Chapter 10 jack
Even if I was a mafia Lord, I was still a human with blood running through my veins. The image wasn’t blurry anymore, with each step the image take, the clearer it seems.
The image was just my imagination, nothing more. I woke up the next day to see my wrists being bandaged. That I’m alive is a grace and great testimony. Brandon must have treats me when I bleed close to five hours yesterday.
A hot bath already awaits me immediately I wake up from my state. Now, after a shower, I know well cooked pepper sauce catfish will be steamy on the plate at the dinning. I will eat every of my wife wish before she was kidnapped and killed gruesomely.
I stopped at the remembrance of a silly girl that was sent by Damien to me two years ago.
Throwback,
Aug 30th 1995
Jack Royce
I came out from bad planning on how I’d drink myself to stupor. It has been long I go to a bar since I know Damien spy or enemies might be there waiting for me.
I looked to the other side of me staring at Bona Fides, whose innocent eyes seems adoringly. Heaving down a sigh, I bent to have my shoelace tied while I held on to bona fide.
I stand straight on my back staring at the electric bulb, I debate on whether to leave it on or off. I opt for the last options. I stride out of the room, locking my door after me.
“Hey bona! Stay here while I go to the bar.” A slight chuck escaped my mouth as I leave my best friend at the door. It was past ten and everywhere was dark. “Damien sent a spy after me?” Scoffing at the thought of that, I spat out. He keeps sending while I have them killed, but seems like he isn’t going to give up.
If he isn’t going to stop sending spy, then I did like to play alongside his stupidity. If there’s any place I did like to attract the spy, it did be a bar.
Upon reaching the bar entrance, the hefty bouncer paved way for me without searching my body. I paused, listening to my voices, “are you sure you want to do this?” I give a small chuck as I reached for the handle of the door and jerked it open. All eyes on me and I just shrugged and ignored, walking to the bartender.
“A glass of whiskey.” I said, sitting my ass on the long stood while I steal a glance around.
“Buddy up? There’s a new girl out there pleading that she needed a job badly.” “I don’t need a girl!” The bartender voice cut the later speaker off as he rolled his eyes at him.
“The girl is a strip dancer, and you are going to need her to boom this club.”
I twirled the glass in my hand, swinging my head to the tune of the background music. At the same time listening to their conversation.
“Another shot,” I demanded, stretching the glass’s in my hand towards him.
“Is not over to you. You should let me discuss this with boss. She said she had an important message from a don or something.” My eyes flared up at the ignorance of the fool beside me. If I had been his boss, it would have been a bullet down to his head.
“Bring her in and shss.. never discuss business openly. How many times would I warn you?” The bartender reprimand while I pretend to be engrossed in my drink. Placing my head on the bar table while I flick opened my eyes staring at the slut.
“Location?” The bartender demanded. “Mexico.” Her sweet voice replied.
“Stay here while I have him informed.” The vibration emanating from the bartender’s phone makes me to gloat.
“Hello, good evening boss. Yes, she is here. Okay.” He replied.
“You may start work now.” They don’t even possessed a lot of protocol. They are easy to preyed on. If probably she comes from Mexico, then she might be the bait to lure me out.
I jerked my head up, making a shrill noise such that their attention was attracted to my side. swung my face to her side, so she could have a proper look. Her facial expressions sold her out as she gives a surprising gaze at me with her mouth parted.
“I will actually need someone to take me home, but I’ve got no penny.”
“Pretty girl like a diamond.” I pondered over these words, but decided to let them stay in my brain.
If she is going to lure me, then she’d have to struggle for that. Why would I even think she is a spy? I don’t know, but I’m certain my guts doesn’t lie.
“Hi,” Waving her hands towards me, while I smirked and gulped down the remaining substance in the Amber glass within my palm.
I walked out of the bar after paying for my drinks. Dragging my heavy foot along with my butt, pretending to be drunk while I keep staggering.
“This folk is drunk.” The voices of those jeering at me. I ignored increasing my walking pace.
“Hey wait!” Halted on my steps, not turning my face to her. When I felt she was almost near, I keep on walking faster. “Please wait!” Her voice uttered, compelling my body against my wish.
“Please just look at me in this instance.” Not giving a damn, but she ran to my front displaying her sexy body while her white pair of teeth giggled at me.
I stand still staring at her as she tugged off the jacket hanging over her shoulder blade, revealing her hot firm breasts which were shinning under the full moon light. I blinked my eyes and dodged to the other side of me.
I ran away when they pursued after me, I lured them to the alley hiding in the dark. One of them ran past me and I clenched my jaw, hitting him hard on his head while he blacked out.
I was left facing the other man in black hoodie, I threw a pen at his face while he brings up his jaw to block it. I charged towards him grabbing his raised jaw and stepped behind him, switching my grip to his arm, pressing it with a lot of pressure. I shoved him to the wall.
He kicked me at my groin while I shifted back, at the swirling of my neck to him, he threw a sharp knife at me while I slightly dodged. Touching my cheeks, I felt the stinging pain and my eyes flared up.
I waited for him to come get me as I pretend to be weak. He quickly threw a blow at me, I grabbed it and dragged him to the wall pulling out the blade, I turned his body twirling the blade between my fingers as I bring it closer to his neck with much pressure.
“You were sent by Damien,” I uttered with so much vengeance in my throat. “Yes, please.” He pleaded while I let go of my grip, dropping the blade as I walked off.
The sounds of a knife clutching into someone makes my knee goes numb.
“Damn!” I whirled around to see the motherfucker running off. The man who I had just spared was sprawling in his pool of blood and I just blinked my eyes, turning around when I felt someone grabbed my dick. I raised my face up to meet an alluring eye which were shinning bright under the moonlight. Recognizing the bitch immediately, I slapped her hand off.
“You have a giant dick down there…” Licking her lower lip, she uttered. “Mind if I give you some blow job?” I just stared at her revealing boob, brushing her shoulder as I walked past her. Her soft hands grabbed my hands while I jerked my hands from her grip.
“I’ve got some itchy pussy, can you please help me scratch it with your dick?” I stopped at my pace staring at my watch, it 1 am already. I better to be at home to have some proper sleep ahead tomorrow task but damn her collagen keep hitting hard on me and I wouldn’t deny that.
“You would never listen to me, why? If I may ask.” “Because you are a cheap whore! Stalking around an empty-headed man who wouldn’t need you around him.” I’d want to reply her with this, but I planned not to indulge myself in any conversation with her.
“Are you mute or dumb? What should I do to make you just stare at me for some minutes? Do you want me to strip or ?”
I whirled at her, turning my neck, “I just need you to go your way or else…” I stopped at the next words that would have come out of my mouth.
“Or else what?” She questioned, rolling her eyes at me up and down. I know she is drooling on me. I just walked out on her, not giving her any response again.
As I walk through the street, I could hear the sounds emanating from her footsteps. It was cold and dark out here. Isn’t she afraid? ? The night is for terror. Why is she out here following me up and down ?
“Alright old man, I will just take this route and go my way. Hoping to path with you another day.” Her tiny voice uttered while a small chuckle escalated from my lips.
I stopped, turning back to see her walking away. She has a very good backside. I continued to walked from where I had stopped. My subconscious was telling me to walk after her. “But what’s my business anyway?” I tried to convince my subconscious but he or she wasn’t listening. I had no choice than to change my direction and went after her. The screaming I heard at the extreme was alarming. My heart was hardened, but my body was urging me to go check on her. What could that be for?