My Life Underground ~ 13 ~ Lucky
Ainslee puts "The Plan" into action. Short Chapter. Story is nearing its end. Please comment thoughts! thanks, and enjoy!
PART THIRTEEN:
The guy leads me into a hallway, he opens the third door on the right and quickly shoves me in. I whirl back around in surprise and the heavy door slams shut in my face. I inhale sharply. I exhale slowly and turn around. Greg and Luther are sitting in huge armchairs, the TV is on the news. Greg is holding an ice pack to his head.
"Pretty minor injuries," I say, cockily, pointing to my nose.
He stands up, furious, and starts towards me with a strange wild grin on his face. The same one that made me nauseous in the car what seems like only moments ago. Greg reaches out a hand in front of Luther. He gently pushes him down and Luther regains what is left of his composure and sits. Greg raises his drink in my direction.
"Want one?"
I consider for a moment and then quietly nod. After all, I just might end up a dead woman. A drink might not hurt. He pours me a glass of scotch, no ice, no mix, just straight. I upend the glass. My throat is warm, my body is warm. I am not shaking anymore. He looks at me in surprise like I just ate a thousand dollar bill. I wouldn't be surprised if the scotch I just drank was close to that though. Feeling brave I begin to gather my words.
"Why didn't you have me shot when I walked in the door?" I ask him.
"Well, for one, my flooring is fucking expensive and you would leave a huge mess. And for two, I plan on sending a message with you. I'm going to fucking leave you where everyone of my rivals can see you. With your death, no one will even bother trying to fuck with me." he says this calmly, like he was explaining to a child why the sky is blue.
"What rivals Greg? What do you plan on doing to me?"
"That's for you to find out." he says, smiling.
I replay my instructions in my head. I go over them again and again. I hold out my glass to Greg. He fills it.
"Thanks" I say, quiet, calm, collected.
"A final courtesy to a dead girl." he says back, equal in demeanor.
I upend this drink too. I let it warm me. Make me brave.
"Why are you so calm anyway?" he asks, suspicion that was there all along, leaking through his voice.
"Cuz I am about to have the best day of my fuckin life." I say back.
I stand and rest the glass on the counter top to his right. I turn sharply toward him and slug him in the face with a quick left. I luck out and hit him right in the nose. I grab the glass and chuck it at Luther who is now reaching for his gun. It hits him square in the jaw and drops him backwards into the recliner. I can hear his men responding to the commotion, and just luckily enough there is a en suite bathroom in here, I run into it and lock the door. I push everything I can in front of it and lay down in the bathtub. I speak into the mike taped under my shirt.
"NOW!" I whisper as loud as I can, "Come and get me now!! And for fuck-sakes hurry up!"
Within 20 seconds, the bathroom door is being slammed against. There is shuffling and yelling on the other side of the door and a shot goes off. I lie still. I can't move, can't breathe. Nothing. There is yelling and slamming and crashing and violence 5 feet away from me and all that is keeping it out is a wooden door. Nothing else.
I hear an even louder crash and yells of policemen, I hear shots fired, the slamming at the door stops. I inhale sharply and pass out.
The guy leads me into a hallway, he opens the third door on the right and quickly shoves me in. I whirl back around in surprise and the heavy door slams shut in my face. I inhale sharply. I exhale slowly and turn around. Greg and Luther are sitting in huge armchairs, the TV is on the news. Greg is holding an ice pack to his head.
"Pretty minor injuries," I say, cockily, pointing to my nose.
He stands up, furious, and starts towards me with a strange wild grin on his face. The same one that made me nauseous in the car what seems like only moments ago. Greg reaches out a hand in front of Luther. He gently pushes him down and Luther regains what is left of his composure and sits. Greg raises his drink in my direction.
"Want one?"
I consider for a moment and then quietly nod. After all, I just might end up a dead woman. A drink might not hurt. He pours me a glass of scotch, no ice, no mix, just straight. I upend the glass. My throat is warm, my body is warm. I am not shaking anymore. He looks at me in surprise like I just ate a thousand dollar bill. I wouldn't be surprised if the scotch I just drank was close to that though. Feeling brave I begin to gather my words.
"Why didn't you have me shot when I walked in the door?" I ask him.
"Well, for one, my flooring is fucking expensive and you would leave a huge mess. And for two, I plan on sending a message with you. I'm going to fucking leave you where everyone of my rivals can see you. With your death, no one will even bother trying to fuck with me." he says this calmly, like he was explaining to a child why the sky is blue.
"What rivals Greg? What do you plan on doing to me?"
"That's for you to find out." he says, smiling.
I replay my instructions in my head. I go over them again and again. I hold out my glass to Greg. He fills it.
"Thanks" I say, quiet, calm, collected.
"A final courtesy to a dead girl." he says back, equal in demeanor.
I upend this drink too. I let it warm me. Make me brave.
"Why are you so calm anyway?" he asks, suspicion that was there all along, leaking through his voice.
"Cuz I am about to have the best day of my fuckin life." I say back.
I stand and rest the glass on the counter top to his right. I turn sharply toward him and slug him in the face with a quick left. I luck out and hit him right in the nose. I grab the glass and chuck it at Luther who is now reaching for his gun. It hits him square in the jaw and drops him backwards into the recliner. I can hear his men responding to the commotion, and just luckily enough there is a en suite bathroom in here, I run into it and lock the door. I push everything I can in front of it and lay down in the bathtub. I speak into the mike taped under my shirt.
"NOW!" I whisper as loud as I can, "Come and get me now!! And for fuck-sakes hurry up!"
Within 20 seconds, the bathroom door is being slammed against. There is shuffling and yelling on the other side of the door and a shot goes off. I lie still. I can't move, can't breathe. Nothing. There is yelling and slamming and crashing and violence 5 feet away from me and all that is keeping it out is a wooden door. Nothing else.
I hear an even louder crash and yells of policemen, I hear shots fired, the slamming at the door stops. I inhale sharply and pass out.
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