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Story: Savage Poet
“Come on. Let’s go.” I grabbed Tati’s hand.
“Not so fast.” The guy stopped us.
“Look. I’m sorry, okay. Just let us go.”
He smiled almost cruelly as I watched his lips twist into a wolfish grin. “Every choice has repercussions. It’s time to face yours.”
“What in the hell is he talking about?” Tati cocked her hip while looking at me. “Is he on oxy? You trippin’?” She turned to face the handsome man. The light from the flames in the fire behind him danced in the dark.
“Nah. But you girls shouldn’t be here. Parties like this can get out of control. The demons that walk in the dark can be unforgiving.”
My eyes snapped to his as I studied his face.
“Holy shit,” I breathed low. I recognized him. Johnny Lamatti, heir to the New York Underworld. We were in big shit if he didn’t lose interest in us.
I yanked Tati to me. “I’m sorry, Mr. Lamatti. It won’t happen again.”
He swung his gaze to my face. I cringed knowing I just made an even bigger mistake.
“You know me?”
“… I grew up in the city.”
He smiled, stalking closer until the tips of his shoes almost touched mine. But I didn’t back down. I met his stare. I’ve faced down a monster worse than him. Although some people might debate who’s worse: Roque or Johnny? Back in New York, word on the street was Johnny chopped a man’s hands off for shorting his payment to the Lamatti outfit by two hundred bucks. He doesn’t fuck around.
I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin.
“Damn, little girl you got no meat on your bones. But my friend has weird taste in women. He might like you.”
“I didn’t come here for dick.”
Johnny’s eyes widened then he threw back his head and laughed. “What did you come here for then?”
I shrugged, “To piss off my old man. I’m a bit rebellious like that.”
“I bet you are. Come on rebel, we have somewhere to be.”
He laid a beefy arm around my shoulders not giving me or Tati a choice as he led us back to the house. I wasn’t afraid of Johnny since his eyes were glassy and it was clear he was drunk. While I was a sober, silent killer. One kick to his balls and an elbow to his windpipe would free us. I just needed to find an opening. I slid my hand down to my pocket, feeling the fob key to the Explorer safe. We needed to get out of here. Fast. I’d find some other way to stalk Roque if I couldn’t find a good spot to hide my spy devices.
Tati tried to hide her fear behind a fake smile as we reach the base of a back set of stairs.
“After you,” Johnny gestured.
Tati and I exchanged looks as we reluctantly climbed the stairs. She reached out and held my hand. I squeezed hers back. I’d slay anyone who tried to hurt the only real friend I’d ever had.
“Turn left.”
I flipped my hair and popped a shoulder, shooting Johnny daggers from my eyes.
He smirked, pushing me forward toward a closed door at the end of the hall, and blocked our exit as he fired off a text. Then he took a key from his pocket handing it to me.
“Open the door.”
I gripped the key hard in my hand, held it like a weapon as I prepared to pivot and strike him hard when the door suddenly swung open from the inside.
Tati dropped my hand.
My eyes were on the same level as a pair of hard pecs outlined by the thinnest shirt. The smell of men’s body wash and warm cotton wafted to my nose. He was divine. All light latte colored skin, laughing brown eyes and hair that’s not short or long but just that perfect in the middle. He was also kind. I just knew it. I knew he wouldn’t let Johnny fuck with us. I’d be impressed if I was interested in romance while Tati’s whole demeanor changed.
“Not so fast.” The guy stopped us.
“Look. I’m sorry, okay. Just let us go.”
He smiled almost cruelly as I watched his lips twist into a wolfish grin. “Every choice has repercussions. It’s time to face yours.”
“What in the hell is he talking about?” Tati cocked her hip while looking at me. “Is he on oxy? You trippin’?” She turned to face the handsome man. The light from the flames in the fire behind him danced in the dark.
“Nah. But you girls shouldn’t be here. Parties like this can get out of control. The demons that walk in the dark can be unforgiving.”
My eyes snapped to his as I studied his face.
“Holy shit,” I breathed low. I recognized him. Johnny Lamatti, heir to the New York Underworld. We were in big shit if he didn’t lose interest in us.
I yanked Tati to me. “I’m sorry, Mr. Lamatti. It won’t happen again.”
He swung his gaze to my face. I cringed knowing I just made an even bigger mistake.
“You know me?”
“… I grew up in the city.”
He smiled, stalking closer until the tips of his shoes almost touched mine. But I didn’t back down. I met his stare. I’ve faced down a monster worse than him. Although some people might debate who’s worse: Roque or Johnny? Back in New York, word on the street was Johnny chopped a man’s hands off for shorting his payment to the Lamatti outfit by two hundred bucks. He doesn’t fuck around.
I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin.
“Damn, little girl you got no meat on your bones. But my friend has weird taste in women. He might like you.”
“I didn’t come here for dick.”
Johnny’s eyes widened then he threw back his head and laughed. “What did you come here for then?”
I shrugged, “To piss off my old man. I’m a bit rebellious like that.”
“I bet you are. Come on rebel, we have somewhere to be.”
He laid a beefy arm around my shoulders not giving me or Tati a choice as he led us back to the house. I wasn’t afraid of Johnny since his eyes were glassy and it was clear he was drunk. While I was a sober, silent killer. One kick to his balls and an elbow to his windpipe would free us. I just needed to find an opening. I slid my hand down to my pocket, feeling the fob key to the Explorer safe. We needed to get out of here. Fast. I’d find some other way to stalk Roque if I couldn’t find a good spot to hide my spy devices.
Tati tried to hide her fear behind a fake smile as we reach the base of a back set of stairs.
“After you,” Johnny gestured.
Tati and I exchanged looks as we reluctantly climbed the stairs. She reached out and held my hand. I squeezed hers back. I’d slay anyone who tried to hurt the only real friend I’d ever had.
“Turn left.”
I flipped my hair and popped a shoulder, shooting Johnny daggers from my eyes.
He smirked, pushing me forward toward a closed door at the end of the hall, and blocked our exit as he fired off a text. Then he took a key from his pocket handing it to me.
“Open the door.”
I gripped the key hard in my hand, held it like a weapon as I prepared to pivot and strike him hard when the door suddenly swung open from the inside.
Tati dropped my hand.
My eyes were on the same level as a pair of hard pecs outlined by the thinnest shirt. The smell of men’s body wash and warm cotton wafted to my nose. He was divine. All light latte colored skin, laughing brown eyes and hair that’s not short or long but just that perfect in the middle. He was also kind. I just knew it. I knew he wouldn’t let Johnny fuck with us. I’d be impressed if I was interested in romance while Tati’s whole demeanor changed.
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