In which Mike’s career as a pot dealer is a little
a lotmore serious than he would like you to believe and Harvey is his enforcer.
“With the money that this Mr. Ross makes, you’d think he’d be able to afford some decent muscle,” Tanner said, nodding at the kid sitting across from him.
“Mr. Ross hires exactly who he wishes to hire,” the suit replies, turning away from the window. He shrugs out of his suit jacket and hangs it on the back of his chair.
“And does Mr. Ross always refer to himself in the third person?”
The kid snorts, shooting the suit a look.
“I’m Mr. Ross’s legal council. My client has sent me to advise you to drop this case.”
“What, I don’t warrant a face-to-face with the boss?” Tanner sneers. “I don’t know if you know this, but your ‘client’ is the kingpin of one of the largest drug cartels on the Eastern seaboard. You can find his product from Augusta, Maine to Augusta, Georgia. The DEA wants to take him down. Hard.”
“And they’ve enlisted you to help take him down?” the younger man asked.
“I’m handling this interview, rookie.”
“Aw, come on, Harvey. I think I’ve learned a thing or two.”
Tanner looked back to the suit. “Harvey, huh? Do you have a last name, Harvey?”
Harvey’s answer consisted of lifting his arm to start rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. Tanner is mildly surprised to see a colorful collage of tattoos decorating the lawyer’s forearms.
“What my legal-minded friend is saying, Mr. Tanner, is that we’re here with a message.”
“And what’s that?”
The kid smiled, but it was more like a baring of teeth then an expression of amusement. “Drop this case, and you’ll walk out of here relatively in one piece.”
Tanner sneers again. The kid is probably one hundred and thirty pounds dripping wet, if that. He couldn’t give Tanner a bloody lip. “Give it your best shot, you little shit.”
The attack comes, not from the front, but from the side.
Harvey’s fist connects with Tanner’s left temple, a hard, solid hit
that sends Tanner reeling. If he weren’t tied to his chair, he knew he would probably be on the floor.
“You know Harvey represents Floyd Merryweather Jr.? Yeah, they’re boxing buddies.” the kid grins.
Another punch, this time high across his cheekbone along the zygomatic arch.
The kid, who Tanner belatedly realizes is the brains and not the brawn after all, leans forward again, grabbing Tanner by his chin.
“Now that your heads cleared a little, I’ll say it again. Drop. The suit.”
Harvey’s fist buries itself in Tanner’s ribs, and despite himself, he cries out.
“Not too much, Harv. We wouldn’t want to rupture anything.”
“Not right now, anyway,” Harvey agrees. He reaches down and grabs onto Tanner’s left index finger. Tanner struggles, tries to ball his hands into a fist, but his throbbing head slows him down. Harvey grips the digit tight and looks over to Mike as if seeking permission.
“Drop the suit.”
“No,” Tanner spits.
Tanner screams. He does, and he’s too far gone to feel embarrassed about it.
“Finally, something to work with,” Mike sighs. “Now, I can only ask this nine more times, Mr. Tanner, before we have to move on to another method of persuasion.”
“Both of you…” Tanner rasps, fighting to stay conscious. “Can go fuck yourselves.”
The younger man merely stares at him for a long moment before standing.
“It’s a shame, Mr. Tanner. I thought we could settle, but I guess we’re just not going to find a middle ground.”
He picks up the baseball bat from where lies between them and weighs it in his hand. He then flips it in the air and catches it by the head, offering Harvey the handle.
“Maybe you and Tanner can discuss your batting average, Harv. Didn’t you hit 300 in high school?”
“Everyone hits 350 in high school,” Mike says with an air of affectionate teasing. “Well, I’ve got to go. Dinner plans. Harvey, just make sure you don’t kill him. I’d hate to have to cancel on Grammy again.”
#I choose to deliberately believe that Harvey can’t believe Mike stayed this time #there wasn’t even sex last night #just falling asleep together when they were too tired to do anything else #and here Mike is #in his bathroom brushing his teeth #shirtless #Harvey can smell the coffee in the kitchen brewing #and it hits him like a shot that this is how he wants to wake up every morning (weaponsofclassdestruction)