It had been a while, but other than a few extra wrinkles, I looked the same. I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt up over my head so that my eyes were barely showing. I walked a little further, stopping when a couple came towards me. I faced the wall, pretending to be on the phone. It made me sick as I listened to their kissing noises and the incessant moans coming from the woman. Her pleasure was obviously fake, but if he didn’t care then who was I to judge? They were headed to one of the private rooms and the thought made me cringe.
Once it was clear, I continued on until I reached the action. I didn’t sit in case I had to make any sudden moves. I took inventory of the closest exits, mentally counting how many people were in the room. Next I surveyed those lurking in the shadows like me. If Raul was here so were his men. I didn’t see anyone suspicious, just a couple of johns trying to convince random women why they were a good choice.
I had yet to see Heather which only caused me to become increasingly worried that she may not be here. Either that or something had already gone down and I was too late. I looked at my watch, noticing the time. It wasn’t Raul’s usual style to be prowling this early in the evening, but who knew what to expect from him. Normally he waited until much later, when only the seediest of people come out of the gutters and back alleys. He was as unpredictable as a jack-in-the-box.
I pulled a cigarette from my pack and lit it. Taking a long drag, I blew the smoke from my lungs, watching as it created a foggy-like haze in the dim pulsating lights. My eyes roamed, watching those partaking in various activities that should be reserved for the bedroom. A woman mentally undressed me from across the room, but I didn’t give her the time of day. I wasn’t here for pleasure; I was here to take care of business. I didn’t have time to play her games, or anyone else’s for that matter. I just wanted to find Heather and get the hell out of here.
That’s when it happened. I saw her. She had a frightened look on her face and two things happened simultaneously. One, my heart felt like it stopped beating just at the sight of her. God, she was beautiful, just like I remembered. Her long dark hair fell in curls and hung just past the tops of her breasts. Her legs were a mile long, especially in the ridiculously short skirt she was wearing. She was thinner and even though I preferred a little more meat on my women, she still had an amazing figure. I was practically salivating as I watched her. Second, rage overtook my reverie because someone had obviously upset her. I didn’t care who it was, there was no reason for my angel to be walking around with such a sad look on her face. Just as I was about to blow up and lose my shit, I watched as she cuddled up to the bartender. I’ll admit it hurt, but then I noticed their body language. It was something I had been trained to do; to read people. It had come in handy quite a few times, especially when trying to gauge if someone was about to pull a weapon on me. I could tell they were both faking. Heather had no interest in this guy whatsoever and I knew it was all for show, I just didn’t know for who.
He called something out to her and she gave him a thumbs-up while continuing to walk ahead. Heather stopped at a table and the man leaned forward, just enough that I could see his face. Dammit! It was Raul, that sick son of a bitch. Panic washed over me as I thought about her practically being alone with him. Just as I was about to push away from the wall and grab her, she made a beeline for the bar, trying to escape him quickly. My heart was beating out of my chest, and my nostrils flared with my rapid and angry breaths. Raul .
“Hey, handsome. Lookin’ for some action?” The whiney voice caught
Once it was clear, I continued on until I reached the action. I didn’t sit in case I had to make any sudden moves. I took inventory of the closest exits, mentally counting how many people were in the room. Next I surveyed those lurking in the shadows like me. If Raul was here so were his men. I didn’t see anyone suspicious, just a couple of johns trying to convince random women why they were a good choice.
I had yet to see Heather which only caused me to become increasingly worried that she may not be here. Either that or something had already gone down and I was too late. I looked at my watch, noticing the time. It wasn’t Raul’s usual style to be prowling this early in the evening, but who knew what to expect from him. Normally he waited until much later, when only the seediest of people come out of the gutters and back alleys. He was as unpredictable as a jack-in-the-box.
I pulled a cigarette from my pack and lit it. Taking a long drag, I blew the smoke from my lungs, watching as it created a foggy-like haze in the dim pulsating lights. My eyes roamed, watching those partaking in various activities that should be reserved for the bedroom. A woman mentally undressed me from across the room, but I didn’t give her the time of day. I wasn’t here for pleasure; I was here to take care of business. I didn’t have time to play her games, or anyone else’s for that matter. I just wanted to find Heather and get the hell out of here.
That’s when it happened. I saw her. She had a frightened look on her face and two things happened simultaneously. One, my heart felt like it stopped beating just at the sight of her. God, she was beautiful, just like I remembered. Her long dark hair fell in curls and hung just past the tops of her breasts. Her legs were a mile long, especially in the ridiculously short skirt she was wearing. She was thinner and even though I preferred a little more meat on my women, she still had an amazing figure. I was practically salivating as I watched her. Second, rage overtook my reverie because someone had obviously upset her. I didn’t care who it was, there was no reason for my angel to be walking around with such a sad look on her face. Just as I was about to blow up and lose my shit, I watched as she cuddled up to the bartender. I’ll admit it hurt, but then I noticed their body language. It was something I had been trained to do; to read people. It had come in handy quite a few times, especially when trying to gauge if someone was about to pull a weapon on me. I could tell they were both faking. Heather had no interest in this guy whatsoever and I knew it was all for show, I just didn’t know for who.
He called something out to her and she gave him a thumbs-up while continuing to walk ahead. Heather stopped at a table and the man leaned forward, just enough that I could see his face. Dammit! It was Raul, that sick son of a bitch. Panic washed over me as I thought about her practically being alone with him. Just as I was about to push away from the wall and grab her, she made a beeline for the bar, trying to escape him quickly. My heart was beating out of my chest, and my nostrils flared with my rapid and angry breaths. Raul .
“Hey, handsome. Lookin’ for some action?” The whiney voice caught
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