Never Again
“Don’t fuck with me Mac. I’ll shoot ya ass, I swear to God,”
The hinges holding their hideout’s door rattled as it flew open and rebounded. She stormed in, threw down two black gym bags filled with cash and kept it moving. “Ginger. Ginger!” her partner strolling behind with three more bags exclaimed. “What! What is it Mac?” “Talk to me. Come on,” Mac carried his bags to a chipped edge wooden table and rested them on the laminated surface. “What is there to talk about Mac?” she spun...
