Chapter 20 High Life (2/2)
”Whatever you say.” With this, Desi finished folding her hair up into the towel which was now neatly gathered on top of her head. Grinning seductively at Laz, she straightened the towel out in front of her before wrapping it around her completely and walking to the bedroom, never once showing him what lay beneath.
'Wow,' was Laz's only thought, if it could even be called that.
As Tony came out fully dressed, he walked over to the side of the sofa where one of the wooden stands were, pulled open the drawer and took out a small pistol. He then reached in with his other hand and grabbed a cylinder which almost looked like a small pipe. Laz immediately recognized it as a silencer when tony began to screw it on to the end of the gun.
”Hey, let me make something clear. Next time you look at her that way, I'm going to blast off one of your testicles. Do it twice and you better hope you can adopt in the future. Got it?”
Tony was glaring at Laz with a cold look in his eyes. Although Tony didn't feel even the slightest bit of a threat from him, he also wasn't someone who let the little things go. In his world, you were either the strongest, or you were dead. Respect was demanded, no matter who he was dealing with.
Laz got the message and dropped his head to stare at his shoes, not even thinking about looking up.
Tony almost had the urge to laugh. Although his nature made him cold, he wasn't a stone or unaware of others. He knew this kid was basically as innocent as they come and meeting someone like Desi for the first time would shock even a fully grown man, much less a kid.
Desi also liked to tempt others. When a woman was beautiful, she knew it. And it would be a crime if she didn't use it. Although she was with Tony right now, there wasn't anything like love involved. They both got what they wanted and it ended there without feelings to mess things up.
There was also respect involved. She didn't actually sleep around despite her flirting and he trusted her to take care of the things he asked of her. She was like a right hand in that aspect. As long as you could trust the other person, who needed love? She also enjoyed the power that came with being with Tony. If she needed something, he took care of it.
It worked out well for both of them.
”Watch the window kid while we wait for my guys. You see him leave, you tell me.” Tony sat on the couch and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels to find something to watch. He had set the gun on the table in front of him while he reclined back and put his feet up, not the least bit concerned about things.
Desi had come back from the bedroom in some white silk pajamas and slid up next to Tony on the couch, making herself comfortable. Neither of them seemed to pay Laz any more attention as he walked over to one of the three windows and looked down. Although he couldn't see Joey's door from here, he could tell if Joey walked over to his van or walked out to the sidewalk. It was the best spot he could find to observe the most, while also using his hearing to keep track of Joey downstairs.
Laz couldn't help but get a little excited. This isn't something he ever imagined himself doing, yet here he was, sitting in a drug dealer's apartment and being the lookout.
He knew Joey was still in the bedroom with the girl, but he seemed to have finished. As neither of them were moving. He couldn't tell if Joey was asleep since his normal breathing was quite ragged, but he knew by the girls barely audible breaths that she was either not conscious or not awake.
At least she was still alive.
Laz felt bad for her, but it was only after coming into contact with Tony that he realized he cared more about protecting himself and his grandpa than he did about her. Had he only cared about her well-being, he would have called the police right away. But if he did that, he didn't know how bad the consequences would be.
Although he wasn't sure how he felt about it, but when the choice came between a random stranger's fate and protecting his family, he would choose family every time.