The Piggy Farmer (The Barrington Patch Book 3) Emmy Ellis (notion reading list TXT) š
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The poor bastard. He must have a feeling heād struggle on that front. To be fair, he had seen some horrific shit, and it was likely fucking with his mind. Sheād been there, where sheād seen it all over again later on, playing out inside her head even while she was awake.
āYou learn to compartmentalise.ā She wasnāt about to tell him the monster inside her enjoyed it to a certain degree, that part of her looked forward to hurting people. That was for her and her alone to know, or maybe Mam. āItās what was handed down to me, a legacy if you like. The murder, the torture, the running of the patch, doing things people should never do, but I promised my dad I would, so there you go. Like you, I donāt break promises if I can help it. Listen, I wonāt ask you to do owt like this again if you donāt want me to, if youāre uncomfortable with it. You were originally meant to be my grass, werenāt you, itās just that things happened, escalated.ā
āHmm, I get it, no worries on that score. And Iāll get used to it if you have plans for me. Like, if you need me for owt else thatās nasty.ā
Had he said that because he thought he had no choice, even though sheād basically said he did? Didnāt he trust her?
āIām not going to make you do stuff, Jim, but if you want to do it to earn extra, I wonāt say no.ā
He shifted from foot to foot. āIām not being rude butāā
āPeople who start off saying that generally end up being rude, but go on.ā She braced herself for what he had to say. Sheād hate to have to tell him off but would if the need arose.
He blushed, scratching at one of his angry pimples. āItās just thatā¦ If I have to kill him, will I get paid more, like?ā
Was that all he was worried about?
āOf course you fucking will. What do you take me for, a skinflint boss? I give bonuses, unlike Lenny, to people who go the extra mile. If you have to shoot that cunt in there, youāll get your due, donāt you worry about that.ā
āThanks. Sorry. For asking, I mean.ā
She had sympathy for him, and Dadās words came to mind. Sheād repeat them to Jimmy so he knew she wasnāt upset. āDonāt ever be sorry for getting whatās owed to youādonāt work for free.ā She nudged him in the ribs to lighten things up. āLook, people who sit back and get taken for granted never get farāand you, Jimmy Lews, deserve to go far. Youāre a good bloke, you stuck by my dad, and asking for payment for services rendered isnāt a bad thing. You do the work, you expect money, itās as simple as that. Anyone who doesnāt want to pay you is a scumbag, and itās a reflection on them, not you.ā
He let out a rush of air, clearly relieved she hadnāt bitten his head off. āHow much?ā
Cassie smiled. āSee? Youāre learning. Twenty grand.ā
āFuck me, thatās what I would have asked for.ā
āThere you go then. Iām a mind reader as well as a hard cow.ā
He nudged her in return. āYouāre all right, you are.ā
āI can be. On the other hand, you know full well how not all right I can be, so donāt get too comfortable.ā Her phone bleeped, and she placed her cup down, moving away from Jimmy to read it. She checked the screen.
Shit. She really didnāt need this.
Li Jun: I am worried about my brother. Zhang Wei went out and has not come home. His wife, she is fretting. What do I tell her?
Good old Li Jun. Despite probably knowing what had happened, he was still in her pocket. Cassie sighed. Hua, the wife, worked for Cassie, doing stints bagging the drugs sold at Li Junās takeaway, the Jade Garden. Zhang Wei had distanced himself from the goings-on years ago by moving to the Moor estate and running The Golden Dragon. Hua was well aware of what went on in Cassieās world, and sheād keep her mouth shut if she knew Zhang Wei had ādisappearedā, even if he was her husband, but in the meantime, she could cause a spot of bother if she wasnāt aware of things as they stood now.
Cassie: Tell her Iāll visit her tomorrow sometime. Zhang caused problems. Heās moved to China.
Li Jun would know exactly what that meant. It was the same cover story for where Jiang, Zhang Weiās son, had gone. Heād been killed by some scrote, a machete slice to the neck, and it had been hushed up so people didnāt ask questions about him no longer working at the Jadeāwhere a load of drugs sat in an unplugged fridge, baggies sold with the fried rice.
Li Jun: Oh no.
Cassie: Sorry, but you all know the deal. Iāll get word out in The Life so people know where he is.
Li Jun: I am sorry it has come to this. I did not think my brother would escalate things.
Cassie: Well, he did, and thatās the end of it.
Li Jun: Howā¦?
Cassie: He was shot. It was quick. Now go and shut Hua up.
She slipped her phone in her pocket and continued drinking her coffee, her arse against a cupboard. āSometimes, I could really do with being a normal person.ā The admission surprised her, and it was weird: because it was Jimmy, she didnāt want to take it back.
He gave her a sympathetic look. āSorry youāre not.ā
āYeah, well, life has its own design for us. Weāre kidding ourselves if we think we can carve out our own destiny. Sway it, yes, but not completely direct it.ā That was a bit bleak, and too close to her
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