Chapter 2 Hurt
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Slap,”” “slap,” “punch”
“Take it easy sir, you're going to kill him before he talks.” Talon said.
“Maybe I should kill him, he almost killed an innocent person.” I said.
“Slap,slap,slap.”
“Now. Are you ready to talk?” I asked the little weasel tied to the interrogation chair.
“F**k you” he said, “F**k me.” ok let’s do this again then, “punch,” “punch,” “punch.” straight to
the nose, “now are you ready to talk.”
“I’ll never speak.” He said as he spat blood on my shirt.
“Who sent you?” I asked
“Hahaha, you think I’ll ever tell you?” He said
“You will, even if I have to skin you alive to get you to talk I’ll do that. Talon got me my blade.
it’s been a long time since I’ve cut something off someone.” I said to the weasel.
“What, are you, Are you crazy?” The weasel asked.
“Talk, now or the junk of your leg goes to my dogs.” I said.
“A woman,a woman sent me.,” he said.
“I need more than that,”I said. flipping the blade in my hand.
“Look that’s all I know she never gave a name, or a contact, she gave me all the cash up front and showed me your picture.” He said.
“All the cash.”
“Yea all, she said if I tried running with the cash she’ll find me and feed me to her dogs,”he said.
“Anything else you could tell me about her?”
“She has a patch over her left eye, black hair and a creepy smile, kind of like the one you have on your face now.”
As he mentioned my smile, it flickered back to the memory of Vivienne yesterday.
“You think my smile is creepy?” I asked. Cutting of a chunk of his calf where the tattoo of Betty boop is most visible.
“Feed him to the dogs and,I need a photo of that calf all over the city.” I said.
“You're not going to spare me?” He asked, groaning in pain.
“If I spare you, she’ll feed you to her dogs, so I’ll just feed you to mine instead. They seem to love the taste of snitch.” I said.
“Wait, no, wait, please.” He begged, but I didn’t give in. I dropped the blade and exited the room.
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I got into the shower. I washed his blood, leaving no trace of it on my body.
I sat on the floor of the shower “who is she and what does she want, is she working with the delvinos?” I asked myself.
“Sir are you ok in there?” talon asked.
I got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around my waist. I'm tense and angry. I don't like killing this early in the morning, it messes with my mood.
I stood in front of the wall mirror as I fixed my suite and practiced my smile.uhhh. “I’m even sending shivers down my own spine.” I said to myself.
I headed downstairs to the kitchen. And I caught the smell of Mammy's Chocolate browns. They smell like they just came out the oven.
“Morning Mammy.” I said to her,
“Morning my boy.” She said,
“Those smell good.” I said, stretching over to have one.
“Boy don’t touch, these aren’t for you.”she said, slapping me on the hand.
“Then who are they for if not me,” I asked.
“There for Vivienne,she made me smile yesterday, so I’m going to do the same today, she said.
“You're going to the mall, when?”
“Now!”
“Did you call Calvin (manager) and have him clear it out?” I asked.
“No not today boy, today I want to walk amounts the people and feel like a normal human being.”
“Ok then I’ll take you.”
“You don’t have to do that, I’ll let Talon take me,”she said.
“Then we’d both take you”.I said.
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We got to the mall my body still tensed up from this morning.And now mammy's going to walk
the mall without protection.just my day.
*Mrs. Blanche*
“Hello Mrs. Blanche,” the store manager said as she made her way over to us.
“Hello, how are you Kelly?” I asked
“I’m fine, what can I help you with today, Mrs Blanche?” Kelly asked.
“I’m looking for Vivienne. I said.
“Ohh just hold on one moment.” She replied
“Vivienne” she called out across the room, you have a visitor.” Kelly called.
“Hi”. Vivienne said as she made her way over to us.
“Hi, I’m Mrs Blanche.”
“I’m Vivienne Rose, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” she said.
“The pleasure is all mine,these are for you, my dear.”
“Ohh, thank you, may I ask what for?” She asked.
“For putting a smile on my face on a little old lady's face with your sweet words.”
“Ohh, that’s not a problem.”she said.
“You're a pretty little thing, and respectful too.”
She blushed.
“Thank you mam.” She replied.
As I glimpse over to my grandson who is still stuck to my side, a little idea came to my head. It went off like a light bulb. “My grandson needs to settle down, he needs a good woman in his life,a respectful one too. Not those little twits that keep coming around.” I said to myself.
“Ohh Marcel I’m going to take a look over there, you talk to Vivienne will you, talon let’s go.” I said.
*Marcel*
“ I hate it when Mamie throws me under the bus.” I said to myself.
“It’s ok, you don’t have to speak if you wish not to” she said with that playful smile.
Did she sense how awkward I felt right now? I mean she is a pretty little thing. Long honey brown hair ,running to the center of her back, a pair of hazel green eyes, a slender body and that smile that I can’t seem to get out of my head.
“Oh it’s not that, I’m just a little distracted, my
apologize,”
“It’s no problem, are you ok though,” she asked.
“Yes I’m fine, even better as I’m seeing you today,” I replied and she blushed.
“Ok MR. Blanche.”
“Call me Marcel.”
“Or no, I can’t do that.”
“Yes you can.”
“Ok Marcel.”
The way my name rolls off her tongue. hmm.
There's something about her that puts me at ease. I'm not sure if it’s her laugh or her eyes or the way her lips curly up when she has that playful smile on her face. But one thing I do know is that being around her right now is taking all my stress away.
“Marcel, are you alright?” she said. snapping me back to reality.
“Yes I’m fine, are you free after work?”
“I’m not sure what you're implying sir?”she said.
“I’d like to take you out to dinner, if that’s ok with you?”
“I’m not sure sir, I doubt that’ll be appropriate sir.”
“Why not?”
“Because I work for you? ”she said.
“That’s not a good excuse Vivienne.”
“I’m sorry sir, I..don’t think I can.” She said,
“Am I not your type, or do you have a boyfriend?”
“No I don’t have a boyfriend and it’s just.. uh “ she said.
“What is it you could tell me?”
“You're you and I’m me .” She said,
“I don’t see anything wrong with you.”
“I’m not something out of a Victoria secrets magazine, I don’t think I’m your type of woman. And honestly I don’t want to get hurt.” She said,
“How do you know if I’ll hurt you, if you don’t give me a chance?”
“I can’t …I just don’t want to get hurt.” She said,
“Did someone hurt you?” I asked as I felt the bile rise to my throat.
“No.. no one hurt me .. physically.. well physically but.I'm sorry. Where would you like me to meet you?” She asked.
“ you don't have to if you don’t want to.”
“I want to.” She said,
“Ok I’ll have my friend over there , Talon pick you up, just give him your address.
“Ok.” She said,
As we made our way out the mall. I felt all the tension and anger finding it’s way back up my back.
Kelly caught up to us to say her goodbyes,since we left the store immediately after I finished my conversation with vivienne.
She gave me that f**k me look with her eyes, and as the anger and tension was screaming to be let out, why not take it out on a one time p**y.
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I sat on the opposite side of our table in the private room I’d rent out.
My head was buried in my phone until I saw a pair of stunning legs standing in front of me.
Vivienne in a pink strapless pencil dress, her hair in a messy bun and a pair of gold earrings.
She looks simple but mouth watering.
“Hi” I said looking up at those beautiful hazel eyes, that automatically turned pitch black. “You know you're all the same.” She said. She turned on her heels and made her way to the door.
“Vivienne, wait.” she stopped in her tracks
“Listen Mr. Blanche I know you're use to getting what or whoever you want, I’m not an object and definitely not a toy, you can’t ask me out to dinner, then go f**king someone behind the mall, what the f**ks wrong with you?” She asked.
“I’m sorry, ok, I’m just under a lot of stress.”
“You're under a lot of stress, so that should be an excuse for you to play with people's emotions right.” she yelled.
“Who the hell do you think you're yelling at.” I asked, slamming my hands on the table, getting up from my seat.
“I’m yelling at Marcel Blanche, the man who plays with emotions like he plays with people's lives”. She said. And she seemed to be hitting a nerve.
“Watch your mouth Vivienne.”
“Or you'll kill me too, I’m not afraid of you.” she said before I placed my hands around her throat .
She didn’t move or cough ,she just looked me dead in the eyes as I choked her.
Not a single tear, as she continued looking at me.
I released her neck and stepped away.
“I’m sorry…”
But before I could finish speak she placed a stinging slap across my left cheek, “if you ever put your hands on me again, I’ll find away to cut it off, you have a good day Mr. Blanche.” she said before exiting the room.
She left me totally flabbergasted.I was lost trying to figure out what the hell just happened. And then it hit me, I got angry because I f**ked up and instead of taking it out on myself I took it out on her.
She said she didn’t want to get hurt, but I still ended up hurting her. “ Good job you idiot.” My inner voice said.
Talon came in a short while after “what was all that commotion about sir?” he asked “let’s go talon.” I said, not replying to his questions.
“At least tell me where we are going sir?”Talin asked.
“We’re going to Vivienne house.”
“I don’t think you should go, not now anyway,not if she’s angry.” He said.
“I don’t care, get in the car and let’s go.”
I sent him her address. Yea I have her address. Do you really think I’ll ask a woman out without knowing anything about her.
Talon drove at “120.” while I sat in the back seat of the car and replayed every single second of what just happened in my mind.
She didn’t cry, or beg she just looked at me, she dusted her dress and didn’t even gasp for air. I
felt my cheek where she planted her slap.she’s fare-less and I’m beginning to like her.
Normally I’ll go for the helpless types, you know the ones with low self esteem Or I’d just go for the gold diggers who are normally looking for a one night stand to buy themselves a Versace handbag.
But it looks like I’m beginning to like the ones who have a backbone.
Looks like life finally sent me those lemons.
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