Page 4 of Andrei's Solnyshko
“I’ll do anything, I’ll get the money! Just call Julio!”
“We’re past that.”
Summer cries out, “Don’t kill him! Please!
“Why do you care what happens to him?”
“I don’t want anyone to die.”
“I’m not sure what you could offer that would wipe your debt clean. That’s a lot of dough, Carlos. Last I heard, your family stopped bankrolling you in an effort to curb your gambling. With your addiction, you’ll never be able to pay me back. Noone is going to help you.”
He’s sobbing so much that bloody snot is coming out of his broken nose, dripping into his puddle of piss. it’s embarrassing.
“You’re making my office smell, you pig, so I’ll do you a favor and not draw this out.” I point to Summer. “I’ll take her.”
Her eyes widen and her mouth forms an O. She squeaks, “Me?”
I pierce my eyes into hers. “You.”
She’s so thin and fragile like a flower in the wind, but she isn’t weak like Carlos. She straightens her back and returns my glare, making me want to bend her over my desk and fuck her.
“I am not a whore.”
“No, you are not.”
Carlos barks at her at the same time, “You’re my whore, and it’s fucking time you paid me back for all I’ve given you.”
I take my gun out of the back of my pants and point it at him. “Apologize.”
They both gasp.
“I. Said. Apologize.”
He stutters, “I’m sorry.”
“Not to me you fuck! To Summer!”
Surprise of me knowing her name flashes in her eyes but she quickly dismisses it. She tilts her chin towards him and crosses her arms. Damn, she’s hot.
The piss smelling prick has the nerve to spit on her. I’ve had enough of this weasel. If he were anyone else he’d be dead by now. I point my gun and shoot him in the foot.
He cries out in agony, and I point my gun at his other foot. “Apologize.”
In between gasps and cries he says to her, “I’m sorry, okay? You are not a whore.”
She seems satisfied so I set my gun on the desk. “Back to business.”
Niko presses his gun against the center of his forehead. “Okay, okay. You want her. You can have her. Take her. Just don’t’ kill me.”
Summer stands and stomps her foot. “I don’t care if you have a fucking gun, I don’t care who you are. I am not some object to be sold!”
“Please sit down, Summer.”
She rushes towards the door but Foko is too quick for her. He grabs her around the waist and she screams.
“Ease up, Fo. Her ribs.”
She stops with surprise. “What? How do you..?”