Movie marathon - Let's talk mission

5- Crack of doom

"Well?" Eugene demands as he cocks his gun.

Raising both of my hands in the air as if surrendering, I bow my head a bit down, afraid of the bang that will come out of that metallic piece any moment now.

"It's not what you think I'm-"

"Yo Eugene, did the girlfriend arrive yet..... Who's that?" The guy who almost caught me in the restroom, a while ago, unwittingly saves me.

"I was about to ask her before you decided to interrupt me you dimwit." Eugene spits on the ground and slightly pushes my shoulder with his gun trying to intimidate me. And let me tell you how successful he is right now. If I had the chance to meet him fifteen years ago, I swear I would have wet my pants the moment I felt that cold hard thing on my bare shoulder.

"Now where were we?"

Guess what I'm about to say? Here's a crazy idea!

"I have been standing here waiting my ass off, but no one has come to escort me yet. Why? And why do I have the feeling that you two blockheads are my supposed escorts?"

I exhale a slow deep breath waiting for a response. But when nothing comes back, I literally do a little happy dance in my mind, and with the snap of a finger, I turn around and cross my arms on my chest. Glowering at the two, I take my acting skills up a notch, "Well? What do you have to say for yourselves?"

Eugene abruptly puts his gun down and then tries hiding it behind himself. As if I won't know what he had in his hand all this time. Has the guy already forgotten he had that thing pressed up against my back not even a minute ago?

I stare at the two with my vicious look, making them even more uncomfortable. Eugene is bald with a small black tattoo scribbled on his forehead. He looks to be around fifties and already has a lot of wrinkles. That's what you get for not using sunscreen.

The other guy, who's name I don't really know, is just standing behind Eugene with his mouth wide open. Both of them look like little minions if you ask me. I bet you five hundred reais the boss looks like Felonious Gru.

Anyways, enough chattering, back to the almost murdered Nina situation. I clear my throat and quickly rack my brains for a way out.

"I-I'm really sorry senhora I mistook you for someone else.."

"Of course you did." I scowl at the big tattooed minion making him bow down further in shame.

"If you'll allow me senhora...." I glare at the little minion, who hesitates a bit at first but then thinks otherwise, "Patrao has been waiting for you upstairs. We're about to take off."

"Oh really? Take off where?"

What the hell am I doing? The last thing I want to do is go sight seeing with him.

"Erm.. Didn't patrao tell you? Senhora..." He squeaks at the end. The amount of hesitation and fear these people are showing for this 'patrao' is getting on my nerves now. I mean, how bad can he be? This just makes me want to meet the guy. Okay maybe not.

"I wouldn't be asking you of all the people if he had told me, don't you think little guy?"

He looks at me with wide eyes, lost for words. Maybe I'm over doing this a bit, but guess my luck. These minions fall for that too.

"Maybe if patrao tells you that himself-"

"I don't have all the time in the world. Now spit it out!"

"The Copacabana."

A smile creeps up on my face when I finally get what I want. These two have no idea what they have done. I'm sure their patrao and senhora are gonna love to hear this story. But at the same time, these are really really dangerous people and I need to stay away from them. If they're going to copacabana, it can only mean one thing...

"Shall we go, senhora? If you please?" Eugene mumbles with his head still bowed.

"Yes. I need to use the restroom first. Why don't you wait for me by the door."

"Yes senhora." Both of them answer concurrently and with one last bow, they exit the door.

Once they are out of my sight, I make a beeline for our table through the other end of the hall. It's a good thing this place has so many doors otherwise I would be meeting the patrao right now for sure.

"Get up we need to go." I demand as soon as I'm at the table.

"Now listen here woman, just because you signed the contract does not mean you can perform your vulgar activities on me. If the contract says I'll protect you, it means I'll protect you. Save those obscene acts for the traffickers."

"Excuse me?" I stand there with an open mouth, aghast at his response.

Andre sighs and rubs his temples before mumbling, "I'm not sleeping with a wanton like you."

As if on instinct, I grab the full glass that is infront of me, and with a flip of my hand, I empty the entire content on his face. How dare he say that to me. Just because he's hot and has the most sexiest features a guy can have, doesn't mean he can just assume that about any girl. Argh! I just want to punch that square chiseled face so hard right now.

But I don't have to because now I realize that the damage I have done is far more better. The glass had wine in it instead of water, and guess which color shirt he's wearing? Yup, white.

"You... You...."

"How sweet. You know, while you're standing here and thinking of something worse to say to me, which I think you won't be much successful in doing, I'm outta here."

Wearing my clutch like a cross body bag, I'm about to run when he holds my arm harshly and whispers threateningly in my ear, "Where. Do you think. You're going?"

"For God's sake I don't have time for this—"

Bang!!!

We both jump in the air and face the source of the sound. A cold breeze passes through us and I get goosebumps all over my body as the scene in front of me unfolds.

People start screaming and panicking rushing in all directions. It looks like doomsday has just arrived as people, men and women, push each other to get away from the person who just fired.

My feet start trembling as I can only think of the big minion standing at the door with a gun. By now they must have found out I'm not the girlfriend. My heart starts beating because I'm not even sure how I can get out of this situation. Heck, I don't even trust Andre now with my life. So what if I signed the contract? He could be a wolf in sheep's clothing for all I care.

Tears prick my eyes and I'm sure I'll be dead in minutes. The crowd decreases with each passing second and once all of them are gone, so will I. But then the most unusual thing happens. I feel Andre's hand tighten around my arm as if reassuring me or giving me some kind of comfort with the warmth of his hand. I look at him briefly and notice how not once he looks at me. He keeps a straight face looking forward and eventually, so do I.

A minute and one more fire later, the terrace is finally empty. All of the visitors have escaped but Andre and I? Let's just say we're stuck in this terrace for now...

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A/N: reais is Brazilian currency.
Senhora translates into lady in Portuguese, whereas patrao is boss.