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I soon found myself turning around slowly once again, only this time knowing the threat was real. Then I started to act panicked, showing him the fear he expected and making the big guy smile because of it.
“I have to say I am fucking impressed. Never seen a chick with balls as big as yours, shame this wasn’t an interview, or I would have had you on my crew in a heartbeat...of course, it helps that you’re hot as fuck!” he said looking me up and down with that hungry look.
“Uh, thanks I guess...I don’t suppose this is your way of asking me on a date is it?” I chuckled in a nervous way, making him grin.
“Well, if I didn’t fear my dick from being ripped off, then I would be tempted to go a round with you in my bed instead of pulling the trigger...damn shame,” he said with a shake of his head, adding,
“No hard feelings, yeah? This is just business, Doll.”
“Please, don’t do this...just hear me out before you...well, you know, shoot me in the head,” I said as I raised my hands slowly making him think that I was doing so to get him not to shoot me. I also moved ever so slightly to one side as I did this before I made my move. One that quickly made him realise that my fear wasn’t real.
This was because the moment I got my hands up to the level of the gun, I quickly crossed them over at the same time stepping sideways so if he managed to pull the trigger, my head was no longer in the line of fire. Then in a flash of movement, I had the back of my wrist against his own and I grabbed the barrel of the gun with my other hand so I could flip it, which ended with it now pointed at his head instead of my own. After this I stepped back with it in my hand, doing as he should have done by putting distance between us.
“Oh yeah, thanks for loading this one for me, I am hopeless with guns,” I said with a wink, making him start to look pale.
“Jesus lady, just who the fuck are you?!” he said as I nodded for him to back up.
“Just call me a woman scorned who’s having one bad fucking day,” I told him making him frown before telling me,
“Well, I know I didn’t fuck you, as trust me sweetheart, I would most definitely remember a sweet, crazy ass piece like you.”
“Aww, you say the sweetest things, sugar,” I replied blowing a kiss his way making him smirk back at me.
“I do you wrong in some way?” he asked crossing his arms over his chest making his muscles bulge in the black shirt he wore open over a dark grey T-shirt underneath.
“Nope, in fact, I’d never heard of you until this day.” At this he raised a disbelieving brow.
“So why you here fucking up my guys?” At this I laughed once in a disbelieving way and told him,
“Hey, you started it, buddy, by setting your dogs on me, what’s a bitch to do?” This made him scoff with a nod of his head before he asked,
“Then what do you want?”
“Like I said, what I want is to make a deal,” I told him making him frown in suspicion.
“Then, Bitch, you really are crazy, how’d I know you ain’t no cop?” Now this did make me laugh,
“Are you serious, you really think I would drive in here like a crazy person in a half million-dollar car dressed as a damn flight attendant, if I was an undercover cop...Seriously, you’re that paranoid?” I asked letting my tone do half my point making for me.
“Then what are you doing with that fucking car? ‘Cause I doubt being a waitress in the sky is that good for tips...unless you offer a little summat, summat extra...”
“Eeew, no...jeez, can you just go back to calling me a bitch as I will take that over a mile-high whore any day of the week, thanks,” I said after making a face that said it all, pushing my glasses up my nose in disgust.
“Oh sure, why fuck a guy for money when you can just beat his ass and take it...right?” he argued, back to crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at his guys on the floor still groaning in pain...the ones that hadn’t already passed out of course.
“Huh, excuse me, but do you see me stealing their wallets and besides, don’t you think it’s about time you get them to a hospital or something.”
“Oh, now she’s concerned... I dunno, you gonna shoot me when my back’s turned?” he said first talking to the room as though we had an audience.
“Now why would I do that when I am just starting to like you.?” I replied sweetly.
“Cute,” he said with a smirk before nodding to the last guy in the room not broken and nodding to the guys that obviously needed help. Then he pulled out his phone and started snapping out some orders, using words like, ‘Call the Vet’ and ‘Clean-up crew’. After this he turned back to me and said,
“You never answered my question, Dollface.” So, I told him,
“Let’s just say that I didn’t feel like being with my boyfriend anymore and decided he didn’t need it.”
“And now?” he asked with what I now noticed was with a scarred brow raised.
“Now I just wanna get the hell out of Dodge and in doing so, am about to offer you the deal of a lifetime,” I said making him once again look sceptical, in that bad ass menacing way of his before saying dryly,
“Yeah, like what, damaging more of my guys when they show up?”
“Not unless PMS kicks in before they get here,” I replied with a wink.
“Funny,” he said with a sarcastic grunt.
“Look, this is the deal, you get a car worth half a mill for any car you got in this place that has a pink slip so I can sell it legit... capeesh?” I said lowering the gun in hopes of finally gaining his trust.
“Are you shitting me right now, did you just say capeesh?”
“Too much?” I asked with a wince.
“What do you think?” he asked in a knowing tone, so I looked off to one side and muttered,
“Damn, it felt like the right time too.” His grin said it all and he ended up muttering his own,
“Damn girl, but your crazy is making me hard.”
“Okay, so ignoring the obvious imprint of your cock against your jeans... Mazel tov by the way,” I said nodding to the impressive length and making him smirk as he fought another big grin.
“Ask yourself, would a sane person have just pulled the shit that I did unless they were desperate.”
“Your point being?” he asked, clearly enjoying this conversation, as now he couldn’t stop from grinning at me.
“My point is that lucky for you my sanity isn’t up for sale, my car however is and for one night only you get the chance to cash in on that desperation, because I know what she is worth and so do you,” I told him making him mutter,
“Jesus, you are fucking insane...hot, but fucking insane.”
“Tonight, then you can bet your ass I am, but I am also gonna bet that those bleeding guys of yours aren’t looking too bad right now and a quick trip to the ER is all it will take for them to be right as rain and you, my friend, will be sitting pretty, all because some crazy chick drove in here after having the worst fucking day of her life and decided a nice vacation from life looked good right about now, starting with a car that can’t be traced...so whatcha say...we got a deal?” I said holding my free hand out ready for him to shake and after giving me a probing look for a few seconds, he asked,
“You gonna give me back my gun?”
“I don’t know, you gonna play nice with it or do I have to take it off you again, only this time accidentally on purpose snapping something important when I get it back?” I said, making my point and in turn making him grin huge this time.
“Mmm, fuck I knew I would like you,” was his strange and obviously aroused reply.
“Feeling’s mutual...of course, that will change the second you try and shoot me again.” He gave me a toothy grin this time and nodded,
“I think we have an understanding, Doll.” I gave him a head nod in return and handed him back the gun, hoping that my act of good faith would gain me respect instead of a bullet. But then I picked up the knife I had dropped close by, wiping the blood on the leg of the guy whose balls weren’t gonna be working great for a while and told Big B with a grin,
“I’m keeping this though.” He laughed and said,
“Sugar, I am thinking you could do more damage with that than I ever could with this, but I respect the trade,” he said tucking his gun in the waistband of his belted jeans after first lifting up his t-shirt showing the hint of rippled abs. Doing it like the badass gangster and motioning with a nod of his head for me to follow him. I looked behind me as the men on the floor, that I had put there, started to come around. This was of course helped by Big B, after he had kicked a few out of the way, making them groan after he had grumbled,
“Useless fuckers.” Then he held a hand out to me like a gentleman to help me over the pool of blood that came from the tyre iron man. Who, I should probably mention, was looking paler by the minute and was by far the worse off.
“Alright, ya sexy bitch, what is it you need?” he asked after leading me into the other part of the garage.
“Now that, Big B, you can call me,” I told him before walking closer to the line of sweet rides and I felt his gaze on me as I did so.
“Fast and Furious fan, eh?” I asked referring to the mean glossy black 1970 Dodge Charger RT, that I recognised as being driven by Vin Diesel in the movie. Although this one was minus the shiny chrome supercharger raised from the hood. He winked at me and said,
“But of course.”
“It’s nice, but for me its Eleanor every time,” I said walking over towards the utterly gorgeous 1967 Mustang Fastback Gt500.
“These are all the legit cars we have, and you can pick anyone but that one.” I raised a brow at him and said,
“Gone in 60 seconds? A little cliché for you, don’t you think?” He shrugged his shoulders and replied,
“If the shoe fits.”
I smirked to myself as I turned back to the line of muscle cars and saw my choices were a 1969 Chevy Camero SS in candy apple red, an Orange and Black 1969 Barracuda and a beautiful 1960 GTO Pontiac in midnight blue. But for me right now there was only one that seemed to fit, so I told him with my mind firmly set,
“Alright, in that case then I will take the Dodge.”
“Fuck, I knew you were gonna say that! You sure, Dollface? I’ve got a sexy 1967 Chevy Impala Sport out back?” he asked showing the mask of a true wheeler dealer.
“I’ll pass,” I said giving him a knowing look after already running my fingers along the hood of the sleek and sexy looking Dodge.
“Not a Supernatural fan, huh?” I smirked back at him over my shoulder and replied cryptically,
“Oh, Big B, if only you knew.”
A short time later I was handing him the keys to my dad’s Ferrari, knowing that it would cost him a car, but hoping all the same that one day he would get it back. Because you didn’t dissect a car like this. No, this one would be in a container within the hour, I could bet my life on it.
I felt bad that I had stolen it from dad and hated that I was given no choice, but I was on a mission and one day when this was all over...he would understand that. After all, lives were at stake, my mum’s included. And despite the ruins of our relationship, her life and even Lucius’ still meant something to me. Even if I had absolutely no intention of being a part of them again.
“So, what’s the plan here, Sugar, you going on the run or what?” Big B asked when there was nothing left but for me to say goodbye.
“What gave it away?” I asked as I pulled my case from the passenger’s side and carried it over to the Dodge that he’d had one of his guys (not a broken one, but recently arrived) drive out of the shop for me. He gave me a wry look in return and said,
“Wow, that guy must have really done a number on you.” His comment made me wince as the raw and recent memory assaulted me, one I had been purposely trying to hold back until I could afford the time allocated for such a mental breakdown. Which was why what I said next, I did so in a stone-cold way,
“Yeah, well I caught him kissing my mother so...what do you think?” His eyes got wide and hissed through his teeth before saying,
“Fuck, yeah, that would do it.”
I put the bag in the trunk and took off my bloodstained jacket, throwing it in there before pulling my shirt out of the tight waistband of my skirt. I swear, I nearly moaned aloud just thinking about the shower I would have the second I found a motel for the night.
“Look, I know that after what you did to my guys...well, I should tell you to...”
“Fuck off and go to Hell?” I finished for him with a knowing grin, one that died the second he said,
“Yeah, but seeing as I reckon you’re halfway there already with the shit you got going on, I gotta ask, do you even know where you’re headed?” I released a heavy sigh and slammed the trunk shut before telling him,
“Probably best you don’t know.” He accepted this knowledge with a head nod, knowing it was meant in case someone came looking for me, which I had a feeling would happen.
“Well, if you’re serious about disappearing then I know a guy,” he said making me frown in confusion before he pulled out his phone and rang someone,
“Jimmy, it’s Big B, yeah I got a job for you. I’m sending you this chick who needs a new ID...yeah man, the works, put it on my tab...yeah, fuck she’s hot but I wouldn’t try touching her, this bitch will break your fucking arm and bite your dick off at the same time!” I raised a brow at the same time putting my hands on my hips and making him chuckle with my sass. Then he hung up the phone and told me an address of where to find Jimmy.
“Why did you do that?” I asked in shock.
“Because you got balls and in my line of work, I respect anyone with the balls to do what you did and survive it...besides, I’ve been to that same Hell myself when I caught my bitch fucking my brother, so we got shit in common.” I winced at the pain that would cause him also, not really thinking it a good idea to point out that he might not have been cheated on had he not referred to his woman as ‘my bitch’. But then the bad guy was being nice to me, so I didn’t think it wise to push my luck.
“That sucks and sorry she did that to you.”
“Nah, it’s all good, I got myself a good woman now, can’t cook for shit but she’s a dynamite in bed, so...”
“...You just order takeout.” He burst out laughing and said,
“I knew I liked you.”
“And dare I ask what happened to the brother and the ex bitch?” He grinned in a dangerous way and told me,
“She’s still a bitch breathing if that’s what you mean.”
“And the asshole brother?” I enquired although I had no clue why or if I really wanted to know.
“And the brother’s breathing but not walking so straight after I broke both his kneecaps.” I looked back at the broken guys that were left and who were now either shaking it off or being put in a car and driven to what I assumed was a ‘Vet’, who took human jobs on the side. Then I lifted my hands up and said,
“Hey, I am clearly not one to judge here.” He grunted a laugh and said,
“Shit, no you ain’t.” I winked and opened the door to my new car before sliding in behind the wheel. Then I wound down the window and nodded to the Ferrari and said,
“Nice doing business with you, Big B.”
“Painful doing business with you too...hey, but you got a name, Dollface?” I put the key in the ignition and started her up. Then I revved the black beast until she roared and said,
“Big B, you can call me...”
“Little Dodge.”