James friend called him an
Uber
, he was a consultant so that kind of thing didn't matter to him. It was just what people did. In the car the driver asked "Had a good night?" James replied slurred "Once I get home I will." It sounded like a euphemism so the driver didn't respond. Maybe shifted awkwardly, but James didn't care. He had to get home, and sober up fast. He had about 7 hours until him and Big Joe had to move.
Fuck he thought, as he replayed the nights conversations. I told Chad like everything. He replayed things he said, some out of boasting. Trying to show Chad he wasn't such a loser like school. Fuck. What are the chances Big Joe finds out?
His apartment was on the other side. Not so many stories. He was tired now, ready to fall into bed.
When he got to his apartment door, the key slid in too easily, and the door swung open to quickly.
It was Big Joe, with Chad tied up and gagged on the ground.
"I had one rule James, No one is to know. Not family, not enemies, not high school friends."
With that he drew a gun, and handed it to James.
"You got yourself in this mess, now get yourself out."
