The "Boondock" Kids

{Mature Content}

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"How you feelin?" Nakeem asks Christie.

She just stands in front of the window, looking out over the beach. "I'm good..." She sighs. "I guess I'm just nervous."

"About Shadow's men?"

"That and Charlotte. Look at this..." She turns around and pulls up her top, only to underneath her breast. Nakeem's eyebrows furrow as he observes the faint bruise interrupting the flawless torso. "She kicked me here the other day...if she can kick that good, who knows what else she's capable of?"

"Hey. You got nothing to worry about," Nakeem says with a smirk. "Cause you can kick some ass too."

"Well yeah but..." She sighs, looking out the window again. "Not as good as she does."

Nakeem puts a hand on her shoulder. "I'll be back."

She nods. "Okay."

Nakeem leaves the room and takes the elevator to the bottom floor where he walks to reception. "Hey. Ya'll gotta phone I can use? I wanna make an international call."

The receptionist smiles, picking up her telephone. "You can use this, monsieur."

"Merci," Nakeem winks before taking the phone and dialling a number. After five or six rings there's an answer.

"Hello?"

Nakeem automatically smiles, hearing the familiar voice. "Dad?"

"Nakeem! Thank God! Where the hell are you?"

"Uh...in a place called Nice, in France."

"In France?"

"Yeah."

"Nakeem..." There's a sigh of relief on the other line. "We came to France to look for you, but were in Paris."

"Wait. Seriously?"

"Yes."

"That's awesome! Its not...very far. I'll come--"

"No, Nakeem. You stay where you are, stay off the grid and out of sight. Understand?"

He's the expert.

"Sure, dad.

"Now where are you?"

"I'm staying at a hotel called Hotel Perouse, in Nice."

"Hotel Perouse? Where did you get money?"

Nakeem chuckles. "Its a long story. How did you know I was in France?"

".....its a long story. I might be there...in a day, depending on the drive. Alright?"

"Aight."

"Stay safe."

"You too."

No one cuts until a moment or two, Huey cuts first. Nakeem sighs as he puts the phone down and thanks the lady at the desk.

He glances at the small clock next to the computer and is surprised to see its already seven thirty. He takes the elevator back to his floor and walks back into his room. "Did you know its seven thirty?"

Now he finds Christie kicking off her pumps. "Seven thirty-two to be exact," she chuckles.

"You taking the bed or the couch?" he asks as he pulls off his jacket.

"Oh." She frowns.

He raises an eyebrow. "What?"

"Nothing! I mean--nothing!" She smiles nervously, a light blush beginning to show in her cheeks. "Um...forget I said anything."