” twenty five.
all that work
for me. i’m
almost
touched. ”
Which meant she’d royally fucked off whoever
was footing the bill. That meant she hadn’t
been able to patch up someone important to
them. Or that she’d dropped one of his men.
Worse, she could’ve
sold information on
them.
That always left her
in a shitty position.
” conditions. i want a name. in fact,
i want you to walk me in there —
because i don’t pay people to do
my dirty work. ”
There’d been a time she would’ve
cringed at shedding blood. Now.
It was all part of surviving. At least
she still had the respect to pull
the trigger herself.
” and then i want to
make a deal. so
that any other
prick willing to put
a price on my name
doesn’t get what he
wants —
and trust me, i can outbid anyone. ”
“I know right? I would
have done it for ten,
but hey it was his money
to waste. I’m not gonna
argue.”
Really he wasn’t. It was money in
his pocket and that was the only
thing he cared about. Wade was
in the business of dealing with
whoever had the biggest check
with his name on it. At the moment,
she wasn’t it.
“Lots of demands for a lil
girl who’s got a bounty on
her head.”
Still… he could make an exception. She
was cute and screamed dangerous.
Just the kind of person that caught his
attention.
“Now if we’re talking escort
service, I charge extra for
that. But his name was Frank.
Some fat fuck with a cheap
suit and a terrible comb over.
Kind of like Donald Trump
only not a wig. Never got a
last name, didn’t bother. I’m
in the don’t ask, don’t tell business.
Would be bad for work if I start
poking my nose into things.
Oh, if we’re gonna be working together.
We should be better acquainted. Name’s
Wade, but better known as Deadpool.”