Chapter 4: Break-in

"So let me get this straight…" Mac threw his palms outwards for added emphasis. "…you want, me, to break into this chumps house and steal a tape?"

Dee rolled her blue eyes. "Yes! What about this plan aren't you getting?"

Mac and Dee sat in a beat-up dodge with Mac in the passenger's seat and Dee at the wheel. They were parked out on a sketchy street corner in downtown, past typically safe Philly evening hours.

"The part where you're out of your goddamn mind Dee - I'm not breaking into your bang-buddy's place just so he can beat the shit out of me!"

"First of all, he's not my bang-buddy, he was my date. From last night-"

"So it's a sex tape, I assume." Mac's startling clarity broke Dee's thoughts. She slid a look over at him. "No. Who told you? I mean – no!"

I knew it!" Mac snapped, clapping a fist to his palm with emphasis. "You go banging some dude, making a sex tape, and you need someone else to get you out of it. Why can't you get Dennis, or Charlie, or Frank to deal with this shit-"

"Because you're the one I got a hold over, you're the one stealing out the register. And now I'm calling in a bribe okay? You get that sex tape- I mean tape- out of Joey's apartment and I won't tell the gang that you're a thief, and a liar!" Dee hissed out the threat in a breathless stream.

Leaning over him, she pushed open the car door. "Now go!" she shoved him. Mac frowned, glaring at her. "Ok! Ok! No need to get physical! I'm going! I'm going!"

Mac grunted, scrambled out of the car and into the winter Philly air. His mouth created cloud trails. He turned back at Dee, tucking his hands under his forearms. "How big is the guy anyway?"

"Not big." She lied, shrugging. "Okay, he's huge – he's got muscles. I met him at the gym, so if you get caught, you'll be pulverized like a piece of meat. Just… don't get caught! I'm shutting the car door now because it's really cold – oh and remember, it's your balls on a platter." Mac's scowl was met with a slam.