The Last Temptation of The Black Hood Ch.3 In the backseat of their car, I checked my wristwatch. 10:05 p.m., about half an hour after we left my place. Wherever this boss of theirs lived, it was quite the drive from my neck of the woods.The Last Temptation of The Black Hood Ch.3 by FoaminianPriestess
Boils and Zipper-neck sat up front, and the Forehead sat in the backseat next to me, listening to the baseball game and smoking some cigarettes with the windows rolled down. Tony, the Forehead’s birth name, even offered me a smoke, which I politely declined. I also had a hunch that he had a bit too much wine back at my house on account of his sudden flirtatious behavior toward me. By which I mean he kept trying to sweet-talk me.
“Say honey, after the boss gets to know ya, whaddya say you and me get to know each other better, ah?” he asked me, trying to sound suave.
I clicked my tongue in disgust and rolled my eyes at his pathetic “smooth guy” getup.
The Last Temptation of The Black Hood Ch.2 “So, how exactly did you guys find out about me?” I asked Forehead with my hood lowered. “I’ve only been living in The City for a few months or so.”The Last Temptation of The Black Hood Ch.2 by FoaminianPriestess
The Forehead laughed. “You kiddin’ me? Every crook in town talks about’cha,” he replied, downing his glass of wine. “But ‘til now, we thought you was a myth. Hell, we wasn’t even sure whether you was a guy or a gal.”
I cringed at two things: the idea of being the talk of the town and Forehead’s atrocious grammar usage. But it did made sense, because I recalled doing quite a bit more looting in The City than I did back in Indianapolis. Apparently, it was enough to make me a hot topic for the criminal underworld of this town.
I planted myself down on a red velvet chaise lounge chair and poured myself a glass. “What does your boss want with me?” I asked,