Tapped
an excerpt

The line went dead. Jess let out a slow hiss. They had her hanging on in hopes that the last job was around the corner. Just when she thought she was close, they would pull the rug out from underneath of her and tell her just a few more jobs, and they would give her all the information she’d need to find The Tattooed Man.

It was all coming back to her now. This was why she had become a cynical bitch. She headed up PCH 1, thoroughly enjoying the view. She didn’t want to piss Sasha off any more than she had, but she certainly wasn’t rushing either. Fifty minutes passed before she arrived at The Boss’s estate in Brentwood. Jessica never failed to be in awe as drove through the front gates. It was a massive and tastefully decorated Spanish style Hacienda, with terra cotta tiled roofs and arched windows with authentic iron work. Not bad for just under $14 million.

Jess pulled around to the back of the compound, to a moderate sized pool house that was used by all the criminals The Boss employed during business hours. Unfortunately, that included Jess.

Standing outside the pool house was none other than the bane of her existence, Randall. He stood outside smoking, while leaning against a potted palm and trying to look important. It’s not that this jackass wasn’t good looking, because he was decent. It was just the way he looked at Jessica, as if he wanted to devour her, or worse. He straightened his six foot frame, and smoothed his wavy dark brown hair as he saw her car pull up.

“Hey baby, lookin’ good. I love that shade of lipstick… and what I would really love is to see it all over my zipper, if you get my meaning.”

Brushing past him, Jess said coolly, “Thanks, the shade is called Hollow Point, as in ‘I’ll be seeing it go through the back of your head, and not on the front of your zipper’.”