Chapter 9:

"Hey 8-ball what the fuck is taking you so long?" Screamed Deuce, he had been waiting for 8-ball to come back out of his workshop with whatever it was he was supposed to pick up.

"I found it come inside."

"Whatever." Deuce mumbled. He walked into the little workshop and found 8-ball sitting in front of a table, he pointed at an aluminum suitcase, "Is that it?"

"Yeah open it up." Deuce did as he was told and opened up the suitcase.

"Holy shit, you got to be fucking kidding me!" The everyday suitcase that rest on the table was holding one hell of a bomb it looked like it could take out city hall. "What the fuck does he want me to do with this monster?"

"I don't know he's got a note for you though."

Hey Kid,

I know its short notice but I need you to do something for me. There's a factory in Trenton the Bitchin Dog Food factory, I need you to blow it up. The owner's in serious debt and has decided to take the insurance money and run. Also an old associate of mine is very big in the real estate market and wants to buy the land after the owner sells, I'll make a great profit making sure both of those things happen No one should be there but the security guard and he's been paid off. Just show up and he'll let you in, plant the bomb and detonate preferably from a good distance. Do this right and there'll be a nice payday for you.

Toni

PS: burn this once you read it.

Deuce took the lighter out of his pocket and lit his instructions on fire despite 8-ball's protests. "So are you done with my car yet?"

"Yeah we just finished today I think you'll like what we did."

They had done a little more then what Deuce had expected. They didn't just take care of the bullet holes but added some new chrome spinners and run-flat tires. "You're trying to get all the cash out of me that you can aren't you?"

"Well we figured with a new well-paying job you'd be able to cover a few modifications. Plus if you ever feel the need to give the motor some real bite you could always come by."

"How much do I owe you?" Deuce went through the cash Joey gave him and took a guess at how much it would cost.

"Five Gs give or take a hundred."

"Just as I thought, I don't know why I let you rip me off." He handed 8-ball the cash and keys to the loaner car.

"You're lucky do you know how much I usually charge for rims that nice that ain't stolen?"

"I don't feel too lucky, so I'm assuming it's so expensive because you got that stuff I asked for?"

"Yeah it's in the trunk I'll show you." He opened the trunk and pulled out a blanket "Here it is." Deuce looked down and smiled and then looked back at 8-ball.

"How the hell do you do it?"

"Sometimes I don't even know."

"All right cover it up and close the trunk and I'm out of here." 8-ball covered up the stuff with the blanket and slammed the trunk. As soon as the trunk was closed Deuce took off like a bat out of hell. All the garage employees started laughing and pointing at 8-ball as he watched Deuce drive off. All of a sudden he could feel a cold breeze hitting his stomach he looked down at his shirt to see a large hole where his shirt had caught in the trunk. "GODDAMN IT!"

Deuce was driving down Saint Marks blasting Game FM he forgot just how powerful his system was, as far as he could tell they had improved it, the car really seemed to turn easier to. "8-ball must have done something more then he told me." Deuce decided not to bring it up next time he saw 8-ball, as long as he got his money's worth he was happy, "Never look a gift horse in the mouth."

It took a lot of time but Deuce got to the factory planted the bomb and was now situated in his car getting ready to set off the bomb. He had to wait for the guard to get out of there, "Why the hell couldn't he have left when I did? I better get some good cash out of this." That's when it hit him. "I need to start putting in work, bringing in some cash otherwise I'll never make it. I still got my stash and the kilo I didn't sell; it could be a good start. I'll need something more solid though, drugs are always a gamble, and protection ain't my thing. Fuck it something will probably come along soon." The sound of a beat up '98 Mannana taking off broke his train of thought. He held the detonator and looked at it, it looked like an everyday item, or maybe it just looked like that to him, maybe he was losing his humanity. He rested in the seat and pressed the button concentrating his vision on the factory. The building collapsed beautifully although he could only see a part of it because of the wall. "I think I'm starting to like this shit."

AN: All right, the update is shorter then usual but it should do for now it might be a bit longer then usual for my next update. So pretty soon Deuce should start working on his income and becoming a decent earner for the family and hopefully the story will get moving faster I don't want to rush this story and make it lose it's quality but I do want to get it finished hopefully by next fall. Anyway for anyone who wondered what was in the trunk of the car you'll just have to wait and see.