shirt buttons as I walked around the hanging. MaxCares2010, password ‘goodFather123.’ The F is capitalized.”Max reached out for his pistol. Martin stared him in the eyes. Jamal was holding his pistol and had it pointed at Martin.“Max. I know everything about you. I know everything about what is happening around you. I know that Jamal’s real name is Edgar.”“Mother Fucker!”“Max. I know you. I know you’re an honest man. You might sell drugs, but when you make a promise you deliver. You need to read what’s in that email. What you find in it is. " I said with a wink. "So it's done then?" Missy asked. "Yep and it has a rider that prevents him from removing it." "I kinda feel sorry for him Cameron." she said. "Yeah I do to, I can't imagine being that afraid." "At least I have a good guy, who does he have?" Missy asked. "Hopefully...Antonio." Missy smiled and moved in to kiss me. "Missy what are you doing?" Amy a snobbish Cheerleader asked. "I'm kissing my new Boyfriend, what does it look like Amy?" she said. "But that's Cameron O'Hare!?".