Black Rose Revenge

Chapter 11

Unknown POV

John Smith wasn’t about to abort his mission just because Garrison O’Grady had his sights set on Trisha. He probably shouldn’t have called and threatened him but he needed some time to plan his next move. He was posted in the café across the street from Trisha’s place. He hadn’t planned to make his move for a couple more weeks but from the looks of things he would have to make his move tonight. He would need to pick up a few things to ready himself for the long night ahead. Some nice clothes, clean shave, he knew that he didn’t really need to get dressed up but it wasn’t for her it was for himself. He quite literally became someone else when he needed an alias. He knew that it was risky but he thrived on the adrenaline rush of the possibility of getting caught.

He quickly paid for his coffee then exited and entered his crappy rented sedan and drove to a run-down apartment complex that was located in what one would call the ghetto. He blended in well here amongst the tenets of the death trap they call home. He was surrounded by homeless camps, crack addicts, and those that have no legal standing in the United States, everyone kept to themselves and don’t f**k with my comings and goings. He routinely runs into the dealers and gang bangers. They know that I won’t mess with them if they don’t mess with me. In return for their cooperation, I pay them handsomely to keep this location safe for now.

As he made his way to his place he turned a blind eye to a drug deal going down and the “friendly” game of basketball with the local gang. I continued to walk to my place, smiling at the working girls shaking down some broke John. Apparently he didn’t have the money for the services rendered. I just shook my head, I only stayed where I’m at because of the amount of noise from this brothel covers up any noises that might come out of my place. Sometimes it’s better that a stereo. I quickly entered my apartment and set my stuff down in the bathroom. I did a quick check of the perimeter and was satisfied that nothing had been messed with and his things were in the same places that I left them earlier that day. I entered the bathroom once I grabbed an ice-cold bear bottle. I took a big swallow, downing half of my beer before opening the bag on my counter. I pulled out a hair dye box, nitrile gloves, and razors and set them all along the counter edge by the sink.

I took another swig of my beer then put the nitrile gloves on and opened the hair dye. I decided to go darker than my natural dirty blonde hair. I prepped the dye bottle according to the directions then began to dye my hair dark Chestnut brown hair. I had no doubt that I went undetected but I will always be cautious. It takes one mistake for end up with the death penalty. Once I had the dye in my hair I set about cooking something to eat. I decided on Angel Hair pasta with meat flavored spaghetti sauce and homestyle meatballs with freshly grated parmesan cheese and garlic French bread. Before I began to cook I set a timer for one hour for the hair dye to set. By the looks of it I still have half an hour to go before I wash this gunk out of my hair. I poured myself a glass of red wine then dug into my food. I just sat there, eating in a comfortable silence. I refused to overthink my situation and just enjoy the calm before the chaos.

My peace was shattered by the shrill sound of the alarm I set for the hair dye to set. I slowly stood up and took my dishes to the sink and rinsed them out. I then headed towards the bathroom and stripped out of my clothes on the way. I would pick up my s**t after my shower, I said to myself as I turned on the shower. I let the hot water heat up then I stepped into the descripted shower. It was almost pathetic looking but what I cared about was the temperature of the hot water and that my shower is still intact and not rotting through my floor. I let out a moan as the hot water penetrated my sore muscles and taking the rest of my fatigue with it. I stayed leaning up against the shower wall for a little bit longer then finished my shower. I reached for the black bath towel I had hanging near the shower door. I wrapped myself up in the fluffy towel after quickly drying myself off. I walked out of the bathroom and into my room where my clothes are. I threw my towel in a corner of my room and focused on getting dressed. I put on my clothes I just bought and for the finishing touches I put in dark gray contacts in to finish my disguise. I didn’t do much with my hair I went for the natural windswept look. As I stepped back from the mirror I was stunned by the transformation. I did such a good job that I didn’t even recognize myself in the mirror!

I left via a route where there were no streetlamps, no witnesses. I looked around to make sure that no one was around before unlocking my well-polished Chevy convertible Corvette. Based on the information I dug up on Trisha, she was a sucker for the well-dressed, wealthy young men. He was smiling all the way to the club where she often frequented, the Glistening Toad. It was an odd name but what I could dig up was that it was considered a ‘gentleman’s’ club. When I arrived, there was a young man, no more than 15, eagerly awaiting a chance to park such a precious car as the Corvette. I smirked at him knowing full well that getting to drive such an exquisite piece of machinery will be his popularity ace in the hole at school.

“Good evening sir.” The teenagers voice was wavering with anticipation.

“Well, good evening, uh Jarrod, can you park this for me?” I handed the eager kid the keys, but the kid acted like he had just been handed a priceless gem!

“I would be glad to sir! You have nothing to worry about, I will be very careful!” Jarrod slowly walked around the car, caressing it with his fingertips.

“Just don’t scratch it and there will be a cool $200 in it for you.” He left eh kid with a s**t-eating grin on his face and made his way into the club to locate his target. When he entered, his eyes were met with flashes of strobe lights. His nose was accosted with the smell of smoke in the air. It’s no wonder why Trisha likes this place. Making his way to the bar was like wading through a swamp riddle with tree stumps. After finally making it to the bar I ordered a Heineken. As I waited for my drink I scanned the crowd until I found who I was looking for.

“Her you go sir.” The bartender said as he set my beer down. “That will be $5.50.”

I handed him my card, well not MY card but that is beside the point. I nodded toward the crowd in the center of the room. “Hey, do you know what the lady down on the dance floor, the one with the short floral micro-mini and the light blue sequin halter top, like to drink?” I asked as I made sure the bartender knew who I was referring too.

“Oh, you mead the lovely Miss Pardue? She usually gets a red-headed slut, extra dirty. It’s quite a tasty drink, why do you want to know?” The bartender asked, curiously.

I smiled at him. “Can you please make up that drink for me. What my intentions are, none of your business.”

The bartender narrowed his eyes. “It kind of is my business since you are drinking in my bar. I will let you off with a warning, if anything happens to any of my patrons I will hold you accountable.” He then quickly makes the drink for me. “That will be $7.50.”

“Just put it on my tab, I will be ordering more drinks as the night progresses.” I took both my drink and hers and slowly made my way through the sea of gyrating bodies on the floor. The only way my drinks weren’t spilled was to raise then above everybody’s head. When he came close to Trisha, he lowered the drinks so that when she twirled around her elbow collided with him and spilled the mixed drink all down the front of his pants.

“Oh, my goodness! I am terribly sorry ‘bout that, I didn’t see you there.” She clumsily fanned his crotch area where the drink spilled.

I find it quite amusing, she was playing right into my hands. “No, it’s okay, I should have been watching where I was going. You can stop fanning my…um…my pants.” I handed her my beer when she stood up. “Can you do me a favor and hold this for me while I run to the restroom to clean up?” I asked before heading to the bathroom.

I had just turned away when she spoke. “Oh, what was the drink that I spilled on you? I would like to buy you another one.”

I smirked then turned my head. “Red-headed slut, extra dirty. I will be right back.” I turned back around and quickly walked to the restroom. I stayed there long enough to make it seem as though I was cleaning my trousers. I was in fact getting the white powder that I had kept in my pocket. I quickly exited the bathroom and found Trisha standing outside the men’s room, holding his beer and the replacement drink. She smiled coyly at me as she handed me my beer. I let her fingers linger a bit longer making her action bolder. She looked down and bit her bottom lip then looked up at me through her lashes.

I winked at her. “You know, someone would say that you are hitting on me.”

“Well, it’s very possible that I am hitting on you. Does that bother you?” She asked as she lightly grazed my arm.

I smiled at her. “Why would it bother me? It’s not every day that a beautiful woman hits on me.” I flashed her my most dazzling smile that I could. I made sure to keep her eyes on me as I put the drug in her drink.

She blushed then took a sip of her drugged drink without hesitation. I walked her back to a table and for the next couple of hours I pretended to be interested in her with a calm flirtatious smile on my face. Soon I needed to get her out of here before the effects of the drug sets in. “Do you wanna take a walk?”

She looked at me and I could tell that she was starting to feel the effects of the drug now. I neared her and knew that my smell would entice her more as the drug kicked in. I heard her breath hitch and her heart rate sped up. “Let’s get out of here.”

Her eyes were fully dilated by this point. “Yes, please.”