63

63. A Deadly Dinner.

~Delmundo

Georgia laid out the finest of my suits and a new phone because I disposed of the one I had earlier when I was on Circe's island. A burner phone had only an hour before it was obsolete.

I did not have any desire to lay my eyes on Pamela just yet, I was afraid that seeing her might derail me from my mission. I put on my suit and black Italian leather shoes and left the house.

Frank was already on his way to get the explosive from Joe and all I had to do for now was go for a dinner date with my ex who just tried to have me killed.

All the women in my life had a knack for wanting to take my life. I got into my car and started the engine. I put it in reverse and drove backward before turning and exiting my compound.

I drove at high speed not caring about the cops. I owned them in this part of the city because it was my territory. I looked at tin rearview mirror and suspected that a car was on my tail.

I was already a person of interest since my father