New Enemy or Old Lover (Final book in the "Love or Lust" trilogy)

Chapter 20:

"Move it!" Andy shouted gruffly, pushing me up against the front desk. I stumbled forward, tripping over my own feet. He pressed my body against the wooden desk. Splinters and edges that were edging off the wood stuck into my chest and I winched slightly.

The worker looked from me to Andy, but said nothing. I managed to get a good glimpse at him; slouching, pale skin and rotten teeth. His teeth were as yellow as a smokers, and had multiple holes in a few. What was this? Something of the undead?

"I need a room," Andy said angrily, his grip on my hair not loosening at all. I let a tear slide down my cheek, and the worker looked at him with a dazed look. Andy slammed his fist against the wood, "Now!"

I couldn't see his face, but I could tell he wasn't enjoying this. He perhaps had a tear in his eye as well, but I couldn't be for sure of course.

"This... Girl... Harry...?" The man said sluggishly, and that's when I knew he was definitely undead. His words were jumbled together, and he couldn't form a full sentence. He pointed his hand up to me slowly.

Andy slapped my head, "Don't look the man in the eyes fool!" I snapped my eyes shut, taking deep breaths. "Yes this is the little bitch, now give me a room." His voice was monotone, bored.

"But... Girl... Harry-"

"God dammit give me a room!" Andy roared angrily, slamming his hand against the wood once again. I jumped at his voice, but said nothing.

I heard a few keys jingle in front of me, and I opened my eyes slowly. I watched as the man slowly went key by key until he removed one in particular.

"Here... Key..." He mumbled.

Andy snatched them from his hand and pushed me aside, "C'mon, get a move on." Andy said angrily, his mouth twitching a bit. I obeyed his order and held my head down, walking slowly as he dragged me along.

My eyes studied the old red and yellow patterned carpet, keeping little to no eye contact with anyone around, until we stopped in front of two pairs of black steel toed shoes. I looked up slightly, quickly looking back as one of the large men glared angrily at me. His eyes were full of rage, and that's when I snapped back to the floor.

"What's this?" One of the men asked, his voice rising with anger.

"My bitch," Andy replied, his voice flat. I cringed at his words but kept silent.

The other man, who was a bit slimmer than the other, bent down to my level. I kept my head low, and saw out of the corner of my eye as he studied me. He lifted his hand up to my chin, brushing it gently before Andy slapped it away.

"No touching my merchandise."

"Your?" The man questioned, standing straight up. I looked up. He crossed his arms over his chest, biting on a tooth pick as he pointed to me. "This is Harry's gal, ain't it?"

Andy nodded firmly, "Oh look at that you must've graduated, idiot." He snapped, arching his eyebrows at him. The man huffed angrily.

"We should take you in," The larger man stated, folding his arms as well. Andy snorted a sharp laugh, keeping his eyebrows arched as he asked, "For what? Doing my job?"

That's when they're eyebrows arched in surprise, and one asked, "Your job?"

Andy nodded, "I found this little rat running around Chicago. Little did she know there was a dark shadow following behind her," He leaned in close to my face, pinching my cheek hard, "Isn't that right my baby girl?"

"I'm not... Yours..." I managed to say.

Andy back handed my cheek, taking me back by surprise as he yelled, "Shut up!" His hand disappeared in the dark cloak as he rubbed his temples I'm assuming, and shook his head, "My orders were clear. Find the girl, bring her back to Hell."