Smoke said nothing to me on the entire ride back to my place, all she did was repeatedly rock back and forth in the worn out passenger's seat and talk to herself briefly with a wide, twisted devilish grin spread across her face as her arms were crossed underneath her breasts, her pale eyes dark and hollow as usual and it doesn't take rocket science to know that she's in her own little world now. She was so busy staring off into space that she didn't notice me put her guns in the backseat. Not gonna lie, this woman low key terrifies the hell out of me. It wasn't the fact that she waved a gun out and about, it was the fact that she's getting pleasure out of causing people pain.

      My hands tighten around the steering wheel as I slow the car down, letting my foot lose some pressure off the gas. My fingers tap along the leather of the steering wheel as I try to find a way to break the silence.
"Do you want me to drop you off somewhere?" I ask grumpily. Honestly, I could care less whether she chooses to wander the streets downtown or get another ride from some unfortunate bastard, she just needed to get away from me. It's fucked up but it is what it is.

      Smoke lazily rolls her head to face mine, as if her neck was broken, her tousled hair blocks one side of her creepy face, her eyes burning into mine like some sort of laser. Smoke cracks her lips from her creepy smile.  "Here's the thing Kitty, you know too much about me. I may be fucked up in the head but I'm far from stupid, I look outside the frame you see? Once you drop me off, your pussy ass will give away my identity to those Tattooed Dicks or Snakes-whatever." Smoke goes on in a miss-know-it-all tone. Does she even notice what kind of position I'm in? The Tattoed Snakes also saw me carrying her out of the club, not to mention that they're already on my ass.

      Smoke pats my shoulder lightly, as if I was some sort of obedient dog. "There there kitty kitty, I'm not gonna kill you. After all, you could've bailed out on my ass at the Lagoon but you didn't." Smoke stops talking and glances out the window. "Let's make a deal." Smoke suggests as she grabs the Malboros box from the pocket of her crimson decorated jacket, popping a cigarette in the side of her mouth in a swift motion.

      I growl a little. She's got some nerve, she's lucky that I'm not a fan of hitting women because if she was a man, she'd already be on the floor covered in her spit, blood and vomit. I've about had it with her disrespect.

      Smoke take her lighter and sets the end of her cigarette aflame. "I have some errands to run, but it gets me no where knowing that I don't have a ride. If you be my escort, I'll be your unlimited protection." Smoke offers with a small smile. Even now she isn't taking this seriously, in fact she takes almost everything lightly.

       Smoke shrugs as if this whole thing never bothered her. "We can start over. You didn't hit me with your bitch ass car, I didn't put a switchblade to your neck. Water under the bridge. Now, don't take it personally, I sure as hell don't like you but I promise that I won't pop a cap in your ass as long as you take me where I need to go." Smoke went on, stopping briefly to take a drag from her cigarette, her body relaxes as the smoke escapes her bruised lips. "And trust me, I always keep my word." Smoke adds as she slips her cigarette back in her mout.

      "The feelings mutual." Was the only thing I could throw back at her. The last thing I want to do is piss her off, this woman looks like the type to snap my neck if I even so breathe at the wrong time.

        Any rational person would say that I've lost my damn mind after the words I said after that, and by the time I realized what I've said, I agree. . .

         "The deal is on."

         I had just sealed my fate saying those permanent words. At the corner of my peripheral, I could see Smoke's sinister smirk, a glint of excitement in he eyes as her hands were propped behind her head, her cigarette flapping out of her mouth as the smoke begun to fog up the windows of my car. She didn't say anything for the entire car ride. At least she knows when to shut up.

      But already telling by her odd silence. . .I'm screwed.

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      It's the crack of dawn. We surprisingly managed to get home safely without any repercussions from that Neon Lagoon incident. Smoke didn't utter a word to me last night, all she did was kick back and smoke. I couldn't get much sleep either, I was busy thinking of the pros and cons of having Smoke possibly live with me.
 
       This morning I had been puking my guts out in my bathroom, now I'm just trying to process what I've gotten myself into. My rough hands grip around the edges of my tiny round sink, my head throbbing as if I've been drinking for three days straight, my vision blurred out like a dirty lense in camera, all I could see was my tall figure in the mirror before me, my bloodshot eyes glance over to my mockingjay tattoo over my six pack, there were brand new tiny cuts on the crevices of my muscles. My hair was tousled, sweated out and was coming out of my usual combover hairstyle. Buds of sweat ran down almost every part of my body.

      My mind goes back to Smoke. I can't help but wonder what goes through her mind. She shoots her guns with so much skill, and she can tell when you're out of bullets. Not that I give a fuck about her considering that she put my life on the line. She's a cruel little bint and if I weren't a criminal myself I'd turn her ass in.

      My mind starts to clear as I hear a heavy thud, then several more thuds as if someone was getting dragged right outside my bathroom. All of a sudden the thuds and stomps were followed by anxious screams. I find myself darting out of the bathroom and into the living room.

      Those screams belonged to Gia's.