Free A Pair of Second Chances (Ben Jensen Series Book 1) by Brian Gore

that nobody, I mean not one fucking eyeball sees you load that shit on the boat. You take those chains that Terrance and Devon already put in the van... and the concrete blocks, you wire 'em on tight mahn... they come loose, you find yourself in deep shit mahn."
    "You run that boat out a good ways. When you get out a mile or so you dump that pistol over the side... you go another two or three miles and put that shit in the water like I tol you. You make sure they don' hold air. You be careful mahn. Don' you leave anything floatin'. You don' ' leave anything behind that somebody can follow back here... You understand?"
    The man nodded solemnly and replied; "We'll do the job right Jamal. No eyes, nothing floating, no tracks. I swear it."
    "Good, now go." and he waved the man away with his hand, as he stepped toward Terrance, waiting a few steps away.
    "Rashan is on his way mahn. What are we gon' do?'?"
    Jamal quietly eyed Terrance for a few seconds. "We gon' take a trip mahn. Get Devon and Musa. Take the Yukon and go to our crib mahn. Each of you, grab a bag for a couple of days, maybe four, and get your backsides back here." he ordered, punching his finger at the ground at his feet." Pick up my bag. It's..."
    "Yeah mahn, I know where you keep your bag ready, I'll grab it." Terrance interrupted.
    "I'm gon' wait here for Rashan. Soon as you get back we leave." Jamal finished and slapped Terrance on the shoulder. "Now go mahn, and hurry."
    Rashan showed up five minutes after the others had pulled out to get their duffels. The new man was anxious to make a good showing. He'd only done a few small odd jobs for this crew, mostly as a messenger and making a couple small deliveries of their product. He'd not yet earned their trust. He had the feeling that this was his big opportunity. If he performed well this night, he'd land himself a position as a full time, soldier, with Tyrone's crew.
    Jamal was just finishing a detailed and, repeated several times, set of instructions, to he and Kai for disposing of the garbage, when Terrance, Devon and Musa returned with the Yukon.... A couple of the men thought it odd how he refused to say the word, bodies. While Devon and Musa waited in the car, Terrance came inside.
    "We're ready Jamal. I fueled the car on our way back."
    "Good Terrance... Good... We got to go... only thing left is to stop at Tyrone's on our way out of town to let him know what's happening. I don' wan' do that on the phone."
    Jamal looked over at Kai on his way out to the Yukon. Pointing at him as he walked he called; "Midnight Kai, you don't move until midnight." then he passed through the doorway, slamming the steel panel behind him.
    For the second time that night the Yukon pulled up to the curb outside the Heartwood Terrace Condos, and for the second time that night Jamal rode the elevator to the eighth floor and walked to the door of Tyrone's apartment.
    A soft knock... followed a few seconds later by another soft set of knocks and Jamal backed away from the door.
    He could see the shadow in the peep hole, as the guard inside, peered through to see who was knocking. Followed by the door quickly opening to reveal two men, pistols in hand standing just inside.
    "Jamal, what you doin' here this late mahn? Tyrone is in a rage mahn, be careful!"
    "Thanks mahn. I think I may cheer him up, a little." Jamal replied.
    Tyrone's bedroom was the first door down the hallway. Jamal knocked softly on the door, and called nervously; "Tyrone!"
    "You better need something good to bother me when I'm with dis woman!" Tyrone's angry voice rasped through the closed door.
    "Tyrone, she turn da phone on. Just for a little while, but she turn it on." The door opened as the sound of his voice faded in the hallway.
    His Boss, standing there naked, while his whore just as naked sat up in the bed behind him, looked at him with lifted eyebrows. "Well? Where da skettle at wi' my bwoy?"
    Uncomfortably, Jamal looked at a point on the door as he