“There he is,” Queenie says, then curses as another car parks next to his. Angel goes over to it, and a man gets out, and they start to talk. “Fuck,” she mutters.
But just when we think his men are going to get in his way, the other car starts up again before taking off down the street, and Angel starts walking over to the taco stand.
“It’s now or never,” Queenie says, tossing the binoculars into the back seat and grabbing a bag.
She doesn’t wait for me, getting out of the car and slipping into the darkness behind a row of trees. “Fucking crazy woman,” I mutter, getting out of the car and quietly closing my door before jogging after her.
“Come on slowpoke, we don’t want to miss him,” she whispers at me as I reach her.
“What the hell is even the plan?” I hiss.
“Just follow me, and shut up,” she snaps at me in a hushed tone. “God, just enjoy the moment.”
I stare at her like she has three heads. I’m trying because she truly thinks this is a fun idea for a date night.
As we get closer to Angel, the thrill of what we're about to do hits me. I always love it when Queenie takes another monster off the streets.
We keep looking to our right, making sure Angel doesn’t pay us any mind as Queenie leads us past him and around the trees. “Quick,” she says, before looking both ways and sprinting across the street.
I gape at her. I’m a six foot tall man who looks like a fucking lumber jack.I can’t prance across the street unnoticed!
I watch her from behind the tree as she makes her way around Angel’s car to the back seat. She looks around and notices I’m not there, then looks up to the trees. Her face is pissed, and she mouths ‘now’.
“Fuck,” I mutter, moving out from between the trees. I look over at Angel, who's talking on his phone while eating his taco, his back to me. Now or never. Looking both ways, I make sure no cars are coming before running across the street, trying to be as quiet as I can.
When I reach the car, she nods her head towards the car at the back seat on the opposite side of her. “Get in,” she hisses, before opening the car door and slipping into the back seat.
Looking over my shoulder, I check to see if Angel is watching and slip in too.
“Get down low,” she says, crouching down on the floor of the car.
“You’re fucking kidding me right? I can hardly fit back here, how the fuck do you expect me to hide?”
She looks over at me and grimaces. “Fuck, I didn’t think this through,” she says.
“You think,” I deadpan.
“Well, sorry. I thought this would be a fun couple’s date,” she pouts. “It was with Dean.”
“Did you and Dean hide in the back seat of a car?” I ask, huffing out an annoyed breath as I shift in the seat, trying my hardest to crouch down, but the best I can do is hide half my body behind the passenger's seat.
“No,” she mutters.
“There you go.”
“Shhhh,” she says. “He’s coming.”
“What if he sees me!” I start to panic as I look out the window, seeing Angel heading towards the car.
“Won't matter, he’s not making it out of his car,” Queenie responds.
Angel makes his way around the car, his hand reaching for the handle, and I feel my body break out into a sweat.
Opening the car door, he tosses his bag of tacos onto the passenger's seat before getting in.
“I think it’s kind of funny that you, Angel, are about to dance with the Devil,” Queenie says, breaking the silence. His eyes snap up to the rearview mirror, meeting mine. I give him an awkward wave. He moves to reach for something, probably his gun, but before he can, Queenie wraps something that looks like a belt around his neck, pulling on it hard.
He starts to curse and gag, his arms moving wildly.