[ WP ] You take your new wife to the city for your honeymoon . She has no idea you have a kilo of heroin in the trunk to deliver .

I gently closed the door behind us, then turned toward the stairs. It was raining, I had just realized. She was so beautiful, wavy hair up in a style that only she could pull off, tight black dress showing off perfect curvatures that were bound to disappear as our unborn child came to term. She must have distracted me, or I'd have retrieved a coat for her from the closet. 
 
 She laughed, as carefree of a song as it ever was. I loved that about her most of all. My veins were always tangled and pulsing, but there was something about her that made my heart skip a beat before slowing down to a calm rhythm, one I would n't mind dancing to for the rest of my life. `` It's raining!'' She chuckled as she leaned in and kissed me. She pushed me away playfully and ran back inside, her high heals clicking on the hardwood floor. Out she came with two umbrellas, one of them jet black to match my suit on my commutes, the other bright yellow with triangle ears, made to look like that little rat character from that Japanese TV show the kids were all into these days. She handed me the yellow one. 
 
 `` How did you know?'' I said with a chuckle, propping the ridiculous thing open as I took her hand and made down the steps, careful not to slip. She let go of my hand as I reached to open the passenger door. 
 
 `` Pop the trunk, babe?'' She was standing behind the door waiting patiently as the wind pushed the rain sideways and under the umbrella, eliciting even more laughter. Why the fuck is it that something which normally feels awful, which contributes to the permanent frown you wear at your desk Monday through Friday, funny when you're in love? 
 
 `` Just put them in the back seat. I'm not worried about it. We'll get soaked if it's coming down like this when we arrive.'' 
 
 `` Really? But your father just bought this for us...'' 
 
 `` He would n't mind, love. Hop on in.'' It was true. He would n't care. My widower father was far wealthier than need be to afford the jet black Lexus he gifted us for our wedding, but he was n't a man of material possessions. He did n't own any nice cars or a large house like the one me and my girlfriend... excuse me, wife ( it's almost hard to believe ) were fortunate enough to find. He blew his money on excitements that only lasted a few hours of the night and were gone by the time you woke in the morning. We were different that way, but when it came down to brass tax we were similar in most ways. 
 
 She wanted to talk the whole way into town, about what bars we would visit and which music we would dance to. I was as excited as she was, do n't get me wrong, but I ca n't imagine any man can give his lady undivided attention when you're hiding over a hundred grand of heroine in a compartment only a few feet behind her. Lots of room in the back seat of these luxury vehicles, so it was farther away than it would have been in my white Miata, so that was comforting I guess. 
 
 It would be gone soon enough, though. `` What do you think of stopping by Barrio first, babe? I hear they have a new chef and the food is even better than before.'' I did n't know about the food, but I knew my car was a kilo heavier than I'd have liked at the time. 
 
 `` But babe, is n't that further than any of the other stops we were going to make? And wo n't we be too early for our reservation?'' She was n't a worrier, but she was practical. 
 
 `` With a little persuasion I managed to have them hold the table until we arrive. Besides, if we get to drinking too early we wo n't be as hungry... or horny... later.'' I gave her a devilish smile and she bit her lip. `` I suppose you're right'', she growled as she reached into my lap for only long enough to leave me wanting. 
 
 An alternative rock song came on the radio, one whose name I'd forgotten but that she used to listen to on repeat back when we started seeing each other. I turned it up, giving me some time to think as the lyrics took the place of my conversation. 
 
 I loved my wife, but it would have been nice to have chosen my own. Everything was always business to my father though. After years of dealers dying and streets turning into borders, my girlfr... wife's father decided it was time to end the bloodshed. Combine our empires, and monopolize the heroine distribution market in Seattle. Our family happened to be on the winning side of that conflict at the time, so my father proposed a brilliant idea to keep our enemies honest. I fuck his daughter... forever. She'd been nicely sheltered from our questionable trade, and was none the wiser. Just a woman in love. Now I wish I was as ignorant as her, but the thoughts in my mind weighed heavier than the shit in my trunk. 
 
 As you may have surmised my father tends to give gifts with strings attached. This shiny new whip was no different. It came with the drugs already in the trunk, a fact that he let me quietly know while my betrothed jumped up and down screaming, waving her hands as if she was bout to feint. He's such a dick. 
 
 So there we were, just past Mercer Island on the bridge, headed toward the tunnels into our city. She was included in the `` our'' at this point, and she did n't even know it. Once we arrived at our restaurant I was told that the valet would handle moving the product and getting it to my new father-in-law as a token of good will. It was higher quality than anything he'd managed to get his hands on, and soon he'd be making the money he'd always dreamed of but we kept from him. 
 
 We pulled into the underground parking garage of the skyscraper that housed our first dining spot. The valet took our car and drove off. 
 
 `` God dammit!'' I yelled as he rounded the corner. 
 
 `` What babe?'' 
 
 `` I left my wallet in the center console. I'll be right back. Check on our reservation, will you?'' 
 
 `` Sure thing.'' She smiled and leaned in to kiss me once more. So forgiving of her. I guess it was a simple mistake to her. She would n't be so forgiving if she knew what I was really up to. 
 
 `` Excuse me?'' I said as the valet popped open my trunk. 
 
 He spun around just in time to catch my knife under his chin, and I threw him into the trunk. His blood streamed across the box that held the product. It was all wrapped up like a wedding gift. I reached into the valet's pocket and pulled out a burn phone, calling back the last number it had dialed. 
 
 `` Do you have the wedding gift?'' The voice came over the phone, the reception poor as the signal traveled through the concrete structure around me. 
 
 `` No, but I have your daughter, and I'm about the give her the best night of her life... unless anyone is still at your warehouse by the time we're done with our filet mignon, or if any of the smack is missing when we come to pick it up.'' 
 
 `` Fuck you! Fuck you and your bitch father, you fucking shitstain!'' 
 
 I hung up the phone as I strolled toward our table, a maitre d nodding as I passed to let me know our boys were armed and ready outside should anything unexpected happen. She was already enjoying a glass of red wine when I sat across from her, and she smiled as I stole it from her to take a sip. 
 
 `` Did you find your wallet, babe?'' 
 
 `` Do n't you worry,'' I said as I set the glass back down in front of her. `` I've got my money.'' 
 
 
 
 

