Undercover Rose
Chapter 84

Copyright© 2013 by carniegirl

Getting home late was just part of my problems. I needed to think about the new plan, but first I had an engagement with the old plan. I wanted to see the two Joes, so I needed to get back to my cover story. I got home by two on Friday. I managed to get loaded and out the door by five. The two hour drive put me in the small but picturesque Louisiana town by eight. I barely had time to check in, text Billy Joe, and eat half a pizza before they were at my door.

It was a repeat of the weekend before. Bobby had me undress then he pushed me down on the bed and manipulated me into the dogie position. Bobby inserted his hard cock into me from the rear while Billy forced his cock into my mouth.

When Bobby finished cuming in me he left without a word. Billy spent the night. At one time or another during the night he had his cock in both my mouth and my slippery vagina. He was getting more bold that was for sure. Saturday morning I was up at 5 AM. I left Billy sleeping and power walked for an hour total.

When I got back to the room, I found Billy going through my purse. My reflexes kicked in, so I hit him on the bridge of his nose. Since I was standing and he was seated naked on the bed, it was a one strike and down fight. I made the strike with an open but curled fingered hand. That one blow across his nose took all the fight out of him. Since he lay there bleeding onto the sheets, there was no doubt his nose had some real damage.

"You broke my nose," he said.

"Suck it up you bloody wimp," I said with almost a giggle. "It'll make you look less like the wimp you are. Now get your clothes on we have to get the hell out." I reached into the bathroom and threw a damp towel to him. I knew that raiding my purse was his father's idea. There was nothing incriminating in the purse. He was going through the Iris Martin ID when I caught him, so they wanted information for some reason. I wanted the underage kid out of my room fast.

"Hold that towel on your nose and get in the truck," I said. I dressed quickly without my morning shower even. Then I picked up the small purse. I removed everything from the room which was what checking out of the room ordinarily required. That morning I stopped by the office, I left Billy sitting in my truck.

"My friend had an accident. Bumped his nose on the bathroom door. I'm sorry I had to take a towel for his bloody nose. I'm checking out and taking him to the ER just in case it's broke. I need to pay you for the towel. So how much?"

"Twenty dollars," the manage/owner said.

"I could buy four for that," I said putting the bill on the counter. Even though I hadn't shown them any ID, I had given them my Iris Martin name and address. I paid to keep them from coming to look for me.

When I got to the camp ground his family members were all up and moving. I said to Billy. "Get your ass out of my car and you bumped your nose unless you want to admit a girl kicked your ass. Just consider it a learning experience. This time you just ran into a bitch badder than you. Shit like this happens in life." I almost pushed him out of the truck. I looked hard at his mother and father before I drove away.

I almost skipped the show to avoid any further complications, but I decided I would rather have them on me in Louisiana than in Mossberg. To my surprise the whole family avoided me completely. Possibly Billy had sold the door bullshit to his mother and sister at least. His father pretty much knew I had shit on him so he had to go along. As for me, I ate nothing from any of their carts that day.

I drove home from the show wondering what the hell had happened. Why would Bobby Joe want to get information on me? Was Billy was planning to rip me off? Either way there were going to be repercussions I expected. People like those who were part of a gypsy clan were not very forgiving. At least that was their reputation. I spent the day with the short barreled shotguns close at hand.

Nothing happened either Saturday nor or Sunday, so on Monday I started work on the new plan. I couldn't do more than make a few calls until the things I had set in motion started to move freely.

I lined up an accessory distributor. One who would sell to me wholesale the brewing gadgets I could resell with the tea. It meant dealing with a Chinese supplier, but I supposed that I could do that. He was willing to sell me plastic tea infusers. It was actually no more than a reusable stiff plastic tea bag. I could buy them by the hundred count. I could then repackage them with the tea.

I forced myself at noon to go back to drawing. While I drew, my mind went back to the two Joes. Things with them could turn nasty at any moment. If Bobby came to town with his extended family, things could get dicey. I really didn't fear him, but there would be some nasty consequences to killing a couple of his guys. I didn't have access to a catfish farm, since Sam's daughter sold it when she left town. The bodies could easily stack up in the alley behind my house.

I was also expecting Buddy the former legionnaire and Swamp Dog operative. If they came after Buddy, it could easily turn into a war, one which I couldn't hope to control.

I spent the night on the Internet doing research on tea accessories and packaging machinery. I was going to have a huge investment in machinery, if I decided to start work in any volume whatsoever. It just got worse as I looked into it. I got so discouraged I went to an adult chat room to masturbate, then went to bed on one of my two sofa beds. I had them from the start, so I wouldn't have to buy anything to accommodate Buddy.

I fell asleep looking at the stars outside my window. There was no skyline or city lights to interfere with my view of the midnight sky. I liked that, I thought before I went to sleep.

It was 3 AM when the persistent beeping woke me. The beep was the alarm I had installed to warm me when a customer entered the shop downstairs. It beeped in the apartment. Since I knew there were no customers, I reached for the short barreled shotgun.

I had gone to bed afraid that something might happen, but not really expecting it. If I had been expecting it, I would have been in the corner behind the beds. As it was, I was sitting on one of them, when the man came up the open steps. It was dark as sin inside and outside the apartment. I had no doubt that it was Bobby, or one of his kin. Buddy would have known better than to try slipping in on me.

"Whatever you have in your fucking hand drop it and lay down on the floor." As I spoke he attempted to extend his hand holding something. The heavy number four pellets hit him in the chest. He literally flew against the wall, where he covered it with blood. I couldn't see the blood, but I was sure it was there.

I knew he was dead or a least no longer a threat so I checked to see if there was anyone else in the house. Someone ran out of the downstairs and pulled away quickly. I didn't get a look at the car, so I wouldn't be of any help to the cops on that. My first call was to the Swamp Dog, not the Church Camp nor the cops. I told the duty officer to get me a lawyer, who knew how to handle the situation. I knew the Swamp had a lawyer I could trust.

Then I thought, I have way too many fake IDs around.

I collected them and put then in a bag, Then I walked the ten yards to the rear of the diner. I opened the lid and dropped the bag into the Cafe's garbage can. I hurried back to the store where I called 911. I was still in my sleep outfit. It would be hard to sell the story I intended to weave to them if I bothered to dress first.

"This is Iris Martin. I just shot an intruder please help me." I tried to make my voice panicky. I probably could explain the missing time, if it came to that. I doubted that anyone had heard the blast since no one else lived in town.

Shit, I thought. Buddy, my new friend, will probably think I'm some kind of homicidal maniac.

The rural police showed up before anyone else. "So what happened?" the blond young woman in the black fatigues asked. She came to the door with her gun drawn. I was unarmed and still in my sleep outfit which was mostly nothing.

"My open door alarm woke me. I knew someone was in the shop at 3 AM. I got my shotgun and waited to see if they came upstairs. If they had simply robbed the store, I wouldn't have come downstairs to stop them. Someone came up the stairs. I told them to drop whatever was in his hands and lay on the floor. He took a step toward me and raised his hand.

I guess I panicked and shot him. I know I hit him pretty good. I took a minute to compose myself then called you. I called my lawyer as well and left word on her service."

"Where is the intruder?" she asked.

"Up those stairs there is a light switch down here, I didn't turn the lights on up there," I repeated. "I didn't want to see him.

"You stay here while I check on the man you shot," she said. I was a little surprised that the rural police rode one to a car. She had called for backup and the second car was pulling into the parking spaces in front of my shop. I just pointed to the stairs when the second policeman came through the front door.

"He is dead," she said to her partner. I burst into sobs when I heard it. The sobs were real.

"He was carrying this," she said, holding a nasty looking knife. She was holding it gingerly even though she wore rubber gloves.

"My god," I said obviously upset. I actually was pretty upset. I had no idea where this was going to lead. But I was glad that he was headed to the morgue rather than me.

When Buddy showed up my place was a crime scene. "What the fuck is going on?" he asked the cop guarding the door.

"Who are you," the female rural police officer asked.

"Buddy Baker, I'm a friend of the lady who lives here." He knew at that point it was time to shut up. "So where is she?"

"She went to the hospital to be checked I think," the cop said. "Could I see some identification."

Buddy went to his wallet to find a driver's license in his real name. Unlike Rose he had always been either Buddy Baker or Hagar.

"Thank you Mr. Baker. You might call the hospital or the headquarters in Mobile," she suggested even though she knew that Iris, as she knew me, at some point I was going to be held in the Williamston substation.

 
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