‘Goddammit, they beat me to him!’
She was heading to his office, cross as a bear, to scold his dumb ass, but as she entered the underground parking lot, speeding towards his office section, she spotted him behind his car with two gorillas all over him, kicking his ass. Unlike the kid with the smiley mask, these ones meant business!
She passed by them calmly, her glassy eyes recording the scene: there were two of them, in black jackets with hoods and regular surgical masks. They shoved him in between cars and were throwing punches and knees at will, and by the looks of it, they were not to stop until bones were broken. There was a lesson to be taught!
At the end of the lane, her small white car made a U-turn and stopped. She frowned her eyebrows and squinted her eyes. ‘Outsmart the predator. Become the predator’s predator,’ surfaced the echo from the back of her mind. With robotic moves, she grabbed her gun, pulled up the safety, then lowered the window on the right side. The engine roared under the impulse of the foot, speeding up before making an abrupt stop in front of the scene. Two rapid gun fires and both the attackers were down; their hauling echoing in the huge empty space, made it sound like hell had crushed on Earth. These rubber bullets may not kill, but they sure hurt like hell, especially when placed in vital points. They probably thought they were dead for a couple of seconds. Her aim was surgically on point: one shot to the left temple for the scumbag who was punching Dante in the guts while holding him by the collar against the car; and the second, straight to the chest, for the other thug, who had just turned around, startled.
“Get in!” she yelled at Dante opening the door.
He pulled himself out, limping, and managed to jump in, before they could get up.
“You got something to say to me, Mr. ‘Let’s Share Everything together!” her voice burst, holding a menacing tone, while the foot was boosting the acceleration.
“Mm, thank you for saving my butt...again,” he replied innocently, examining his jaw.
“Don’t mess with me, counselor! I’m dead serious right now!”
“I meant it,” he murmured, suddenly frightened.
“You still have no idea who’s after you, ha!”
“Nop, I have no idea,” squeezing his lips together.
Her menacing glance turned and pierced his eyes:
“Think harder!” came the thunder order.
“Hey. Watch the road. There’s a wall right in front!
“Then you better start talking!” sadistically, without taking her eyes off him.
The wall was getting closer by the second and she still wouldn’t flinch.
“Are you crazy? Slow down! Jesus!”
He confronted her look with terror only to get more terrified by that flat expression on her face - she wasn’t even blinking. One meter to the wall, he broke:
“ALL RIGHT! I KNEW!”, screaming his heart out, squeezing the chair, prepared to die.
The wall was avoided by the millimeter.
“F#king sh!t, are you out of your mind?”
“You’re the one who’s out of his mind! You knew from the very beginning, who it was! And you had no intention of telling me anything?! Since when did you start receiving threats, ha? It was long before the gasoline episode, wasn’t it?”
“It wasn’t anything serious. I mean, you said it yourself, they were just trying to scare me.”
“This is a m@#$f#cking gangster. He doesn’t joke around! What are you doing interfering in his business?
“His men are pressuring those innocent people to sell their houses. Defenseless people. They’re gonna lose their homes!”
“Better than losing their lives! They should take the money and jet!”
“I didn’t wanna get you involved in this, but at least I thought you, of all people, would understand, considering...”
“This is not about some sick bastard who can’t keep his d!ck in his pants! This is a major crook, who built his fortune on drugs and prostitution. He’s the sickest bastard out there, and he has an entire army of ratholes to cover for him. They kill for money and drop the bodies in sewers for rats to eat! And nobody, and I mean nobody, can even touch him!”
“Even more reason to fight him.”
“YOU CAN’T FIGHT THESE BASTARDS WITH THE F#@KING LAW!!!”
The frequency of that hysteric yell was so high that it almost cracked the windows. The frenetic vocal explosion scared her as well, ‘cause she turned silent, while Dante was staring at her dumbfounded.
They both remained in silence for the rest of the way to his place. She helped him walk in and cleaned his wounds, quietly. His face wasn’t that bad, just an ugly cut on his lower lip and some bruises. The rest of the body was aching, but it was recoverable. He got lucky! Again.
“Look, you can’t win this one, Dante!” she concluded in a low voice. “So, drop it, before you get yourself killed! Before you get those innocent people killed!”
She applied the last band-aid and got up, picking up her jacket. “Now get some rest!”
“Wait, what about our date?!”
“You need to recover first!”
“I feel just fine!”
She smirked, turned back to him, caught his lower lip, and squeezed it between her fingers, with an eyebrow arched.”
“AAAAhhh”
“You need at least two days to recover!” and took off, with satisfaction in her walk, as she had proved her point.
“Pick me up from work at seven, the day after tomorrow,” she ordered on her way out.
“Yes, Ma’am!”
End of Scene 1
Author’s Thank You Note
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