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Story: Requiem
CHAPTER 4
ROQUE
THE PAST
“She’s going to get herself killed.”
“And that would be all your fault. You better not let that happen or I’ll dismember you myself.”
I shake my head at the angry girl held tight in LeBlanc’s arms. “You’ve got a feisty one.”
“She’s just like her friend.”
“No offense, but no one can compare.”
Tati rolls her eyes. “You’ve got it so bad for her.”
I smile tight. “Maybe.”
“I can’t believe you let Johnny fuck your wife.”
I shrug at Le Blanc. “He practically begged me to. I hate the woman. In fact, if I end up a widower tomorrow it’d suit me just fine.”
I stride over to the limp girl in my friend’s arms. “Don’t eff with me Tati. I need you to think extremely hard where my girl might have gone.”
“I have no clue. I swear.”
I nod to Le Blanc. “Make sure she’s telling the truth.”
He grins. “Don’t worry. I will.” Then he steps back and grabs Tati’s forearms. “On your knees.”
“No, please.”
“You forget to call me Master,” he replies with a wink, bending over to swat her butt.
“That S & M shit doesn’t work on me.” Her eyebrow lifts.
“No. But my tongue does…”
She shrieks as he hauls her over his shoulder, and I leave with the bitter test of my own failed romance in my mouth. I had that. What they have and I want it back. I want it all back right mother fucking now. “Where did you go baby girl?” I hop in my car and drive to the house she left behind. Anger radiates off me in waves. Her ghost is everywhere. The smell of her lingers in the air. I’ve come here a dozen times looking for clues but never found a thing.
My footsteps echo across the lonely hall. On a whim I open the door to the dryer. My heart freezes. Inside are her jeans, one of my T-shirts and the last pair of pink panties I remember sliding down her thighs.
My fist goes straight through the drywall. Shards of plaster and blood from my knuckles fall to my feet.
I had it all and let it slip right through my fingers leaving me feeling like the lyrics to a forlorn eighties love song.
I call Johnny. “Anything?”
“Not a damn thing.”
“I need to find her before they do.”
“Your bride is pissed AF. She just placed a contract out for 500k on your girl. I’ve told my men to stand down. If anyone takes the hit, the Lamatti’s would take their life and their loved one sin return.”
I hang my head. “I owe you.”
“Don’t worry I have a running tally of all the shit you’re gonna owe me.”
ROQUE
THE PAST
“She’s going to get herself killed.”
“And that would be all your fault. You better not let that happen or I’ll dismember you myself.”
I shake my head at the angry girl held tight in LeBlanc’s arms. “You’ve got a feisty one.”
“She’s just like her friend.”
“No offense, but no one can compare.”
Tati rolls her eyes. “You’ve got it so bad for her.”
I smile tight. “Maybe.”
“I can’t believe you let Johnny fuck your wife.”
I shrug at Le Blanc. “He practically begged me to. I hate the woman. In fact, if I end up a widower tomorrow it’d suit me just fine.”
I stride over to the limp girl in my friend’s arms. “Don’t eff with me Tati. I need you to think extremely hard where my girl might have gone.”
“I have no clue. I swear.”
I nod to Le Blanc. “Make sure she’s telling the truth.”
He grins. “Don’t worry. I will.” Then he steps back and grabs Tati’s forearms. “On your knees.”
“No, please.”
“You forget to call me Master,” he replies with a wink, bending over to swat her butt.
“That S & M shit doesn’t work on me.” Her eyebrow lifts.
“No. But my tongue does…”
She shrieks as he hauls her over his shoulder, and I leave with the bitter test of my own failed romance in my mouth. I had that. What they have and I want it back. I want it all back right mother fucking now. “Where did you go baby girl?” I hop in my car and drive to the house she left behind. Anger radiates off me in waves. Her ghost is everywhere. The smell of her lingers in the air. I’ve come here a dozen times looking for clues but never found a thing.
My footsteps echo across the lonely hall. On a whim I open the door to the dryer. My heart freezes. Inside are her jeans, one of my T-shirts and the last pair of pink panties I remember sliding down her thighs.
My fist goes straight through the drywall. Shards of plaster and blood from my knuckles fall to my feet.
I had it all and let it slip right through my fingers leaving me feeling like the lyrics to a forlorn eighties love song.
I call Johnny. “Anything?”
“Not a damn thing.”
“I need to find her before they do.”
“Your bride is pissed AF. She just placed a contract out for 500k on your girl. I’ve told my men to stand down. If anyone takes the hit, the Lamatti’s would take their life and their loved one sin return.”
I hang my head. “I owe you.”
“Don’t worry I have a running tally of all the shit you’re gonna owe me.”