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pulled the two sides of the curtain together and turned her full attention to me. In two long steps, she strode across the room and straddled me while slowly wrapping both arms around me and pulling my face into her breasts. Then she bent her head down and whispered in my ear. “What in the fuck are you doing here? You’re a dead man!”
I might normally have jerked back with surprise but decided against it. I could feel something that felt suspiciously like the point of a knife blade buried in the hollow of my throat. Tasha was certainly proving to be full of surprises. I started to say, “What are you talking…?” when she cut me off and continued her tirade.
“Don’t react-they’re watching us on camera,” she said keeping the knife in position while continuing to grind in time to the music, and generally putting on a masterful performance.
Two can play that game. I plastered a lovesick smile on my face, groped her in a couple of inappropriate places and and felt a warm ooze of blood for my impertinence as she leaned into the blade just a little.
“And is a knife generally your idea of foreplay? I’m sure there must be a reason why you’ve got a blade sticking in my throat”
“Mercedes was a good friend of mine,” she said. “She was with you two nights ago. The guys in the club say you killed her and threw her in a dumpster.”
“I really should tell you, I have no friggin’ idea what you’re talking about. Sounds like probably the same night your friend disappeared, somebody beat the living hell out of me. Next thing I know, I’m waking up in the hospital with some Russian guy on top of me trying to kill me; I don’t know who I am or why the hell any of this is happening,” I said as my voice started to tighten with the stress of this insanity.
“ That actually makes sense in some weird sort of way-I’ll explain later,” Tasha said as she paused for a moment. After a moments thought, she leaned back and I heard a click as she folded the switchblade. “You have to get out of here. That blonde surfer dude look won’t fool anyone who knows you and takes a second look. I can’t believe no one’s recognized you yet.”
“I’m open to suggestions, just what do you have in mind?” I asked, somehow realizing that even if I wasn’t sure if I could trust her, I really didn’t have many options at this point.
“I’ll get my car and meet you in the front,” she said. “Miguel is on the back door and carries a pistol stuck under his shirt in the back-there’s no way you can get out there. I’ll get up like I’m going to the bathroom. Give me two minutes and I’ll pull up to the front door. Whatever you do, get outside quick-these guys have been tearing the town apart for three days trying to find you.” With that, she slipped out through the curtain while I nonchalantly checked the time on my watch and subtly tried to stem the trickle of blood still running down my chest.
It was the longest two minutes of my life. At any moment, I was expecting several guys to come bursting into the room. It would have ended badly-didn’t matter if I busted up the first couple of guys through the door, sheer numbers would have carried the day for them.
One minute-thirty…casually rising from the couch. One minute-forty- sliding open the curtain and beginning to move smoothly and quickly through the crowd like a leopard cruising through the jungle. One minute-fifty- the front door in sight, a noise behind me like another door being violently shoved open. Standing between me and the door-the same gorilla I saw at the Delano the night before. He inclined his head as if listening to an earpiece and when he straightened, our eyes met. Recognition bloomed instantly across his ugly face-I hit him running full tilt with my head in his chest. He exploded out the door, knocking the two doormen out of the way.
Car tires squealing from the side. I glance to the right figuring speed and distance. Tasha slid
I might normally have jerked back with surprise but decided against it. I could feel something that felt suspiciously like the point of a knife blade buried in the hollow of my throat. Tasha was certainly proving to be full of surprises. I started to say, “What are you talking…?” when she cut me off and continued her tirade.
“Don’t react-they’re watching us on camera,” she said keeping the knife in position while continuing to grind in time to the music, and generally putting on a masterful performance.
Two can play that game. I plastered a lovesick smile on my face, groped her in a couple of inappropriate places and and felt a warm ooze of blood for my impertinence as she leaned into the blade just a little.
“And is a knife generally your idea of foreplay? I’m sure there must be a reason why you’ve got a blade sticking in my throat”
“Mercedes was a good friend of mine,” she said. “She was with you two nights ago. The guys in the club say you killed her and threw her in a dumpster.”
“I really should tell you, I have no friggin’ idea what you’re talking about. Sounds like probably the same night your friend disappeared, somebody beat the living hell out of me. Next thing I know, I’m waking up in the hospital with some Russian guy on top of me trying to kill me; I don’t know who I am or why the hell any of this is happening,” I said as my voice started to tighten with the stress of this insanity.
“ That actually makes sense in some weird sort of way-I’ll explain later,” Tasha said as she paused for a moment. After a moments thought, she leaned back and I heard a click as she folded the switchblade. “You have to get out of here. That blonde surfer dude look won’t fool anyone who knows you and takes a second look. I can’t believe no one’s recognized you yet.”
“I’m open to suggestions, just what do you have in mind?” I asked, somehow realizing that even if I wasn’t sure if I could trust her, I really didn’t have many options at this point.
“I’ll get my car and meet you in the front,” she said. “Miguel is on the back door and carries a pistol stuck under his shirt in the back-there’s no way you can get out there. I’ll get up like I’m going to the bathroom. Give me two minutes and I’ll pull up to the front door. Whatever you do, get outside quick-these guys have been tearing the town apart for three days trying to find you.” With that, she slipped out through the curtain while I nonchalantly checked the time on my watch and subtly tried to stem the trickle of blood still running down my chest.
It was the longest two minutes of my life. At any moment, I was expecting several guys to come bursting into the room. It would have ended badly-didn’t matter if I busted up the first couple of guys through the door, sheer numbers would have carried the day for them.
One minute-thirty…casually rising from the couch. One minute-forty- sliding open the curtain and beginning to move smoothly and quickly through the crowd like a leopard cruising through the jungle. One minute-fifty- the front door in sight, a noise behind me like another door being violently shoved open. Standing between me and the door-the same gorilla I saw at the Delano the night before. He inclined his head as if listening to an earpiece and when he straightened, our eyes met. Recognition bloomed instantly across his ugly face-I hit him running full tilt with my head in his chest. He exploded out the door, knocking the two doormen out of the way.
Car tires squealing from the side. I glance to the right figuring speed and distance. Tasha slid
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