Tabu, p.15
Tabu, page 15
She shrugged. “I retired anyway.”
C-Mann cut away from those eyes. He moved to the passenger side door of the Bonneville and dumped the bag and took out his extra guns and sat them on top of the bag...might need to get to them quickly.
“Did you hide out with Chuck‐ah‐Luck in the Bronx?”
C-Mann looked down the alley, both ways. She considered he might not have heard, and she thought he might not want to answer that question. He tossed the murder weapons over a fence and into the bushy lot next door.
She moved to him. “You could have just left. Why this? Revenge is not you.”
He didn’t reply. He was still looking around, his senses on high alert. He opened the car door and Connie touched his hand.
“You just couldn’t let them live.”
C-Mann looked hard into her eyes. “I’d love to answer all your fucking questions, but I gotta get out of here.”
He sat down into the car.
She blushed at the fact C-Mann still had his sense of humor. She slid those sexy legs down and stood on her feet. She said, “I know, right. You gotta go, Poppa. Danger Mann. That is what I am going to call you.”
“I bet you really want to blow me now.” He dumped the bag of cash on the floor of the passenger’s side and the guns in that empty seat.
Connie came to the window and he rolled it down the old‐fashioned way, cranking it. He did, though, put a gun in his lap just in case.
I so wished I hadn’t told him that your danger turns me on. Now it’s like you don’t understand I love you.”
C-Mann fired up the Pontiac.
“Take this.” She handed him an airline ticket envelope. “My new address is in there. You are welcome. But, poppa, if I see you, if you come to me then I would say that means you are my man. And we would live happily ever after.”
Connie moved to kiss him and he yielded, fuck it, leaning to those sweet lips, and she closed her eyes in appreciation. Their kiss was too short and so sweet.
“We must leave,” one of her men noted politely.
She stood from Pontiac, “Go in peace, Danger Mann.”
She smiled yet again and C-Mann had to smile with her. In Spanish, she said, “Here is a real gangster standing in front of us. Not afraid to die.”
C-Mann saw the rowdy group was coming their way. Connie’s men stepped in front of her, guns drawn.
She said, “Here they come, pa‐pa.”
“And here I go.” He ducked down low, leaning to the guns, and sat his foot down hard on the gas pedal. The car flew down the alley as fast as the big Pontiac could get that quickly. He had gotten up on the thugs faster than they expected and he bowled over more than a few of them to get to the street. The big tires of the car tumbled over Latin bodies and rolled to the street. Out on the Ave, the car was fired upon but didn’t lose speed as it skidded right, heading uptown, leaving hurt, battered bodies and angry gunmen in its wake.
From the safety of the back seat of her Lexus, Connie smirked, “Ah that was fun.”
Thomas Green, Tabu
