Wednesday afternoon 1pm. I'm waiting for Reagan to show up at Mami's coffee shop, for some debriefing. It's my first time meeting the Alpha's wing man, to this day I've only ever spoken to him on the phone.

I've always wondered what the face of a psycho looks like, and he was just that. From what I've heard, he is ruthless and doesn't hesitate to shoot you in the face if you insult him in any way, even in a busy coffee shop. I'll have to watch my tone with him.

A text comes in. I glance at my phone on the table and notice it's not a usual text. It was a photo. I pick it up and open it, to see a sexy selfie of Katy wearing a full set of lingerie. My eyes widen to the image as I click on it for a full screen view. I'm not entirely sure how she angled her phone to get her entire body in the photo but she did a stellar job. Another comes in, she's removed the bra, still lying on her back, biting her lip and cupping one breast. I nearly drop my phone.

"God damn." I respond. Smiling uncontrollably.

"Cum take this off me (winky face emoji)." She texts back.

I sigh...That's all I want to do right now.

I spent the morning with Katy "christening" every room in her apartment, some more than once, before getting called into work. She begged me not to go, so I promised her I would bring her back something nice.

"Hey Jo!" A familiar voice says. I look up to see a man in a blue blazer and jeans. His collar is popped, his hair is combed to the side, he had aviators on which he didn't take off even inside the coffee shop. He looked like he walked out of a seventies gangster movie. As he comes to sit down in front of me I begin to choke on the smell of Old Spice after shave and cigarettes. He is not at all what I expected, although he did make a pretty good depiction of a psycho similar to Ted Bundy.

He glances at the phone in my hand, I quickly throw it on silent and put it away.

"Hey man, nice to finally meet you." I Reply and hold out a hand to shake his. He takes my hand in a weak grasp and shakes it as he sits down.

He chuckles at me. "Likewise. Let's get right down to business, Saturday, you will pick up a rental vehicle from budget and make your way to Jumping Jack. Do you know where that is?" He leans forward.

"Like the abandoned place in Brooklyn?" I ask.

"Yeah. You'll meet with some men there and make the exchange. The package will be secured properly, you are to take it inside to the bottom level, there is a place to chain it up and keep it there. You will wait for the buyers to come. Once you are there and settled we will wire you the first half of the cash. The rest will come after the package is picked up." He replies with a slight smirk on his face.

He stares at me watching my reaction, like I haven't done this before. But I've done this many times, it's not surprising to me that the package would be a human. The only difference in this job from the rest is that I would be sitting with the package waiting.

"I can do this no problem." I say smiling back at him, to show him that I have no remorse over her or empathy. He seemed pleased with my response.

"I knew we could count on you, you are the best man we got. I will provide you with a mask and voice modifier as an extra precaution. I would advise you to be armed. We don't exactly trust our "buyers" at this point, and if there is any slight problem or something is off. You are to execute as needed.." He grins at me like an evil villain as if he was picturing me killing someone in front of him. Sick fuck.

"Sounds good man, but this is my last job. I want out after this." I say, leaning forward.

He tilts his head at me, and his right eye twitches under his sunglasses. "Out? Well that's up to the boss.." He sighs..".You've been a great employee Jo, If this is a success I will set up a meeting with him and you can discuss terms." He replies then stands holding out his hand again.

I shake it, gripping it harder than before, as my anger rises inside. Fuck them, I don't care what they say, I'm getting out and Katy is coming with me.

"We will talk soon." He says walking out the door. I say nothing knowing that any words coming out of my mouth right now will result in a bullet through my head.