The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 31 Excuses, Threats, and Promises

The shot hits the vending machine and breaks the glass with a shattering sound. The pieces of broken glass fall to the floor with a couple of packets of expired chips. "That should answer your question, Marcello. You really thought I wouldn't stick a bullet at you just because we used to be friends?"

The silence spread between us. I don't expect him to answer me but I didn't wish him to go quiet on me all of a sudden. What happened to his blabbing mouth? No more insults or did I break his bubble about me?

I scan my eyes all around the place. The moon was covered again spreading a layer of darkness in the room. Previously, I would look around for traces of him but now that I have confirmed he is wearing night vision goggles, with light careful steps I find a hard surface to hide myself that's when I feel a hard impact on my back. 

It felt like a pipe but enough strength was used to hit me. I stumble forward, revealing my cover that I just found, and fall flat on my belly to the floor. The ground made a rattling noise over the mumbling of two people. 

I wouldn't believe Marcello had someone here if I hadn't listened to them talk myself.  

"Don't hit her you dumbass," It was Marcello's voice, "I wasn't done talking to her," 

"She fired a shot. Unless you want to kill us both in this shitty motel then shut the fuck up,"

"She wasn't going to kill. It was a warning,"

"Look at you going soft at her,"

"Maybe I should have her kill your delusion brain, Jim."

I tuned their rambling out and instead focused on finding the direction they were in. I follow the volume of their voice. Not far or near just enough that make me think they're standing at the end of the sunken lobby's staircase. I shift on the floor without making noise, back on the surface when the clouds parted again. 

I take the opening and kick that Jim guy's shin. He trips backward, hands flapping to get a balance. Marcello notices me and runs like a coward. On instinct, I reached across the floor where my gun had fallen and took a shot at his partner's knees.

"Fuck," Jim yelps and falls down, as I get to my height. 

Marcello takes his cover again but this time I saw him hide near the archway to the staff quarter. 

I went to the wounded guy, picked him up, and used him as a shield. "Wow, you're dick's gotta be small since your ego is big enough to think you can take me," 

He whimpers at the applied pressure on his legs since I made him stand. I saw his face from this close. His face was scrunched right now due to the pain but it didn't stop me from noticing the large scar that ran down his left eyebrow all the way to the middle of his cheek. It was huge and ugly. It doesn't look like it was taken care of. More like some immature hands applied an ointment and left it uncovered.

There were two stitches on his right forearm and injection marks on his left. If it wasn't proof of him being an addict the smell of weed definitely is. He struggles to stay in my hold but thanks to his intoxicated state it's almost too easy to grip him. Even his physique doesn't threaten me. Sure he's big and bulky but it's all sag muscles. Nothing here scares me. 

"Let me go, you bitch." 

"You might want to control that mouth of yours if you want to live a few extra hours sweetheart," I say pointing the mouth of my gun to his exposed neck. His shoulder tenses and he stops speaking. "That's what I thought,"

"My my Liv. You've changed a lot I must say. I really didn't take you as someone like this." Marcello speaks and my eyes instantly light up at his voice.