thought that he was tough, tried to tackle Cherokee. Cherokee just side-stepped him and landed a solid punch with the brass knuckles to the side of the guy’s head. Blood spurted and he went down.
Marge was in a panic as she scrambled in her purse for her keys. Cherokee went straight for her and grabbed her by the hair. He put his other hand around her throat and hissed, “Scream, and I’ll kill you.”
Tightening his grip on her throat, he whispered in her ear, “Baby you really picked the wrong guy to steal from.” He tightened his grip on her throat. A gasp of breath leaked from her throat as her oxygen was cut off. Cherokee squeezed until she passed out. He didn’t want to kill her as that would cause too much attention to the area and Bo would be furious. He let her drop to the ground, picked upher handbag and foundthe keys to the van. He unlocked the van and put her unconscious body in the back seat and then went back to the young man’s limp body and dragged it to the van. Cherokee put his body in the front seat. He removed the guy’s belt and secured his hands to the steering wheel. He removed the guy’s wallet and took out all the cash and threw the wallet as far as he could across the parking lot. He opened Marge’s purse. His $4000 was neatly rolled in a ball with a rubber band around it. He placed the money in his pocket. Marge must have conned another man because there was an additional two-thousand in her purse. Cherokee smiled at his luck. This night had really paid off for him, except, he was still horny. He could handle that problem tomorrow; tonight he made money.
He locked the van and laid the keys on the pavement beside the door. Cherokee knew that they couldn’t call the police when they regained consciousness.
He calmly left the parking lot and went back to his room. He wouldn’t tell Bo what happened. Bo was careful and didn’t want anything interfering with his contract. Cherokee finally went to bed at 4 a.m. He was still horny as hell.
Chapter 7
There was a loud bang on the door on the morning of August 18, 2005. Cherokee had only been sleeping for about three hours. He heard the irritated voice of Bo yelling, “Get your ass out of bed and open the door!”
Cherokee grunted a loud, “Okay,” and rolled out of bed. He went to the door and opened it.
Bo didn’t enter the room, he just glared at Cherokee. “You look like hell. Get your clothes on and let’s get moving. We need to be at that damn girl’s apartment before she leaves for class. I’ll wait on you in the car.”
Cherokee could have used several cups of black coffee and some breakfast, but, he knew better than to argue with Bo when he was angry. He quickly got dressed, called the desk for express checkout, threw his things into his bag and left the room. He had only kept Bo waiting for ten minutes when he got to the SUV. There was a large cup of steaming black coffee in the cup holder on his side. Bo grunted, “Drink that, Shitface. We got important work to do today.”
There was little conversation on the thirty-minute drive to Appleton. Bo followed the directions that had been given to him and easily found the apartment building where Veronika lived. Being the seasoned professional, he’d done his research and knew that the girl drove a red BMW convertible. He drove around the parking lot and eventually spotted her car. He parked two rows over from the BMW.
Bo and Cherokee parked two rows from the red BMW. There was a lot of activity in the parking lot with people going to work and to school.
“Listen,” Bo said, “We’re not going to take her here. There’s too much activity and we may be seen. We’ll just follow her and pick our spot.”
Cherokee nodded his throbbing head.
After just fifteen minutes, they noticed a tall blonde girl walking toward the BMW. She walked right by their car and didn’t look at them, carrying a satchel and walking briskly. Her curly
Marge was in a panic as she scrambled in her purse for her keys. Cherokee went straight for her and grabbed her by the hair. He put his other hand around her throat and hissed, “Scream, and I’ll kill you.”
Tightening his grip on her throat, he whispered in her ear, “Baby you really picked the wrong guy to steal from.” He tightened his grip on her throat. A gasp of breath leaked from her throat as her oxygen was cut off. Cherokee squeezed until she passed out. He didn’t want to kill her as that would cause too much attention to the area and Bo would be furious. He let her drop to the ground, picked upher handbag and foundthe keys to the van. He unlocked the van and put her unconscious body in the back seat and then went back to the young man’s limp body and dragged it to the van. Cherokee put his body in the front seat. He removed the guy’s belt and secured his hands to the steering wheel. He removed the guy’s wallet and took out all the cash and threw the wallet as far as he could across the parking lot. He opened Marge’s purse. His $4000 was neatly rolled in a ball with a rubber band around it. He placed the money in his pocket. Marge must have conned another man because there was an additional two-thousand in her purse. Cherokee smiled at his luck. This night had really paid off for him, except, he was still horny. He could handle that problem tomorrow; tonight he made money.
He locked the van and laid the keys on the pavement beside the door. Cherokee knew that they couldn’t call the police when they regained consciousness.
He calmly left the parking lot and went back to his room. He wouldn’t tell Bo what happened. Bo was careful and didn’t want anything interfering with his contract. Cherokee finally went to bed at 4 a.m. He was still horny as hell.
Chapter 7
There was a loud bang on the door on the morning of August 18, 2005. Cherokee had only been sleeping for about three hours. He heard the irritated voice of Bo yelling, “Get your ass out of bed and open the door!”
Cherokee grunted a loud, “Okay,” and rolled out of bed. He went to the door and opened it.
Bo didn’t enter the room, he just glared at Cherokee. “You look like hell. Get your clothes on and let’s get moving. We need to be at that damn girl’s apartment before she leaves for class. I’ll wait on you in the car.”
Cherokee could have used several cups of black coffee and some breakfast, but, he knew better than to argue with Bo when he was angry. He quickly got dressed, called the desk for express checkout, threw his things into his bag and left the room. He had only kept Bo waiting for ten minutes when he got to the SUV. There was a large cup of steaming black coffee in the cup holder on his side. Bo grunted, “Drink that, Shitface. We got important work to do today.”
There was little conversation on the thirty-minute drive to Appleton. Bo followed the directions that had been given to him and easily found the apartment building where Veronika lived. Being the seasoned professional, he’d done his research and knew that the girl drove a red BMW convertible. He drove around the parking lot and eventually spotted her car. He parked two rows over from the BMW.
Bo and Cherokee parked two rows from the red BMW. There was a lot of activity in the parking lot with people going to work and to school.
“Listen,” Bo said, “We’re not going to take her here. There’s too much activity and we may be seen. We’ll just follow her and pick our spot.”
Cherokee nodded his throbbing head.
After just fifteen minutes, they noticed a tall blonde girl walking toward the BMW. She walked right by their car and didn’t look at them, carrying a satchel and walking briskly. Her curly
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