Chapter 3
“Why do I need to sit down?” Smooth asked.
“I just think you should, ‘cause I’m not sure how you’ll react to what I gotta say,” Rebecca replied.
“Alright,” Smooth said, as he sat down.
“Now tell me!” he insisted.
“I’m not sure how to tell you,” she said.
“Just spit it out!”
“Okay. I’m pregnant!”
“What?”
“I’m pregnant,” Rebecca repeated.
Smooth sat there stunned.
“Well, say something!”
“Are you sure?”
“I took two different tests. So, yeah, I’m sure!”
Smooth stood up and walked over to her.
“I’m gonna be a dad!” Smooth said, as he kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms around her.
She started to cry.
“Why are you crying?”
“‘Cause I’m happy. I thought for sure you’d be upset.”
“I’m not upset,” he responded.
“Well, there is one more major problem.”
“What?” he asked.
“We got to tell China. How you think she’s gonna take it?” she asked.
“Not sure, but don’t tell her on the phone. I will tell her in person so I can see how she takes it.”
* * *
Paco hung from a cherry picker begging for mercy.
“Please! Don’t hurt me anymore. I’ll tell ya anything,” he begged.
“I gave you a chance,” Spencer replied, as he grabbed a curling iron, which was connected to an extension cord.
“This might hurt a bit, but it will warm you up!” Spencer laughed.
Walking around behind Paco, Spencer shoved the curling iron up his ass and turned it on.
“This will be interesting,” Spencer said, as Paco started screaming.
All of a sudden, he felt his phone vibrate. Looking at the display, he saw it was his sister.
“Hello?” he asked, as he answered.
“Hey bro. What are you doing and who’s screaming?” Rebecca asked.
“Oh, that’s just the TV.”
“Well, I got good news.”
“Well, tell me. Don’t leave me in suspense.”
“I’m pregnant.”
“Well, congratulations.”
“Just thought you’d like to know.”
“I’m happy for you. Do you want to celebrate? I can take you out to dinner.”
“Okay, that sounds good.”
“Is 5:30 p.m. good?”
“I’ll see ya then,” she replied.
Hanging up the phone, he headed back to Paco who was screaming louder than before, while he was trying to break the chains holding him to the cherry picker.
“You ready to talk now?” Spencer asked.
“Yes, please, just stop!” he begged.
“Okay, who hired you to kill Jerome?”
“A guy named Rick. He hung out over there in Miami Gardens at a place called King of Diamonds.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s all I know.”
Spencer pulled out his Glock 17 and shot Paco right between his eyes.
Turning to the other three people in the warehouse, he told them to clean up the mess and to get rid of the body. He headed over to his new Camaro and took off to find Rick.