BY DEMARCO'S STANDARDS (Part 5)

Cat Killer

Groaning, I reached over and slapped my blaring alarm off. There's no way it was five a.m. this soon. Seems like I had just closed my eye's.

Keeping my eye's shut trying to grab a few extras minutes, I noticed something seemed odd. Usually at the sound of my annoying alarm Capone came bouncing into my room and wouldn't cease his meowing until I got up. He would pester me until I gave him a rub and filled his food dish. "Capone". I called out in a groggy morning voice.

Nothing, not even his purr. Oh well, guess he's being lazy today as well. Slinging back my blankets, I drug myself from the warmth of my bed and trudged to the bathroom. Relieving myself, I stood and grabbed my toothbrush. After vigorously scrubbing my morning breath away, I pinned my hair back and ran some cool water over my face. I applied more deoderent then slipped into my jogging attire which consisted of fabletics and a Nike cross top. Knowing it would be cold out I slipped into my hoody and laced up my running shoes. This was my every morning ritual, get up, dress appropriately and run a few miles. Then I would come home and hit the shower and eat me a protein packed breakfast.

Slipping my fitbit onto my wrist, I worked my way to the kitchen to grab a water. That's when it occurred to me that I hadn't seen Capone yet. I decided to check his little room. Flicking on the hallway light I pushed his door further open but no sign of him. I opened my mouth to call him again when bright red lettering caught my eye.

"This is your final warning. Meow bitch". I read out loud to myself. Then it struck me that it was written on blood. "No, oh no" I screeched hitting my knees. "Capone, no. Not my Capone". Tears flooded my vision as suspect's raced through my mind.

Soon my tears turned into tears of anger. Remembering I had hidden pen camera's about my apartment I raced off to fetch them. Hey, I was a lawyer that was responsible for putting hardened criminals away, I could never be too cautious. Rigging them into my computer I watched the footage. "Demarco fucking Harper". I growled between clenched teeth.

"Fucking Demarco Haper". I screamed this time having a full on tamtrum. Oh, he is going to so fucking pay with his teeth. That's right, I'm going to knock every fucking tooth in his head out one by motherfucking one.

I stopped the footage for fear of seeing the cruel way he may have ended my sweet kitty's life. Snapping the cord from the computer, I shoveled the evidence down into my bra. I could call the cop's immediately and have him booked but I needed to have my shot at him first. Quickly looking through the Harper file's I retrieved his address and ran from my home.

By the time I stood in front of his lavish building i was a sweaty mess and gasping for breath. Bending down, I rested my hands onto my knees to rest for a moment. Once I had my breathing under control I marched right into his building with a major fucking chip on my shoulder. Before I could reach the front desk attendant a huge man blocked my path. "Sorry Miss, I can't grant you entrance. You need to leave".

"The fuck you say" I snapped. "I'm here to see Demarco Harper". I spat jutting my chin up showing every ounce of defiance my body held.

He looked me over skeptically. "Wait here while I check in with him. Your name please?"

Smiling like a killer I snarled. "Ivy, Ivy Martin".

The huge gorilla walked to the desk and supposedly phoned the fucker. While he was busy having a heart to heart chat with my sworn enemy, I eyeballed the place down. Very lavishly decorated. All the men I spotted were dressed up in fine suits and walked with an air of confidence. The women were expensively dressed yet seemed untouchable. I spotted a very exotic looking blonde by the elevators who seemed to be checking me out as well. I thought about approaching her for information but the big goon returned blocking my view. I peeked around his broadness but the lovely woman had vanished in a blink. "Mr. Harper says he knows no one by that name. We are ordered to escort you from the premises immediately".

"Mr. Harper is a fucking lie. You just march your big ass back over there and phone him again. Tell him I have incriminating footage of his whereabouts last night. If I don't speak to him promptly I will hand it over to the proper authorities and pop bubbles with my gun as I watch them cart his cat killing ass away".

That got the want to be bouncer moving. Once again he phoned the man I wanted to strangle. Losing patience, I stormed over and jerked the phone from this doof's beefy hand. "This Harper?" I questioned hardly.

"Get the fuck off my premises". He snarled in a deep, threatening tone.

"Ha. When I'm done with you I will own all this shit. I'll turn it into a fucking animal shelter in honor of my cat. Who the fuck do you think you are? Huh? Answer me this second you sniveling piece of heaping, hot, steaming dog shit."

"If I come up there I will kill you. Make no mistake about that bitch". He growled.

By this time these strange people had gathered around taking this all in. Turning from the phone I yelled."By all means grab some fucking popcorn and enjoy the show".

Demarco's voice drew my attention back in. "It be wise for you to keep your mouth shut to my people. I assure you that there is several guns focused on you right now. Just because you don't see them doesn't mean there not there".

Calling his bluff I screeched. "You mean like the one you had trained on me in my fucking sleep last night while I slept. What a puss boy move you coward. Now let me set a few thing's straight with you Demarco. You don't scare me. Your posse don't scare me and you can take your threats and shove them so far up your ass until you choke. I had a hidden camera in my apartment. I've got you on tape doing all your dirty deeds. When you murdered Capone you screwed yourself. I'm taking this to the police now. It will be a joy sending your ass to the drain. See you in court fuckwad".

As I began to hang the phone up Demarco spat. "Your fucking fur ball is living it up with me. He's glad to be away from all that pink shit."

"Fuck off. Pink rules and I want proof now that Capone is well. He doesn't take to strangers at all. He's probably suffering from aniexty you bastard".

"Hmmm.. we shall see then".

Seconds later my cell phone buzzed. It was a text from the douche himself. Swiping the screen I saw my beloved cat curled into Demarco's arm's licking his cheek. "What have you done to him?" I accused. "Don't let him lick you. In fact put him down right now. Don't touch my kitty".

I heard a few snickers from around the room and shot a dirty glance. "Trust me, your kitty is the last thing I want to even be near. It's probably hateful as you".

"You'll never know you criminal. Now give me my cat".

"Ah, ah, ah. It's not so easy Ivy. You see now you have something I want. I will meet with you later and we will make an exchange. Your cat for my video".

"The fuck you say. Uh-uh. I'm not striking no deal with you nor will I meet you anywhere".

Suddenly his voice grew darker and more meaniceing. "You will shut up and obey me Ivy Martin. I will not tolerate anymore lip from you."

Never had a man spoke to me with such authority and I was silenced for once. "That's right. Be a good girl and you may just get your kitty back. You will meet me at six sharp at Spagio's restaurant. Do you understan Ivy?"

I remained quiet somewhat bewildered by his controlling tone. "Speak now Ivy. It only makes me angrier to be kept waiting".

Suddenly I snapped out of it. "Fuck you. I don't give a shit. No one, and I do mean no one orders me around. I will meet you but not because you demanded me too. I'm only agreeing so I can get Capone back. I'll be the one plotting your death as you enter. See you then. And no shady shit either. Am I clear?"

Demarco only laughed and disconnected. That only heightened my already foul temper. To show that I was anything but obedient, I slammed the receiver onto the desk several time's until it cracked open. Turning, I spotted the camera's and flicked him off. As I walked out I nudged into the beefy asshole who blocked me to begin with. "Get the fuck outta my way minion".

As I exited the spotless glass door a burst of immaturity hit me and I smeared my hands all over the clear glass. Passerby's on the street looked at me confused but I didn't care. Walking on out I kicked a flower arrangement over and scattered soil everywhere. Satisfied with my tantrum I took off in a jog towards home.