One Foot In & One Foot Out

Chapter 10.2

After finishing their appetizing dinner, Damien takes a step outside of the building to call an unknown person to make them aware that the two of them were heading to the site.

"So where is this supposed to going down?" She asks him curiously as he is ending his call.

"A building about ten miles from here that belongs to one of the gangs here in Miami. There should have been some kind of shootout that happened involving a rival Cuban gang. The main gang has been using the building as a safe house but by the time we get there they should already be deceased."

"That's ironic."

"What is?"

"People dying at a safe house."

A few minutes later a sleek black Cadillac Escalade with tinted windows pulls up in front of them. Damien motions for Jael to get into the vehicle while he rounds the backside of the massive truck to enter from the other side.

The soundless ride to the building only lasted approximately forty minutes when the SUV pulled up outside of a fortified three-story darkened building in a secluded area.

"Is it wise to pull up right in the front?" Jael rightfully questions.

"Well, remember they should be already dead. In fact, they should have been executing each other while you were grinding your behind against me," he says giving her a look from the corner of his eye that she could not discern.

"I didn't hear you complaining," she says giving him her own indiscernible look.

"I already have a guy inside the building taking care of the security cameras on the outside," he says continuing, ignoring her comment, "we will not be picked up on them in case you are worried. We are fine."

Stepping down from the SUV, Jael instantly begins feeling uneasy and a sense of dread. She could feel the worry and anxiousness creeping up her ridged spine. She has never had to collect so many souls or had to see so many lifeless bodies at one time. She was unsure if she could handle it.

There may be vomit and involuntary dramatic passing out involved.

"You will be fine. Stop worrying yourself," Damien says sensing her uneasiness. However, it did not ease her fears.

Where were all the gang members and their cars? Is everyone here really dead? This doesn't really make sense. And should there not have been cops crawling all over this area? A shootout that large should have garnered an immediate police presence.

The inside of the building was murky, dank, eerie, and dead, but in the empty sense. It was almost as if no one had been inside for ages. It was so pitch black inside that Jael could barely see her two size nine feet in front of her.

Thankfully, after wandering around for a few minutes she came to an area that had elevated windows that allowed for the Miami moon to illuminate the drafty large open space. Taking a sneak peek behind her shoulder in order to say a few choice words to Damien about their situation, Jael is surprised to find that she is alone and apparently has been walking all by her lonesome.

Where had the driver and Damien gone? And where the hell were these dead guys supposed to be? Even though it wasn't the brightest room, Jael could tell there were no bodies lying petrified on the concrete floor anywhere near her.

She was so beyond ready to get the fuck out of this creepy ass structure.

"Who the fuck are you?" She hears from a back corner of the space that was near a doorway leading into another unknown room.

As she swiftly turns to find the source of the unfamiliar vibrato, she begins feeling a sense of impending doom fill her heart. Somehow Jael had not noticed that she actually wasn't alone in the building. There were at least ten violent and seedy looking men in the room with her now.