Dricki: Boyfriend For Hire

Chapter 13: Interlude

            Being kidnapped was part of the plan. But these sons of a bitch caught me at the wrong time in the wrong place with the wrong person. And that would be my dear mother-in-law, Mrs. Carol.

I had excused myself from the place after that karaoke session on table thing. Don't ask me how I found the courage to do such thing in public. Can't even blame much on the alcohol, I wasn't that drunk.

I had receive a text message and I knew who it was. I exited from the back door to the parking lot. What I didn't expect was Mama Carol following behind me to tell me how happy I was making her daughter. If she only knew... And it was in the middle of her speech that I read the text, but it was too late.

A black van came behind Carol and three masked men came out surrounded us. It was all too fast. The men weren't bigger than me but they managed to take me down due to my state.

I wasn't worried about that me much. All I have been doing was to get to this point. My rock in the shoe was this woman in front of me, tied up like a potato sack with a big ass red mark in her face. You would think being in a situation like this would make lead a person to a trauma, but no, my mother-in-law won't stop talking.

Agh, where the hell did I had my head at when I agree on this stupid deal? Yep, that's right, wrong head, thinking about the wrong things. Again, can't blame my little friend, I mean, it's almost impossible to resist that hot set of curves, that beautiful face and those dimples I once dreamt of poking. My girlfriend wasn't something I could just pass by, having a ten like her throwing herself at me like that was the best thing that could've happened to me this week.

Nicki Minaj is a dream of every men, and the last piece of my puzzle. She would have her fake boyfriend and I an alibi in case shit goes down and I end up in court. Not to mention she famous she wouldn't want to ruin her career, would she?

"I hope you bitch ass niggas die in fucking jail!"

Did I mention this woman has a potty mouth?

But the kidnappers don't care about what she said, and to be honest, neither do I. While their were playing cards at the table, I was trying to figure out where we are. After that blow on my head last I blacked out, only woke up a while go. So far I've identified this as an old industry.

Here I am, pointed as the traitor. It's true, though. I entered in this game in the lowest position, now I'm only a few steps of meeting The Man and being his right arm. What they didn't know is that each step I take to the top, I take down a pillar of this dirty business. The police is on to this and I'm glad I'm part of it. Nothing would make me happier than see this empire down.

"I know that rights. You can't treat me like this!" Mama Carol yells, once more.

"Can you just shut up for like a second? You're interrupting our game." I too wouldn't complain if they gagged her.

"You shut up. I may have had a black belt when I was young but I can still break your ass into a million pieces."

"When you were young? How old are you?"

"You shall never ask a woman's age. Didn't your mother teach you that?"

"Look at her. Grandma thinks she still has the energy." The yells to the others. "We might have a little fun with her, huh?"

You don't need to be a genius to know what was he referring to. Men like that disgust me. The look on Carol's face was enough for me to step in. I could die here for all I care, but not before I get my mother-in-law out of here safe and sound.

"Lay ONE finger on here and I'll do the triple to your wife, Blake." I think I didn't know I was awake, he scared, he jump at the sound of my voice.

"How do you know my name?"

"No. Yall can't be that dumb. You don't who I am?" Silence was the answer. "I'm the guys who knows a little too much."

"Ah, so you're the guy. Are you some type of 007, are related with the police?" The smallest one asks. Poor thing, probably not over 18, already in this lifestyle.

"No... But you want to see your sister again, I suggest that you let the woman here go and she may never speak of this again." I say to Blake.

"And how you do think you'd do that when you're the one tied up?" The third one asked, Jordan.

"With his help." I poke my lips out to the office's window that was near their table. The light was on, so somebody must be here besides us. "Let's be honest, more powerful than us four here?"

I was bluffing. Luckily for me, their silence confirmed that The Man was around.

"I think you're bluffing." He exclaims, yet hesitatingly. "Yo, Chris. Go ask He Man if we can send Mr. Bond over to him." The boy gets up quickly left the table and disappeared through a hidden door.

"Bridget. Best student of her class in medical school. It would be a shame for her to know that her brother is paying her college with dirty money he got selling drugs to kids."

"Don't talk about my sister."

Who plays fire with fire gets burned, but I didn't expect a punch that strong. "That's a good one. A little bit of strength wouldn't hurt anyone. You hit like a girl." For dramatic effects, I even move my jaw around like I was perfectly fine... But let me tell you, I might just have to liquefy everything next time I eat.

Chris returns. "Aye, The Man said to get rid of the woman and soften the guy."

His standby caused different reaction to us. Carol starts panicking, still manages not to show to them. The other two guys start laughing maliciously at me. That made all my bones start to hurt even before being touched.

Mrs. Carol starts a conversation with Chris about some magician. At first I didn't understand what was all that about, after the fourth or eleventh punch my left eye closed, but with the little vision remaining I understood what was her plan. She convinced him to let her go and soon enough the two were playing cards. I smirk.

"You want more of me? Come get it."

Punch, punch, a kick in the balls, punch... Everything, I was having it.

"Bring him in, The Man wants to see him."

The guy stops and starts to untie me. I feel my wrists free after 10 miserable long hours. My whole felt like a gummy bear.

Jordan does a little victory dance which caught my attention. Not in that way, but I notched his gun in his pocket. This was my chance. I purposely bump into him like I was too weak to know in what direction to walk and successful get the little toy on my side. No one noticed I had it because the place was a bit dark.

But this wasn't like the movies where I'd pull a brilliant stunt and get away with this situation. My luck ran out. The sound of a car parking, followed by a door slam and that familiar voice.

"Don't you have a fridge at home?"

Fuck! My girlfriend is here.