Charles leered at Mr.Pruce from behind his sunglasses he tried to calm down, but with Mr.Pruce present that was not easily accomplished so early in the morning. Charles climbed up into the s.u.v. fastened his seat belt and tuned the radio to the classical station as Mr.Pruce drove off heading west. The two men proceeded towards downtown Dallas discussing the matter at hand.
"Now this poor bastard Oliver, did you ever meet him?"
"Well, sort of."
"Wha'd'ya' mean, sort of?" Mr.Pruce asked.
"It was getting late one night and Serena and I had just come back from a ride as we were putting the horses up we came across Oliver and one of Xation's maids rolling around in the hay." Charles explained.
"How long did you watch?" Mr.Pruce asked eyes wide like a sexual fiend.
"Shut, up." Charles sneered disgusted by the mere suggestion.
"Well Oliver," Mr.Pruce went on as he took out a pair of black sunglasses that were identical to Charles' which annoyed Charles for he had once again copied his style. "he was supposed to deliver four paintings to Xation, that was three months ago."
"Has Xation already paid him?"
"Of course, so we have to go and look at these paintings and if they are any good than he can live, but if they are terrible, as Xation fears, then we, sorry, I mean you have to put him down."
Charles said nothing he only thought about what he knew of Oliver. He was a renowned, gifted artist, but that was a few years ago, before fame,drugs and gambling went to his head. Charles feared the art would be bad.
"What are the paintings of?" he asked quietly.
"Xation's polo ponies, his favorite, Mr.Whiskey, his first most beloved, than Iguazu, Mr.Friday, and one other I can't recall, but you will be the one to decide if they are any good, Xation is a little more trusting in your taste than mine, but then again I think all art is crap." Mr.Pruce said yawning a little as they headed down the highway, Charles was left with a deep sinking feeling that he would, indeed ,be killing another human being for Xation again today.Poor unfortunate bastard had no idea who he was getting mixed up with by doing business with Xation.
"Will Xaton let him buy his way out?"
"No fucking way." Mr.Pruce said dead calm.
"Why?"
"Because Charles, Xation hates him. A lot of shit went down last summer at the ranch in Argentina, no need for you to be bothered with, but this little prick is lucky were not going to kill him even if the paintings are good." Mr.Pruce said becoming agitated by speaking about Oliver and what ever it was that happened.
"Oh really," Charles said a little shocked.
"Yup, See this boy got on Xation's wrong side, and you always want to be on his good side, you know what I mean." Mr.Pruce smiled.
"I did not realize Xation had a good side." Charles answered as the skyline of Dallas came into view, the tall glass and steel structures shining in the bright early morning sunlight
"Now this poor bastard Oliver, did you ever meet him?"
"Well, sort of."
"Wha'd'ya' mean, sort of?" Mr.Pruce asked.
"It was getting late one night and Serena and I had just come back from a ride as we were putting the horses up we came across Oliver and one of Xation's maids rolling around in the hay." Charles explained.
"How long did you watch?" Mr.Pruce asked eyes wide like a sexual fiend.
"Shut, up." Charles sneered disgusted by the mere suggestion.
"Well Oliver," Mr.Pruce went on as he took out a pair of black sunglasses that were identical to Charles' which annoyed Charles for he had once again copied his style. "he was supposed to deliver four paintings to Xation, that was three months ago."
"Has Xation already paid him?"
"Of course, so we have to go and look at these paintings and if they are any good than he can live, but if they are terrible, as Xation fears, then we, sorry, I mean you have to put him down."
Charles said nothing he only thought about what he knew of Oliver. He was a renowned, gifted artist, but that was a few years ago, before fame,drugs and gambling went to his head. Charles feared the art would be bad.
"What are the paintings of?" he asked quietly.
"Xation's polo ponies, his favorite, Mr.Whiskey, his first most beloved, than Iguazu, Mr.Friday, and one other I can't recall, but you will be the one to decide if they are any good, Xation is a little more trusting in your taste than mine, but then again I think all art is crap." Mr.Pruce said yawning a little as they headed down the highway, Charles was left with a deep sinking feeling that he would, indeed ,be killing another human being for Xation again today.Poor unfortunate bastard had no idea who he was getting mixed up with by doing business with Xation.
"Will Xaton let him buy his way out?"
"No fucking way." Mr.Pruce said dead calm.
"Why?"
"Because Charles, Xation hates him. A lot of shit went down last summer at the ranch in Argentina, no need for you to be bothered with, but this little prick is lucky were not going to kill him even if the paintings are good." Mr.Pruce said becoming agitated by speaking about Oliver and what ever it was that happened.
"Oh really," Charles said a little shocked.
"Yup, See this boy got on Xation's wrong side, and you always want to be on his good side, you know what I mean." Mr.Pruce smiled.
"I did not realize Xation had a good side." Charles answered as the skyline of Dallas came into view, the tall glass and steel structures shining in the bright early morning sunlight
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