MUD

Chapter 22~ The Mice Come Out To Play

Bryson

It's never the best thing to be confused about your own thoughts. I don't really know this girl, but I enjoy her company. I could never be having feelings for her. Maybe I'm just off my game when it comes to someone actually being involved in my life. Having sex with her was good. Well for me at least. I wasn't even paying attention to her, why would I? The sex is for me, with all the women. So why is she popping up in my brain uninvited?
Right now Victoria is probably on a date with some guy and if that's the case, good for her. She just needs to stay out of my head when I'm taking care of business. It's almost 10 pm and I haven't eaten but I feel the need to get some fresh air. I decide to catch a snack downstairs and then go for a jog. At this hour, I believe I'm alone in the building so I find something to eat and sit down to make a few calls. While at the bar counter I spot Bradley walking through the other door, he looks around and sees me too.
"Boss," he says.

"Bradley, how are things?"

"Good. Good. I was just heading out."

He walks over to ask if it's okay to have relations with a cleaner. She's a nice girl, but he is only looking for a fling.

"Man, as long as the both of you go into it with the same idea. But whatever happens with you two, do not bring it to my place. Keep your issues outside of the work place, I don't want any shit in here. No drama," I warn him sternly.

"Ok," he nods, looking thoughtful, "well... see you tomorrow boss."

"Mhm."
And with that he leaves.
After making contact with some links in Russia, I hear that nobody knows of the justice system working with the Dargis couple. Which confirms that Zachri was lying about working with the police there to try and get to my dad. This leaves me at square one, and I still don't know the real reason they were having me watched. I put on my jogging gear with a pair of headphones and head out on the street.
The rain starts drizzling almost the moment I step foot outside. The wind is light, and the fog is not too dense.
Running down the street I feel energised, free. My mind is feeding off the cool energy and is being released. I take a jog around the open field and past the line of trees and ten minutes in I begin to feel a little spent, so I start to walk instead.
When I decide to turn back, I switch on the music. The air is crisp after the short rain and there is a calm, except for the hip hop music beating through my headphones. Halfway home, I start to jog again. Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in the back of my neck, and I'm staggering forward.
Catching ground I turn around to throw a punch at my attacker. In the dark I can't identify the person but he is strong. As we struggle, I feel another hit to the back of my calf from what feels like iron. Someone else is here. My foot hurts but I keep defending myself, punching the first guy in the gut. With my good foot, I step hard in the other one's knee and he groans but is still standing. By this my headphones have fallen and another attacker comes out of the shadows, body slamming me to the wet road. Knuckles are coming toward my face, but I roll over and get on my feet before I get pinned down. With one man trying to jump on my back it's hard to put down the other two. After throwing a few more punches I get a hard one in the center of my forehead and I fall. When turn and kick the attacker closest to me, he falls too. Now two of them are in pretty bad shape. As soon as I think I am free to take the other one there is a sharp pain under my rib. I've been stabbed.
I'm angry now, so I grab the motherfucker by the foot and pull, causing him to fall flat on his back and hit his head. Easing up I grab the wound, trying to slow the bleeding. Just as one of the other men begin to come at me again I hear a familiar voice coming from his ally saying,

"Alright boys, that's enough."
It can't be.

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