The Badass and the Alpha

Chapter Eighteen

                Turning up an alley, I come to a dead end. I looked up at the fence, wondering if I had it in me to climb it and jump over it, but my throbbing ankle told me to stay put.

                 Looking around for an escaping, refusing to acknowledge that turning back was an escape, I saw the door of a club open and figured that people would be too drunk to see me in there. And so I opened the door and along with it, music blasted through it.

                 Taking sure steps, trying not to look suspicious, I tried my way to the front of the club, doing my best to avoid being stepped by the drunk crowd on the dancing floor. But I was an easy target, just like Ares said.

                 “ Hey beautiful! I know that some people would ask you if you are an angel, but I already know the answer, so lets fuck.” He came slurring towards me, but I decided not to avoid him.

                 While he was making his move, the douchebag had his Porsche keys on his finger while holding the glass to show off and obviously, I could not pretend to not notice his bling and my escape. And so I played along.

                 “ And that would be…” I trailed off, slowly leaning on him.

                 He was taken aback, but recovered quickly, making me question his drunkenness, “ That you are no angel and that you are a psycho.” He tried giving me a dashing smirk, but it came out constipated.

                 “ You are so right. So buckle up, handsome cause I’m about to rock your world.” I came over him, trying to make him spill his drink, but he totally avoided.

                 Guess I’ll have to be physical.

                 “ Oh my god… love your ring.” I said pointing to his keys.

                 “ Oh, this…” he let go of his beer, “ It’s just my new car.” He dangled his keys at my eye level.

                 “ Can I see them from up close?” I tried playing dumb, but in that state that I was, playing crazy also sounded like an option.

                 “ Sure, but no salivating over them.” He said it, while trying to touch my nose.

                 “ I wouldn’t dare.” I faked a giggle and then thought about my escape, “ You know… I’m more of the hook-up-in-the-back-of-the-car kind of girl, do you mind paying for these while I go hide and wait for you to find me…” and then I got up on my toes, close to his ear, “ Naked.” I said as sensual as I could.

                 I have to admit, watching him sober up and running around the place to pay for his expenses was probably the funniest thing ever.

                 Now, if I were a douchebag, what color would my car be…

                 And just as expected, once I got out, the brightest red car was parked right in front of the club.

                 “ May I help you miss?” said one of the bodyguards once I was out.

                 “ Oh, don’t mind me. Just finished a client.” I said looking at him hoping that he knew where I was going with it. “ Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have another one waiting for me.” And with that, I made my way to the car and got in.

                 I did not have time to adjust my car seat or anything for that matter, I just got in and drove off to school.  Taking one quick glance in the rearview mirror to see the scene unraveling before my eyes.

                 “ Easy target…” I said chuckling to myself, but soon panicked realizing that a red Porsche is easy to follow.

                 Taking some narrow streets, I pulled the car over and started thinking out loud.

                 “ Okay, so… 911 Porsche. Carrera or Turbo. That is the question. Cause the Carrera does not have a tracking GPS right in the car whereas the Turbo model does.” I think while moving my hands around.

                 “ Okay, keys!” I exclaim and take them out. After a moment of silence in which I study the keys, I say. “ Either way I’m still gonna break them and throw them out the window. But the question still remains. Carrera or Turbo!” I scream at myself in the mirror. “I can’t think! I can’t think!” I start panicking in front of the wheel.

                 I grip it tight and close my eyes to control my breath. The block of air is starting to form again and I know that it’s the beginning of a panic attack.

                 “ Calm down and breath…” I tell myself, “ Just calm down and breath…” I try again between noises of closed throat. “ I would if I could!” I snap at myself in the mirror and then I remember something. “ The dose.”

                 Fishing out the syringe from my pocket I look at it and debate for a while if it’s the right choice, taking in account that I already have a dose in my body and another one could send me into shock.

                 “ God DAMNIT! If I had my phone it would be so much easier!” I scream and take the cap off, sending the needle flying into my thigh. Closing my eyes shot, I inject the solution in my leg and curse at myself.

                 Taking the needle out, I cover it with the cap and put it back in my pocket, while debating on the decisions I’m about to make.

                 “ Okay, so a Carrera has no wings, a Turbo does. A Carrera is more common than a Turbo.” I try again. “ I can hotwire a Carrera, not so sure about a Turbo.”

                 Before deciding to break the keys, I opened the under dash board compartment under the wheel and looked at the wires and blocks of power.  

                 “ Okay Jay… Just like your dad thought you.” I calm my nerves.

                 Lowering myself so I could have a better view of the wires, I take a bunch of them out and stare at them.

                 “ WHY THE HELL DO THEY HAVE TO BE THE SAME COLOR?!” I yell at them as if miraculously my problem would solve. “ Just… Just follow the wires” I whisper annoyed.

                 With my eyes facing the hood of the car and my hands under, I started feeling my way around the wiring until one wire leading to the ignition was found and another to the front of the car.

                 Taking them out, by ripping them right out of their sockets, I cross them. Nothing happened, as expected.

                 Taking the key in my hand, I try to break it open for the resistor to jab it in the ignition switch, but it was useless. I had to crash it open and hope that the chip and the resistor would not break while doing so.

                 I get out of the car and look for a rock to hit the keys with it. After looking around, I found a rock supporting the wheel of a dumpster and at this point, I cared less about a wheeling dumpster about to crash me and more about the fact that if I don’t take out the chip in time, the douchebag could easily find me or if I break it, it could send a signal with my location. The stakes are high, to say the least.

                 With the rock in one hand and the key being held in the other, I take a steady breath and try to draw the trajectory a few times of how the hit should lend for minimal interior damage. When I thought that I had everything mapped out for the hit, I took one last steady breath and I hit the key right in the middle, creating a small split. With the rest of the keys on the chain, I pried it open and grabbed the chip first, to look for damage.

                 Those fuckers can really mess up thief lives….

                 Thankfully, it held no damage and it was still working. Grabbing the resistor, I straightened the metal wires and threw away the keys along with the chip.

                 Sliding back in the car, I did a mental happy dance and then closed the door.

                 Looking to my right side for the ignition switch, I shove one end of the resistor’s wiring into it and wait for the purring motor of the car coming to life. But it did not happen.

                 “ God!” I exhale out in exasperation, while banging my head on the steering wheel, “ This would have been to cool if it worked. Like in movies!” I say disappointed.

                 “ Well, you said it hon, like in movies. And this- this is the real life sweetness.” Said an amused voice from behind me.

                 Jumping out of the car as if struck by lightning, I look for the rock to arm myself with it.

                 “ No need for violence.” Said the voice again from inside the car, “ I’ll get out myself.” And with that, a pair of hands reached the passenger seat and pulled it down for the intruder to open the door and show its figure on the other side of the car.

                 While watching its every move, I realized that his hands were bare, skin showing. The forearms were prominent with muscles and when the figure leaned to open the door, a bulky shoulder dressed in a black T-shirt came into view.

                 He’s a guy for Heaven’s sake. And he is taller and stronger than you.

                 His huge form seamed to struggle with getting out of the dynamic shaped car and once he was out in all of his glory… My muscles got even more rigid then they were in the beginning.

                 “ There… No need to beat yourself up anymore. I’m here, in plain sight and view.” He lifted his hands while one was holding a black leather jacket and the other was stretched out completely. His head, the last one to rise, held his face hidden till the last second. “ So what do you say? Friends?” he tried with a cheshire grin on his face.