"Lover At Last" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ward, J.R.)

As Jonsey met the guyтАЩs eyes, he didnтАЩt particularly care what the outcome was. Shoot the bitch. DonтАЩt shoot him. Whatever.

тАЬOkay, okay, okay.тАЭ Mr. Chatty backed away and left the bus stop.

Thank. Fuck.

Jonesy put his gat away, crossed his arms, and stared in the direction the bus was going to come out ofтАФlike that might help.

Stupid fucking idiot.

He looked at his watch again. Man, enough with this shit. If a bus heading back into downtown got here first, he was just going to get on and fuck it all.

Shifting the backpack heтАЩd been told to get, he felt the hard contour of the jar inside. The pack he understood. If he was going to transport product from the sticks into the тАЩhood, then yeah. But the jar? What the hell you need that for?

Unless it was loose powder?

The fact that heтАЩd been chosen by C-Rider, the man himself, for this had been pretty fucking cool. Until heтАЩd met White BoyтАФand then the idea he was special lost some juice. The boss manтАЩs instructions had been clear: Hook up with the dude at the Fourth Street stop. Take the last bus out to the тАЩburbs and wait. Transfer to the rural line when service resumed near dawn. Get off at the Warren County stop. Hoof it one mile to a farm property.

C-Rider would meet them and a bunch of other dudes out there for the business. And after that? Jonsey would be part of a new crew set to dominate the scene in Caldie.

He liked that shit. And full respect to C-RiderтАФthat motherfucker was tight: high up in the тАЩhood; strung.

But if the rest of them were like VanillaтАФ

The roar of an engine made him assume something, anything from the Caldwell Transit Authority had finally shown, and he got to his feetтАФ

тАЬNo fuckinтАЩ way,тАЭ he breathed.

The blacked-out Hummer had pulled up right in front of the bus stop, and as the window went down, White Boy was full-on insane-in-the-membrane behind the wheelтАФand not just because Cypress Hill was, in fact, blaring.

тАЬGet in! Come on! Get in!тАЭ

тАЬWhat the fuck you do, yo?тАЭ Jonsey stuttered, even as he shot around behind the SUV and jumped into the passenger seat.

Holy motherfucking shitтАФbitch ass was not a total fool, not pulling off something like this.

The guy floored the accelerator, the engine roared, and the teeth of the tires grabbed onto the snowpack and shot them forward at fifty miles an hour.

Jonsey held on to whatever he found as they went gunning through a red-light intersection and then rode up over the curb and across the parking lot of a Hannaford. As they shot out on the far side, the music buried the beeping sound that was going off because no one had put their seat belts on.

Jonsey started grinning. тАЬFuckinтАЩ yes, motherfucker! You crazy bitch, you fucking crazy ass snowflakeтАж!тАЭ



тАЬI think thatтАЩs Justin Bieber.тАЭ

Standing in front of a lineup of LayтАЩs potato chips, Qhuinn looked overhead to the speaker inset into the ceiling tiles. тАЬYup. IтАЩm right, and I hate that I know that.тАЭ

Next to him, John Matthew signed, How do you know?