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Abdul was seated in the backseat casually sipping from a champagne glass. I hated the sound of his slurping which set my teeth on edge.

"You American womans try my patience," he said, grasping the back of my neck and forcing me to look into his cruel eyes. "I do all that I can to show you a good time and what do I get for my kindness? Blatant disrespect."

"Hey, I don't even know you." I said, twisting my neck from side to side in an effort to break his hold on me however Abdul's fingers tightened very painfully and I stopped moving altogether.

"We will get to know each other tonight. Perhaps all night." his smile sent a chill racing down my spine and he signaled to the driver.

"Where are you taking me?" I nervously asked.

"To my hotel. You'll like it."

Finally, Abdul let go of my neck and I rubbed the sore skin and anxiously glanced over my shoulder trying to see through the back window but the tint was very dark and so I couldn't see anything. So I had to rely on my memory of this street.

Dirk's night club was on Olive Drive, which is about three miles east of the business districts where they have the bigger, luxury hotels and I had a feeling that this was where Abdul was taking me.

"Have some champagne," he held his half empty glass out to me and I tightened my lips and nodded my head. Abdul's eyes darkened even more and he grabbed my wrist in a viselike grip. "I said, drink some effing champagne."

"Didn't I already tell you that I don't touch the stuff?"

That's when his cellphone rang and Abdul pulled it out of his pocket and stared at the flashing screen in annoyance before swiping the icon and pressing the iPhone to his ear.

"Yes?" he listened for a moment, slowly the color drained from his face and he sat up a little straighter. "No, pull over. We don't want any trouble."

The car changed lanes and cruised to a smooth stop on the shoulder of the road. Abdul cut his eyes at me and said, "Keep your mouth shut."

He powered the window on his side of the limo down just as the tanned, square face of a policeman appeared there.

"Hello, officer. What seems to be the problem?" now Abdul's tone was respectful and innocent. The cop cut his eyes at Abdul and then checked every surface of the car. When his hard, green eyes touched mine I silently mouthed the words, "Help me."

The cop already had a poker face and now his expression blanked out even more and I was scared that he didn't know what I was trying to say. Please, God, let him know what I'm trying to say.

"You were speeding." he said in clipped tones. Which was a bald headed lie but it wasn't like I cared about that as long as the cop was here to do his job and help me. "Do you have an identification?"

"Ah..yes. Of course." Abdul was trying to appear cool and collected but a line of sweat had formed on his brow. He handed a license to the officer who pursed his lips and shined a light on the square of plastic before handing it back. His assessing eyes flicked to me.

"What about you ma'am? Do you have identification?"

"Yes, but..but I left it at Dirk's club." I lied, wanting him to understand that I wasn't with Abdul by choice and that the last place we'd been together was Dirk's nightclub.

From this bit of info the cop could easily find witnesses if necessary. Keeping my fingers crossed, I hoped it wouldn't be necessary.

He backed up, "Could you both step out of the vehicle please?"

I could tell by the way his brows slammed together that Abdul wanted to protest but he knew better than to try a Los Angeles county cop.

There were two other police cars with flashing lights parked behind Abdul's motorcade and his goons were lined up next to the two black SUV's.
I spotted the one from the ladies room and flipped him off when our eyes met.

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