Page 11 of Nikki Sinatra: For Her Lover

Emilio Cabrera walked out of that dentist office, hopped the elevator to the ground floor, and made his way across the parking garage.

Imagine a man like him at the dentist. It seemed like child’s play to him.

But he would have been screaming like a woman had they not numbed that tooth area.

He didn’t like dentists or any other kind of doctor.

They were too arrogant. Too pompous and full of themselves. They were too much like him.

But this dentist, at least, did his job because he didn’t feel a thing after that tooth extraction.

But he was no idiot. He knew the pain would come later, after the dope wore off.

But while the pain was at bay, he wanted to get back to his hideaway.

He knew where Nikki was – which was his main job – although it would have been better had she cooperated.

But not Nikki. She didn’t even want to talk to him.

Her ass was the one that messed up, but she didn’t even want to talk to him ?

Wrecked her own car trying to get away from him.

She had some nerve. But he knew it was going to require more of him than just finding her.

That shit cut deep for all of them. But none more so than him.

But his walk slowed as he approached his car.

His Maserati got mangled in that chase with Nikki, so he ended up ditching it and getting a rental car.

Which meant his wheels weren’t as fast as they could have been.

They rarely rented the kind of cars he preferred to drive. So he knew what his options were.

And although he didn’t see the threat, he could sense one was there, lurking, ready to strike at a moment’s notice. But it wouldn’t be with a gun. Not in that parking garage. It had to be more subtle than that. It had to be a quick strike attack.

That was why, as soon as he opened his car door, he closed it back quickly and hurried across the seat.

He stooped down and got out on the passenger side of the vehicle just as the assassin hired by Juda Gavin opened the driver side door within seconds of Emilio closing it because he knew he had to strike before Emilio started the car and was in position to get away.

But as soon as the assassin opened the door with the tranquilizer bullet he was ordered to use to bring Emilio in rather than kill him outright, he was shocked to find that Emilio wasn’t in the car any longer.

“What the fuck?” the assassin said, confused.

But just as he was about to turn around to see if he missed something, Emilio came up behind him, with the rope he always kept on his person, and flung it around the man’s neck.

The man began choking, but that was the point for Emilio.

He tightened tighter and tighter until the guy was gone.

Then he tossed him away from his car, got into his car, and took off.

And that sorry attempt raised the stakes. He didn’t think, when he first hit town and saw her, that Nikki could possibly know how high the stakes were. But he was wrong. She knew, alright, or she would have never ordered a hit on him.

He was determined to never be wrong like that again.