"You're that same punk ass kid who thinks he's mister big man." The dog growled but Russle hushed him.
Sheepishly nodding my head, "Look, Russle is it? I'm sorry to have....disrupted your neighborhood the last time we saw each other. I'm guessing Robby called you saying what I wanted?" In all actuality, if he lived in Henrico, how the hell was Chesterfield 'his neighborhood?'
He stepped off of the rickety porch leaving the loudness inside. "So you think strollin' up in here with some sorry ass apology will erase you bustin' my lip?"
Running a hand down my regretful face, "Look, if you want you can give me a nice slap to the face and busted lip. Then will we be even?" It seemed like a joke really but I happened to be very serious by taking it like a 'champ' on this one.
Coming closer to me, Russle and the rottweiler approached in a civil manner.
In my face he glared then raised a hand from his side for me to shake. Taking it he said, "Since you decided to own up to it I'll give you the benefit of the doubt just this once. And you happen to be cool with my home girl Willow, right?"
Appalled by the more chill side of the massive man, I nodded my head, "Yeah, we're actually neighbors."
Smirking again, "Right," he drawled out the word, his eyes skeptical.
"Let's talk inside. To clear the air, I'm going to have to charge you extra for that stupid ass stunt you pulled." I followed next to him too scared to argue.
Looking at the ugly mutt, "On two simple conditions. Your animal stops eyeing me like a steak, and that this transaction doesn't take long."
Russle commanded, "Solo, go on," he shooed it away like a breeze.
"Now this shouldn't take long but there happens to be celebration takin' place here right now so just ignore the noise.
Not holding back my curiosity, "Celebration of what?"
Rubbing the back of his neck, a ghost of a smile on his face, "Keep the questions to yourself."
Curiosty killed the cat.
Opening the screen door, blaring music with sweaty bodies and different colored lights welcomed me. Twerking and flashes blinded me, making it hard to follow him.
Bumping into different people, curses were thrown from different directions. Until Russle yelled over the music, "This way!"
On full alert the race to get to him looked like a losing one until his hand jutted out and snatched me into a small office space.
The party atmosphere made it hard to get a good description on the inside of the house. Yet where I was then held a completely different type of mood.
No noises or music rang in the room, clearly sound proof which scared me a little.
Shockingly, it didn't take long for me to see two people snorting coke and infatuated with getting it up their nostrils. It looked bizarre and hard to comprehend on how desperate they wanted it.
Two men looked to be around early twenties. One in a dark t-shirt with a head full of nappy hair and the other shirtless with muscles on full display.
Each of them gave me a red, blood shot eye glances, then went back to what clearly satisfied them.
"Don't mind 'em, we handled a few things and well.....every dog needs its bone."
Oh shit.
Every aspect of the room reminded me of a chief executor's office, like it wasn't placed in some musty house.
Walls a dark brown and leather couch in the middle, with no windows. Russle's goons sat on the sofa leaned over the wooden table doing you know what.
Sniffles were the only thing heard from the men until I felt a hand on my shoulder, "I wouldn't stare if I were you."
Looking away instantly facing Russle, he went over to a mahogany desk, rummaging through the drawers. Instinct told me to leave but like
Russle said, every dog needs its bone.
Hearing the drawer close Russle looked up with a clear ziploc bag in his hand, "50 bucks, nothin' less."
Digging through my pockets it scared the life out of me when the only thing I did feel was lint.
Becoming impatient, "Come on, I don't have all damn day."
My eyes bulged out of their sockets, "I...I had it right in my pocket." Then realization dawned on me that it was in my jacket pocket which had been accidently left in Leo's taxi.
Russle's knuckles clenched and my breathing quickened, "You mean to tell me I came all the way back here missin' a very special celebration to help you, but you don't have the finances."
He laughed dryly, "Boy I ought to beat the fuck outta you right now."
I slowly backed up until my shoulders met a very built chest.
Russle advanced while two hands grasped my forearms twisting them in a painful way.
"Ah," I gritted out. Shirtless guy pulled a chair up and planted me there with his buddy holding duct tape.
It was put over my wrists as Russle spoke, "Now Rob told me to take it easy on you since you're a paying customer. He didn't say the same thing if you weren't."
Before I pissed my pants at the crazed look in his eyes, the largest bang sounded from the door. He looked in the direction of it so fast, I thought he'd got whiplash.
"Keep his ass here, don't let him out of your sight. If he tries somethin'...." A nod towards a small door, most likely a closet, filled with torture devices made me repint all of my sins to the ceiling. Surely it wouldn't be long before I'd meet Jesus.
Probably should've listened to my gaurdian angel.
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Kind of a filler but DO NOT worry. Willow will be in this a lot more, and mature content is coming soon. No, I will not put the restricted chapters in a different 'book'. My dirty birds will get some explicit material soon. Take that and do what you will.
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Romance[Warning: this book contains SEXUAL content, crude language, drug use & abusive scenarios. If you aren't mature enough to read, don't.] First novel, don't judge. He did everything he could to forget about her. There was no 'girl of his dreams'. Only...
