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feeling so sick. It was Charlie’s fault. He didn’t give you enough of the vaccine. Here.’
He reached into his inside pocket and took out a flat black leather case. He laid it on the table, unzipped it, and slid out a hypodermic syringe and a small glass bottle. Zakiyyah glanced over at him once or twice, but now she was shaking too much to care what he was doing. Bula stood by, with his arms folded, smiling placidly.
Mister Dessie sat down beside her again and lifted up her left arm. She felt a sharp prick, like a mosquito sting, and then Mister Dessie said, ‘There. You’re grand. You’ll be feeling much better before you know it.’
He turned to Bula and said, ‘You can take this one over to Washington Street. I think Mairead’s ready for her now. Any road, Michael will be wanting to take a sconce at her later.’
Zakiyyah’s shakes were gradually subsiding, though her thigh muscles continued to twitch now and again. She felt a warmth rising up inside her, and a calmness. In fact she felt almost light-headed.
‘I must have my suitcase,’ she said.
Mister Dessie ignored her. He stood up and zipped the hypodermic syringe back in its case and returned it to his inside pocket. Then he said to Bula, ‘As soon as you’ve dropped this one at Mairead’s, I want you to go over to Carroll’s Quay and see what the feck that Lindsey has been up to.’
‘What’s the story there, like?’
‘I don’t know for sure, but there was some kind of a shimozzle with one of her customers last night and he called for the guards. That’s the last thing we need, being haunted by the shades. As if we don’t pay the bastards too much as it is. They’ll all be taking themselves off on holliers in the Canaries before we know it, at our expense, with their blue lights flashing!’
‘I must have my suitcase,’ Zakiyyah repeated. ‘It has all my clothes – everything!’
Mister Dessie turned to her and said, ‘Will you ever shut the feck up? I know you come from Africa, like, but you don’t have to pester me like a fecking parrot.’
‘But I need my clothes! And I am not going to work for you as
bagar
!’
Mister Dessie paused for a moment, looking at Bula as if to say what am I going to do with this girl she’s giving me a pain where I didn’t even know I had a window.
Then he walked across to the bed and clamped his hand around the back of Zakiyyah’s neck, hauling her on to her feet. She yelped out in pain but he gripped her even tighter and shook her head until the beads in her cornrows rattled. Without saying a word, he pulled up her turquoise satin slip and forced his right hand between her legs. She tried to clench her thighs together and bend herself forward, but he wrenched her neck up even further so that she actually felt her tendons crackle.
Breathing furious onion fumes into her face, he hooked two fingers up inside her, and then pressed his thumb against her clitoris, as hard as he could. He kept up the pressure relentlessly for nearly ten seconds, all the time staring at her with those bulging eyes and breathing noisily through his nostrils.
Zakiyyah could do nothing but stare back at him, her mouth wide open in pain. Bula meanwhile wasn’t even taking any notice of her, but prodding on his mobile phone again, as if he was used to seeing Mister Dessie treat girls like this and thought nothing of it.
After a while, Mister Dessie abruptly released her neck and took his fingers out of her. Still without saying anything, he went over to the kitchenette and washed his hands with Fairy Liquid. He came out again, shaking droplets of water all across the room. Zakiyyah could only stand where she was, her head bowed, one hand slowly massaging the back of her neck. He had hurt her between her legs, too, but she didn’t want to touch herself there, not in front of him.
Mister Dessie went to the door. As he opened it, though, he stopped and said, ‘Hey!’
Zakiyyah didn’t respond. She hadn’t
He reached into his inside pocket and took out a flat black leather case. He laid it on the table, unzipped it, and slid out a hypodermic syringe and a small glass bottle. Zakiyyah glanced over at him once or twice, but now she was shaking too much to care what he was doing. Bula stood by, with his arms folded, smiling placidly.
Mister Dessie sat down beside her again and lifted up her left arm. She felt a sharp prick, like a mosquito sting, and then Mister Dessie said, ‘There. You’re grand. You’ll be feeling much better before you know it.’
He turned to Bula and said, ‘You can take this one over to Washington Street. I think Mairead’s ready for her now. Any road, Michael will be wanting to take a sconce at her later.’
Zakiyyah’s shakes were gradually subsiding, though her thigh muscles continued to twitch now and again. She felt a warmth rising up inside her, and a calmness. In fact she felt almost light-headed.
‘I must have my suitcase,’ she said.
Mister Dessie ignored her. He stood up and zipped the hypodermic syringe back in its case and returned it to his inside pocket. Then he said to Bula, ‘As soon as you’ve dropped this one at Mairead’s, I want you to go over to Carroll’s Quay and see what the feck that Lindsey has been up to.’
‘What’s the story there, like?’
‘I don’t know for sure, but there was some kind of a shimozzle with one of her customers last night and he called for the guards. That’s the last thing we need, being haunted by the shades. As if we don’t pay the bastards too much as it is. They’ll all be taking themselves off on holliers in the Canaries before we know it, at our expense, with their blue lights flashing!’
‘I must have my suitcase,’ Zakiyyah repeated. ‘It has all my clothes – everything!’
Mister Dessie turned to her and said, ‘Will you ever shut the feck up? I know you come from Africa, like, but you don’t have to pester me like a fecking parrot.’
‘But I need my clothes! And I am not going to work for you as
bagar
!’
Mister Dessie paused for a moment, looking at Bula as if to say what am I going to do with this girl she’s giving me a pain where I didn’t even know I had a window.
Then he walked across to the bed and clamped his hand around the back of Zakiyyah’s neck, hauling her on to her feet. She yelped out in pain but he gripped her even tighter and shook her head until the beads in her cornrows rattled. Without saying a word, he pulled up her turquoise satin slip and forced his right hand between her legs. She tried to clench her thighs together and bend herself forward, but he wrenched her neck up even further so that she actually felt her tendons crackle.
Breathing furious onion fumes into her face, he hooked two fingers up inside her, and then pressed his thumb against her clitoris, as hard as he could. He kept up the pressure relentlessly for nearly ten seconds, all the time staring at her with those bulging eyes and breathing noisily through his nostrils.
Zakiyyah could do nothing but stare back at him, her mouth wide open in pain. Bula meanwhile wasn’t even taking any notice of her, but prodding on his mobile phone again, as if he was used to seeing Mister Dessie treat girls like this and thought nothing of it.
After a while, Mister Dessie abruptly released her neck and took his fingers out of her. Still without saying anything, he went over to the kitchenette and washed his hands with Fairy Liquid. He came out again, shaking droplets of water all across the room. Zakiyyah could only stand where she was, her head bowed, one hand slowly massaging the back of her neck. He had hurt her between her legs, too, but she didn’t want to touch herself there, not in front of him.
Mister Dessie went to the door. As he opened it, though, he stopped and said, ‘Hey!’
Zakiyyah didn’t respond. She hadn’t
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