Page 16 of Retribution
“Sure, where are you?”
“Micky’s.”
“I’ll be there in ten,” he said.
In those ten minutes, Luca called three times. I ignored the calls and switched the phone off on the fourth. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with him right now. In fact, I was more determined to focus a hundred percent on finding Carlos at el. I had to find another way to ease my pain and sorrows. Luca had served his purpose in making me feel relaxed, but that had to end now. I wasn’t the kind of woman to steal another woman’s man. Nor was I the kind to become a side piece. I couldn’t give him all the blame, I was the one who made the first move the other night.
I shrugged. We weren’t dating or exclusive, so it didn’t matter. I would just count the experience down to what it really was … a fuck – or two. I was so deep in thought that I didn’t see the two men approach me in the parking lot of Micky’s.
It was around eleven and only a few cars were parked in the lot. The vintage jukebox which Micky had from the sixties blasted some oldies. The night was cool with a new moon and a few zillion stars scattered across the sky.
“Hey darling, need some company?”
Oh boy, what do we have here? I was comfortably perched on my motor when two apparently mid-twenties black youth thought it would be a good idea to approach. I sighed and looked at them both. One was holding his crotch as though his dick was dropping down.
“Sure,” I replied. “Only you two? Why don’t you get your other friends to join. I doubt you two can handle all this.” I swept my hand along my body.
One of them said, “Let’s go, man. She crazy.”
“Nah, she’s asking for something,” the other replied.
I eased off my seat of my motorbike and straightened while I reached back and traced my baton with my fingers. Since acquiring the device, I never left home without it, and it’s usually attached to the bike. My taser was in its usual place in its pouch on my belt.
“Why don’t you boys come and take what you want. I’m all horny and shit,” I hummed, running my hand over my breasts. “Don’t you like big tit girls?”
Coming closer, he eyed me from head to toe. “Sure do, sweet cheeks. How about we get a drink and get acquainted?”
“Ninja, let’s go,” his friend urged. “She isn’t that into you.”
“Look at her, she wants it man.”
He was referring to my short ass riding denim shorts, knee high stiletto boots, tank top under my denim jacket. What he didn’t see was my magnum inside a holster attached to my belt at my back. The jacket which aligned with the hem of the shorts, covered my weapon.
“Listen to your friend and run home to your momma, little boy. Your pacifier is waiting.”
He advanced. “Aren’t you a little bitch.”
“You smell your momma nearby, boy?” I sniffed. “I do smell a bitch close by.”
“You talking ‘bout my momma?”
I laughed. “You’re pretty sensitive about your momma, you fucking her or what?”
He reached into his pants waist and brought out a Beretta 9m and pointed it at my face. I closed the space between us and grabbed the barrel, bringing it close to my face while reaching back with my other hand for my magnum.
“Do it. I dare you, piss-head!”
I brought around my handgun shoved it hard into his crotch. His eyes widened and his mouth opened wide.
“Are you ready for what’s waiting?" I asked. “You’re choice.”
The hand with the beretta pulled back and both hands went into the air. “Look, I don’t want no trouble.”
A smile played on my lips as I pulled back my weapon, but at the same time reaching over and pulled my baton. “Well, too late, buddy.”
I whipped my arm around while extending the baton, smacking him square on the cheek. His squeal echoed through the parking lot. His friend backed away and hit a living wall. Sandy had arrived. The boy looked scared and tried to bolt.
“I didn’t do nothin’. Please let me go.”