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“Where is she?!” I snarled out the question dangerously, now focusing all my attention on who was known to the underground world of organized crime as Big B.
“I don’t know what the fuck you mean, one of my guys jacked that Ferrari from some chick yesterday,” he said obviously lying, as I granted him a knowing look before I told him,
“Now, I might have been inclined to believe you, however you’ve got two problems with that.”
“Oh yeah, and what are those, dickhead?!” he shouted back down at me.
“One is that my girl would never allow someone to steal from her and secondly...” I paused to motion to his broken men now bleeding on the floor and said,
“...this looks like her handy work.” And as if on cue one of them groaned in pain making Bryant sneer down at them before shaking his head as if they were all fucking useless.
“Now, unless you give me what I want, then you will join them and trust me when I tell you, asshole, you really don’t want to see me painting your fucking floor crimson, as I promise you...you wouldn’t like my idea of art,” I told him before I disappeared from his view and calmly made my way to the staircase beneath where he was stood.
“You a fucking cop?!” he shouted, and I laughed once and told him,
“Do I look like any fucking cop to you?”
“You look fucking insane and someone who needs a taste of lead in their brain!” he said training the gun on me as I slowly walked up the metal staircase that led to what I assumed was his office. But from the look of the slight tremor in his hand, by now he knew that having his gun was pointless. Naturally the sight of his fear made me grin before warning him,
“Oh Bryant, I am not insane...No, I am so much more than merely insane, something you will get a taste of should you decide not to tell me what I want to know...and fucking soon.”
“Fuck, tell me that she didn’t learn her fighting skills from you?” he shouted, finally admitting that he had seen her, which I knew was only the start.
“No, for if she had, then she would have slaughtered the lot of you.”
“Look, I did the girl a solid, gave her the fucking car she wanted and that was it. It was business, you want the Ferrari for my life, then fucking take it!” he said quickly, thinking that I was there for metal over flesh.
“Oh, I am taking it, but I didn’t come here for a fucking car...now, tell me where she is!” I roared this time after first snatching the gun, then throwing it so hard that it embedded in the wall. After that I grabbed the front of his jacket and yanked him hard into my fist held at his gut, so he doubled over with the pain.
“Fu...ck...I...fuck, I don’t...don’t fucking know, alright!” he said once he managed to get his breath back. I folded my arms and watched him as he struggled back to his feet, using the railings to aid him.
“Besides, if she is half as smart as I assume she is and seeing as it only took you a day to track her ass down, then you already know she would never tell me where she was headed.” I growled in frustration, knowing the asshole was right! Amelia was too smart to slip up like that. But then, just as I took another step towards him, I saw something there. It was in his eyes.
He knew something.
So, I grabbed his collar and yanked him the rest of the way until I was in his face. Then I snarled at him, as I was done with wasting time! My demon growled angrily, and I couldn’t fight it when my fangs started to grow and my eyes morphed into crimson death,
“Fuck! Jesus fucking Christ, what the fuck are you!” he stammered in fear, making me get drunk from the delicious scent of it.
“You’re not telling me everything,” I warned dangerously before snapping my fangs at him and I had to give it to him, this one managed to keep his bladder in check.
“Alright, fuck, okay she is not worth my life. I helped her out...more than I fucking should have...clearly,” he said, obviously knowing now the full depth of shit he was in.
“Helped her how?” I asked after letting him go and he straightened his jacket before telling me,
“I put her in contact with one of my guys, got her a new ID.” I growled deeper at this and snarled in his face, making him tense and jump back as if ready for me to slash his throat.
“I should fucking kill you for the trouble you have caused me!” I threatened before turning my back on him with a frustrated growl, needing to take a breath to calm the rage of my demon and preventing him from coming through fully before going on a murderous rampage, starting with these pathetic shit stains on society!
“Then why aren’t you?”
“You think I should?” I challenged back on a snarl over my shoulder, making him raise his hands and say,
“I ain’t complaining.”
I released a sound of frustration, pushed the rest of my demonic self down and told him the truth,
“You may have added to the challenge set against me in finding her, but the fact remains that you helped her when you didn’t have to...that means something to me.”
“Enough for you not to kill me?” he asked clearly needing confirmation of the facts.
“Precisely...besides, once I have her back, then to know that I had killed you would no doubt cause its own headache for she clearly liked you,” I told him before I walked towards the staircase fully intent on getting the information I needed and getting back on the road.
“Yeah, how do you know that?” he asked following me. I waited until I had reached the bottom before answering.
“Because you don’t have a scratch on you,” I told him making him grunt a laugh before admitting,
“She was one hard bitc...lady of yours,” he replied catching himself in time before he received death for a different reason, as disrespecting my girl was a sure way to end his day...permanently.
“That she is,” I agreed with a smirk towards the whimpering men of his that were only now trying to pick themselves back up off the floor.
“Yeah, well she didn’t exactly have nice things to say about you, or the reasons she was running.” I tensed and felt my fists clench trying to remember the reasons I was leaving him in one piece. He had balls, I would give him that.
“A mistake I will shortly rectify, after I am given that name of course,” I told him making him hiss,
“Fuck it, this is one relationship the Devil himself wouldn’t want to get in between!” he said getting out his phone and making me smirk for he had no idea just how close to the mark he was with that one.
“Yeah Jimmy, it’s me, that chick I sent you, well I need the new name you gave her,” he nodded a few times and then a grin spread over his face before he responded,
“Good work, kid.” Then he hung up and told me what new name she had picked,
“She only gave me a nickname, never gave me her real one but I am gonna take a guess here and say your girl’s first name is Amelia?” I frowned in question before snapping,
“And just how the fuck do you know that?!”
“Because I think she is trying to send you a message,” he commented with a brazen smirk.
“Yeah, and what is that?”
“I may not be a history buff, but even I know this chick is lost.” I growled and ground out a warning,
“I have the patience of the Devil if you want to see it!”
“Lia Earhart, she changed her name to Lia Earhart,” he told me and had I been told this under any other circumstances surrounding the reason I was here, then I would have laughed. But it was like Bryant had said, she was clearly trying to send a message. She now wanted me to think of her as a ghost. Well, little did she know that she was about to become resurrected, because a name was all I needed...that and the car she was now driving.
“What was the trade?” I asked nodding to the line of stolen goods on wheels.
“Dom’s Dodge.” I raised a brow in confusion...how the fuck did this guy know her father?
“Come again?”
“Not a Fast and Furious fan, eh? Well, your girl certainly seemed to be, of course she wanted Eleanor first but there was no way I was parting with her.”
“Fucking get to the part where this is fucking important to me!” I snapped as he walked towards the other side of the garage, pulled a cover from the Ferrari and said,
“Dom is the main character in the movie that the black 1970 Dodge Charger RT belonged to, it made her smile when she picked it, so I gathered it meant something to her.” I gave him a nod and answered with my usual dry,
“Indeed,” as this was starting to sound like my fucking catchphrase these days! But she certainly had a sense of humour or a fancy for irony as Bryant went on to explain in the movie it was his dad’s car. And seeing as she’d just stolen her father’s car who was named Dom, well her choice was starting to make sense. Especially after I asked,
“I am curious, what did she tell you her nickname was?” He grinned at this and replied,
“Little Dodge.”
“But of course,” I muttered with a shake of my head.
“It’s gotta be said, she definitely has a sense of humour, even told me her plan was to get the Hell out of Dodge and now she’s in one.” I ignored the next level of irony she obviously was making a statement with and instead found out all the details surrounding the car, like the all-important license plate. After this I plucked the images of my demonic self from his mind, as was law and then I demanded the keys to Dom’s car.
“Aww, fuck man, come on, you gotta give me something,” he complained as I got inside the half a million-dollar sportscar after first telling him,
“I have given you something.” Then I started her up making her roar angrily as if desperate to get back to its owner and added,
“You fuck over people for a living, Bryant... so consider this the redemption of others, with the added bonus you get to keep your life...” Then I pulled down the door, watched the roller doors go up after doing so with my mind and muttered to myself this time,
“...not all of us can claim the same.”