MARCUS

Marcus eyes are bloodshot from his exhaustion and hatred his hand gripping the steering wheel of his all black Ford mustang 1970 ford boss mustang fast back before taking a deep breath and getting out the car and walking into the house. The thug sees this and holds his handout like a bodyguard would do at the entrance of a club.

”Hey only friends of Mr. Holiday.”

Marcus doesn’t let the thug finish before punching him straight in his face making the thug fall to the ground. Briggs looks at him before walking over his body and opening the door and entering the house. The house Briggs was in is where all the drugs and hits come out from for all of new york. The minute Briggs open the door he’s minute with two females making out with each other on the couch while a girl is pressed up against the wall by a dude making out. The house is foggy from all the weed that's being smoke or whatever other drugs were snucked in. Briggs isn’t fazed by it and keeps walking before going up a flight of stairs to the master bedroom before walking in and seeing a guy doing a line of coke off a female's ass in only his underwear.

”Fucking shit this feels fucking goods. Colombians know how to make that good shit.” Rodney wipes the powder off his nose before slowly look up and givining an eerie smile. “Mr. Carter. Was wondering when you’ll swing by and say hi.” You wanna key bump?” Mr. Holiday ask

Marcus doesn’t say word and looks deep in Mr.Holidays eyes, Breathing heavily, clinching his fist. “Why?” He ask quielty trying to hold his temper.

Mr. Holiday shoots him a confused look. “Say again.”

”Why the fuck did you kill her.”

”Kill who exactly? You know someone’s dies everyday in this business so you gotta be specific.”

Marcus clinches his jaw before letting it all out. “Why’d the fuck did you kill Rebecca? She did everything you asked her and beyond and the one time she said no you killed her in cold blood.”

Mr. Holiday smiles and slaps the girl's ass. “Sasha or whoever your name is go downstairs and prepare dinner. I expect chicken tenders and fries tonight.”

”Yes Sir.” The Woman gets up and wipes herself off before walking out. She stops at the doorway and glances at Marcus before walking out.”

”Rebecca. Rebecca. Oh I remember her. Yeah, she didn’t wanna do a weapons run for me so I killed. She tried giving me some bullshit excuse about too much heat or was it her kids birthday. Ehh whatever it was she was slowing down flow so she had to go. You understand right.”

“She told me she just needed one day before moving your weapons; I know because she asked me to watch her kid. You couldn’t wait one day? Like what happened to you; when you were pushing pistols in hte fucked apartement in Bronx oddly you had more sense then you have now. Doing fucking drugs got you all fucked and you know it to. So all I'm gonna ask is to make this right and say it was an accident and pay for the funeral. I’m only gonna ask once.”

Mr. Holiday smiles and gets up off the bed, before putting his robe on, and walks towards Marcus standing sided by side facing opposite sides,before putting his left and on his right arm. “I know you and Rebecca were close, probably fucking behind my back, but listen you know why I started having you guys call me Mr. Holiday instead of Rodney?” It’s because I pushed those weapons and I put in the work. Those sleepless nights and stressful days made me one of the best weapon runners on the east coast. So, I say all that to say this I dont mix business and and personal life all Rebecca should’ve been to you was another coworker and nothing else. Whatever she was to you had nothing to do with think oif it as me firing someone only different is I made it indefinitely.”

“You have until tonight to do what I ask.” Marcus says with hands still clinched.

Mr. Holiday chuckles a bit before lightly pushing off . “Ill do that when hell freezes over but what I can do is give a couple of day off. Go on a vacation wherever you wanna go and then come back ready to work. I think my food should be done so you can see your way ouy. Mr. Holiday says before walking out the room.

Marcus stays still with tears running down his before putting his shades on, before pulling out his phone, and dialing a number. A few rings before someone picks up. “Hello.”

”I need a Bar Tab for tonight. Ill be there at 8 have my Martini ready.” Marcus says before hanging up.