face.
“Shit, that’s not good,” I mumbled to myself. My grip tightened on the steering wheel, causing my knuckles to turn white. I wanted to punch something. “I’m on my way. I should be there within the hour.”
“Ten-four. Be careful, man.”
I disconnected the call and tossed the phone on the seat hap-hazardously. I raked my hand through my air and blew out a breath of disgust. I wasn’t worried about Tommy. I could take the prick out easily with just a snap of his neck. He was no match for me and if he got in my way, that’s exactly what I’d do. I’d be doing a public service and his loss would only benefit everyone that had the displeasure of dealing with him. Raul was a different matter entirely. He surrounded himself with armed men, and not always ones you could see. They were well trained and hard to spot.
‘I’m comin’, angel. Just hold on.’ I kept saying the words out loud like some crazy man on the street corner, talking to himself. How could I be so naïve for believing this wouldn’t come back to haunt her? Raul was out for blood, and it didn’t matter whose.
I cranked the radio loud, blasting AC/DC as the adrenaline coursed through my veins. I was coaching myself like a trainer would prep his prized fighter for a big match. I pumped myself up, getting into character. It had been a while and I wasn’t fool enough to believe that it would be easy. I turned my neck from side to side and cracked my knuckles, preparing for the fight of my life.
I exited the interstate and put on my blinker. Being here sent chills up my spine; my old stomping grounds where I had been no better than the scum I’d tried to take down. When I turned onto Broadway, the street where Tommy’s is located, everything came rushing back. I felt sick remembering my time here. The blackness looked sinister, the only light coming from the neon signs hanging in the windows, and the dim street lights lining the sidewalk. I pulled into the lot, pulling around the back and parking behind the dumpster. Staying in the shadows was the safest thing.
Grabbing a sweatshirt from my bag, I pulled it over my head and examined the area before stepping out of the safety of my truck. This was Raul’s territory and a little too close for comfort for me. I wasn’t scared for myself. If it was time for me to die then it was just time for me to die. My concern was for Heather and getting her out of this hellhole before shit went down. Once I knew she was safe, and far away from the clutches of his evil, then Raul could do whatever he wanted to me. I didn’t much care anymore.
Quietly shutting my truck door, I put my gun in the waistband of my jeans for easier access. I moved quickly and stealth-like around the dumpster, and along the side of the brick, keeping my body tucked close to avoid the lights overhead. Ducking in the back door, I let it close quietly behind me. The smell of stale cigarettes and beer assaulted me immediately, an immediate reminder that I hadn’t missed this place at all. I could hear chatter and whistles from the low-life dirt bags in the main room, calling out to the on-stage bimbo. I don’t understand how or why these men could be so stupid, thinking they actually had a shot. Most of them were old and balding, and too stupid to realize that none of these girls were looking for someone like them. The strippers’ only interest was the losers’ wallets. Yet night after night, the men come in by the bus loads, hoping to score. I shook my head and chuckled at the absurdity.
I pressed my body against the wall. I wasn’t thrilled about raking up against it, but it was safer this way. The lighting was dim, but I didn’t want to take the chance of someone recognizing me.
“Shit, that’s not good,” I mumbled to myself. My grip tightened on the steering wheel, causing my knuckles to turn white. I wanted to punch something. “I’m on my way. I should be there within the hour.”
“Ten-four. Be careful, man.”
I disconnected the call and tossed the phone on the seat hap-hazardously. I raked my hand through my air and blew out a breath of disgust. I wasn’t worried about Tommy. I could take the prick out easily with just a snap of his neck. He was no match for me and if he got in my way, that’s exactly what I’d do. I’d be doing a public service and his loss would only benefit everyone that had the displeasure of dealing with him. Raul was a different matter entirely. He surrounded himself with armed men, and not always ones you could see. They were well trained and hard to spot.
‘I’m comin’, angel. Just hold on.’ I kept saying the words out loud like some crazy man on the street corner, talking to himself. How could I be so naïve for believing this wouldn’t come back to haunt her? Raul was out for blood, and it didn’t matter whose.
I cranked the radio loud, blasting AC/DC as the adrenaline coursed through my veins. I was coaching myself like a trainer would prep his prized fighter for a big match. I pumped myself up, getting into character. It had been a while and I wasn’t fool enough to believe that it would be easy. I turned my neck from side to side and cracked my knuckles, preparing for the fight of my life.
I exited the interstate and put on my blinker. Being here sent chills up my spine; my old stomping grounds where I had been no better than the scum I’d tried to take down. When I turned onto Broadway, the street where Tommy’s is located, everything came rushing back. I felt sick remembering my time here. The blackness looked sinister, the only light coming from the neon signs hanging in the windows, and the dim street lights lining the sidewalk. I pulled into the lot, pulling around the back and parking behind the dumpster. Staying in the shadows was the safest thing.
Grabbing a sweatshirt from my bag, I pulled it over my head and examined the area before stepping out of the safety of my truck. This was Raul’s territory and a little too close for comfort for me. I wasn’t scared for myself. If it was time for me to die then it was just time for me to die. My concern was for Heather and getting her out of this hellhole before shit went down. Once I knew she was safe, and far away from the clutches of his evil, then Raul could do whatever he wanted to me. I didn’t much care anymore.
Quietly shutting my truck door, I put my gun in the waistband of my jeans for easier access. I moved quickly and stealth-like around the dumpster, and along the side of the brick, keeping my body tucked close to avoid the lights overhead. Ducking in the back door, I let it close quietly behind me. The smell of stale cigarettes and beer assaulted me immediately, an immediate reminder that I hadn’t missed this place at all. I could hear chatter and whistles from the low-life dirt bags in the main room, calling out to the on-stage bimbo. I don’t understand how or why these men could be so stupid, thinking they actually had a shot. Most of them were old and balding, and too stupid to realize that none of these girls were looking for someone like them. The strippers’ only interest was the losers’ wallets. Yet night after night, the men come in by the bus loads, hoping to score. I shook my head and chuckled at the absurdity.
I pressed my body against the wall. I wasn’t thrilled about raking up against it, but it was safer this way. The lighting was dim, but I didn’t want to take the chance of someone recognizing me.
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