CHAPTER NINEIt was raining when Carlos came strolling his big ass out of The Bar Fly with two tipsy blondes. He was en route to the Maybach he’d rented when he stopped to open his umbrella. He had been having trouble getting the goddamn thing to operate inside of the bar, so he figured he’d give it another shot once he’d gotten outside.
“Ah, there this mothafucka go.” Carlos cracked a toothy smile, boasting his shiny grill again. He’d just gotten the mechanism to work. His umbrella had opened to its full potential, providing shade from the rain. The giant took the time to adjust his jacket before motioning the scarcely dressed women underneath the protection of his umbrella. The blondes snuggled up on either side of him, placing a hand at his back and the other at his waistline. The rain
