[ WP ] After falling for a `` Win a free iPad ! '' website , a mob boss decides to collect his free iPad by any means necessary .

`` Hey Murray, get in here'' 
 
 A young, brown - haired man walks through the doorway. His head barely passes under the frame as he enters to see his boss, Dawn `` Don'' Corona, sitting at her computer. 
 
 `` Get a load of this shit. Says I won won a free iPad.'' Sure enough, the screen on her computer was flashing, annoyingly, in bright red, yellow, and green, pausing to go to black when the loop restarts. Ugly orange letters scream exactly what she told him in the middle of the page. 
 
 `` Boss'' says Murray `` we took a shipment from apple last week. There's 200 iPads in the back, why not grab one of those?'' 
 
 Dawn glared at the man, her eyes smoldering alongside the long, slim cig in her hand. The light boucing from the smoke highlighted her eyes in just the right, menacing way. `` Look, kid. You never turn down something for free. Even if you do n't want it. Simple business. You get something you do n't want for free, and no matter how much you sell it for, it's profit.'' 
 
 Cash flow had definitely been on the soft side lately, and they both knew that. No one wanted people killed anymore, not since revenge porn became a thing, and robbing people was damn near impossible. No one carries cash and everyone can cancel their credit cards. You might get a couple hundred out of them before you get shut down and caught. Overall, not worth the trouble. 
 
 Murray spoke again. `` Is n't that what we have now? No one knows we got the apple product, and it's not like we paid for it'' 
 
 `` Dammit Murray, look around you. Do you know what this place was?'' He did n't. `` This used to be our front. you know what a front is at least, right?'' Again, his head shook. `` It's what we used to'clean' our money. Cash comes in, we invest in the store, we take the profit. It's the classic Wal-Mart strategy, at least before the pussy Walton got shot for undercutting the market.'' 
 
 She took a drag from her Slim before continuing. `` This place was one of the finest butcher shops, but know it's this shithole. And I want to open her back up. So let's go get that iPad, add it to the others, and then it's just that much more we have.'' 
 
 Murray nodded in silent agreement. He knew this was a bad idea, and probably a virus, but she was in one of her moods. So he stood by and watched her for the next 15 minutes while she filled out the offers for a glasses place ( she has 20/20 vision ), a place called Brookstone ( with a ton of stolen electronics in the back ), and Wal*mart ( which she hates ). This was followed by the 6-8 weeks of waiting for the mail to arrive with an flat Apple Touchscreen in it. And it never came. 
 Murray hoped that she would forget about it. 
 
 But she did n't. From my perspective, I had never seen anyone so mad. it was actually about a week before she realized it had n't come in. By this point, the product we had in the back had begun to sell, so Murray was scratching off ESL's when out of nowhere the Boss exploded. 
 
 Now, when I say exploded, I meant that things seems harmless and innocent at first. No one could tell there was a bomb about to go off. While the tall one is doing his job, she walks in. `` Hey, how are those iPads coming WHERE THE FUCK IS MY IPAD?!'' followed my crashing and banging and throwing of a laptop. Immediately adter, the smashing and breaking of said laptop. 
 
 `` Fuck'' she snaps as she pulls out her phone. She Googles something, assumedly. Maybe she sent a text, I do n't know. But when she put her phone away, by which I mean slamming her phone onto a table, she stomped into another room in the back. She returned a few moments later, with the stereotypical duffel bag full of crime fireworks. It clunked to the floor. She dug through, grabbed a pistol, a cocked it for dramatic effect. In her eyes burned a fire I have n't seen since the olden days. The murdery kind of olden days. 
 
 `` Grab your stuff boys, we're going on a hunt.'' Murray, and other goons who are n't important enough to mention hopped to attention, all grabbing things from the bag as they followed the boss out the door. `` You coming, Dad?'' 
 
 Dawn was in her mid 30's, about my age when her mom and I had her. 60+ years in the crime world can really take a toll on a guy, and I was n't in the best of physical shape, but I smiled, grabbed a pistol and a semi-auto, and lined up behind her. 
 
 `` Would n't miss it for the world, sweetheart.'' 

