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Pauley’s fingers fell from the trigger of her gun as she discovered Danela with her head resting on her knees, finishing a cry.
“Viv, I found her!”
The clicking of Pauley and Vivian’s heels on the pavement seemed to relax Danela and she rose.
“Please don’t shoot me. I’m so sorry Vivian. I was conf….”
Pauley lowered her weapon and reached her left hand, offering to comfort Danela then Vivian stepped in front of her and growled.
“You left my shop wide open for those scumbags and you lied to me. To me!”
Pauley turned toward Vivian, angry at her ill-timed rant and tried to push her away. Vivian pulled her friend’s hand down and continued.
“Tell me every damn thing, Danela. You have less than two minutes to remove Pauley and I from your enemies list.”
Pauley couldn’t tell if her fiend was trying to perform some good girl, bad girl routine or if she was just being an arrogant bitch because she could. Then Vivian winked at her, and she knew what to do. She holstered her pistol, walked around Vivian and placed her hands on Danela’s broad shoulders.
“Danela, we can help you, but you have to come over to us, all the way, and do what we need for you to do. Otherwise, we can’t protect your loved ones.”
Pauley was guessing, based on information Vivian has given out and the terror in Danela’s eyes and demeanor. Vivian crossed her arms.
“Well, Danela, I went to my shop, Tomas and his Sampas goons were nowhere to be found. Did you give them what they were looking for, or was my ass what they came to collect?
Danela, moved away from Pauley, walking toward her boss. She pulled long, dark, strands of hair behind her ears and extended her hands, which shook like stray leaves. Vivian bit her top lip, uncrossed her arms and accepted Danela’s gesture, then mouthed the word “talk”.
“My brother Artur, he’s in prison for drugs. But he’s clean and wants to stay that way. My friend, you know Marco, you meet him two or so times, he, um, he keep up with my brother through fellow Sampas that are in the prison. Marco hates being Sampa, but he don’t know to get out….”
Tears rolled over Danela’s young, smooth face. Her whimper was so audible that Pauley began looking around the alley to see is anyone else was listening. Vivian looked at Pauley.
“Let’s take Sweet Danela back to the shop, go on with our day. Then tonight, we have her over for dinner. If she can’t convince Marco to join us, then we make him.”
Pauley shook her head in agreement as Vivian took Danela’s hand and walked her back to the dress shop. With so many moving parts in different directions, now, Pauley started to play out scenarios in her head. She kept her thigh holster unclipped, with her hand close to the trigger.
After a one week break to spend time with our fams, Millicent aka Vivian and Pauley, the ladykillers, are back in our Brazlian Sequel. Check out Tara aka @Tara_R’s chapter, then try mine. Thanks for reading.
Today’s song fits the story and it’s very underrated. Here’s Junip’s In Every Direction.