Carl Weber Presents Ride or Die Chick 4 by J.M. Benjamin Page B

nodded. He rubbed his hands together. “This is what we need right here.”
    Baby scanned the room. Her eyes had already zeroed in on a few bikes to choose from.
    â€œWhat did I tell you, huh?” Carl Davis was in his element. His tone had become more confident. Baby was not feeling his cocky attitude. She was tempted to check him, but sided against it. She knew Treacherous would disapprove. Besides, she couldn’t deny it; Carl Davis possessed some great bikes.
    â€œSo, what’s your choice of drug?” Carl Davis asked. “Suzuki? Yamaha?”
    Neither Treacherous nor Baby answered. Instead they made their way over to the bikes that had caught their eye. Carl Davis just watched. Treacherous was the first one to stop next to a bike.
    â€œAh, yes, great choice!” Carl Davis scurried over to where Treacherous stood. “The Kawasaki Ninja ZX-14R,” he announced. “Superlative performance. This is actually the fastest and strongest sports bike in the world!”
    Treacherous glanced over at him. That was something he did not know. Carl Davis continued, explaining about the front and rear suspension and the special ABS brakes. He finished by saying, “It’s definitely a great twenty-thousand-dollar investment.”
    Hearing the bike’s price made Treacherous cut his eyes over at Carl Davis. He was familiar with the terms Carl Davis was using but he was not interested in any of that. He was only concerned about one thing in case of emergency. “How fast does it go?” he asked abruptly.
    â€œOh, good question.” Carl Davis smiled. “This baby has 180 on the dash.”
    â€œI didn’t ask you what was on the dash; I asked you how fast it can go. Or how fast can you make it go?”
    By now, Baby drew her attention over to Treacherous and Carl Davis. A confused look appeared on Carl Davis’s face. It took him a second to process what Treacherous was asking him.
    â€œUm, that’s not legal.” Carl Davis’s words came out choppy. “Besides, it’s expensive,” he added. He took another look at Treacherous and then over at Baby. They did not strike him as the type who could afford what Carl Davis believed Treacherous was inquiring about. For the first time, Carl Davis had taken a good look at Treacherous and Baby.
    â€œWhat’s your price range? And what does your credit score look like?” he asked in the nicest tone he could conjure up. He was beginning to regret bringing the couple into the back room without establishing all of that first.
    Baby was the first to take offense. “Motherfucker, did we say we were looking to finance something?” she snapped. She bobbed in and out of the rows of bikes making a beeline straight for Carl Davis. He was clueless as to the imminent danger he was faced with but Treacherous knew. Before Baby could reach where they stood, Treacherous pulled out a wad of cash containing nothing but one hundred dollar bills.
    â€œThere is no price limit and we prefer cash over credit.”
    Carl Davis’s eyes widened. He realized he had literally just judged a book by its cover. Holy fuck, that’s got to be at least fifty grand, thought Carl Davis.
    He was now clear on exactly who and what he was dealing with, so he thought. He never noticed that Baby was just about to draw her gun, intending to send his brain matter flying across the room before they helped themselves to what they had come for. She had released the butt of her pistol when she saw Treacherous pull out the money.
    â€œI understand,” Carl Davis retorted. “How about you guys pick the bikes you want, tell me what you need done to them, and you pick them back up first thing in the morning?” Carl Davis flashed his customer-friendly smile once again.
    â€œNah, we need ’em today,” Treacherous corrected him.
    Carl Davis thought for a second. He stared out at nothing in particular as if he were