Chapter 12
Harlow
She won't stop screamingin my face, and it's getting fucking old, fast. Rude bitch! I take a deep breath and yell, “Aaaaaaaaaahhh!” right back at her. She looks at me, stunned.
“Not so much fun having it done to you now, is it?” I cock a brow. “I think you broke my eardrum,” I say, tipping my head to the side and playing around with my ear using my finger, trying to get the ringing to leave. “I swear, if I have any permanent damage, I will hold a fucking séance to summon your ghost ass and make you possess some overweight dude with body odor. Don't try me bitch; I'll do it,” I promise, and she just stares at me like I'm crazy. Ha, jokes on you because I am!
“Now, can we please get on with the show? I have a busy night planned, and this is taking longer than I anticipated,” I say, standing up and walking around to her husband's side. With a good tug, the door flies open.
“Alright, big guy, time to go for a little ride,” I say to the unconscious stack of shit, bending down and wrapping the rope around his feet, making sure to secure it tightly. I test the knot, and when I'm satisfied with my work, I smile and nod. “Perfect!”
Barbie Bitch just stares at us; I think she's in shock or something. I mean, I guess that's understandable? Weak ass bitch can't even handle a little car crash.
Taking the other end of the rope, I climb up the bank to my car and tie it to my back bumper. I hop into the front seat, starting the car up, and give it some gas. I drive forward until I'm met with some resistance. I give the car a little more gas, and after a few revs, whatever was stuck is no longer. After I think I’ve gotten far enough, I put the car in park and go check. I walk to the end of the rope to the body lying there. I can now see what was caught. One of his arms is missing at the elbow. I must have ripped it off. My bad. “Oops. Sorry about that,” I say, bending over to check his pulse. He's still breathing, but I don't know if he's gonna wake up at this point. Hopefully, he does so Cass can play too. I don't want him to miss out on all the fun.
“Well, we can't have you bleed out before we get back, so hold on a second,” I tell the unconscious body, holding up a finger, and rush back to my car. “This should do.” I grab a belt I have in my car and tie it around his mangled stub. “That should do the trick for now.”
I haul him back towards the trunk of my car, huffing and puffing along the way. It takes me a good ten minutes to get him in there. A lot of unattractive sounds on my part, and the sweat coming off me is just nasty. Eww. B.O. is a no no. I'll worry about that later, though.
Slamming the trunk shut, I take off in search of the missing arm. I find it wedged in between the guardrail. “There you are, silly! Can't leave you behind now, can we?” I smile at the arm, then wiggle it back and forth until it pops free. Placing my hand in his, we walk back down to Barbie Bitch.
“Hiya, Barbie,” I say, popping back up into the window, waving her husband's hand at her. She looks at me with a yelp; then, when she sees the hand, she starts to scream like a banshee again.
“Alright, enough of that.” I sigh. She's really becoming a party pooper. I reel back and with my free hand, I clock her in the face to knock her the fuck out.
“Better.” I open the door and place the arm on top of the car. Using my dagger in my pocket, I cut the seat belt off her and drag her unconscious body out. I stand there looking her over, trying to figure out the best way to get her up there. Dragging her by the arms or legs would be a little harder, so I just bend over and get a good grip on her long, blonde locks. It's long enough to give me some traction.
I hum to myself as I drag her up the riverbank, the arm in my other hand. When we get to the top, her body drops to the ground, leaving a chunk of hair and skin in my hand.
“Well, that sucks,” I pout, then look at the hand. “Here, you hold it,” I say, shoving the glob of hair into the hand and closing the fingers around it. “Thanks,” I beam, giving it a little pat. Of course, Barbie is gonna make things harder for me, and now I have to drag her the rest of the way by her freshly manicured hand.
Getting her into the car is a lot easier, though; it’s a tight fit with both of them in there. I toss the arm in on top and slam the trunk shut. I hop onto the trunk and bounce a little to make sure it stays shut. Note to self; next time, bring a different car with a bigger trunk.
Headlights blind me momentarily, and I bring my hand up to cover my eyes. When the truck stops, a few men hop out.
“Heya, boys. Just in time,” I grin. “I'm heading home to play, but you do your thing. Get rid of the car and anything else I may have left behind.”
“You got it, Queenie,” Marty gives me a curt nod.
“We would never let you down,” Billy smirks. I roll my eyes and get into the car.
Time to play!
PULLING AROUND TO THEback of the club, I see Tommy, Max, and Lucas waiting outside for me.
“Hey, boys. I got a couple of playmates in the trunk. Mind bringing them down to my showroom? I think Barbie Bitch has some life left in her for some fun, but the big guy, well, he lost an arm and a lot of blood, so he doesn't have much left in him. What little he has left in him, I’m saving ‘cause Cass wants a go at him.”
“Do I even want to know how he lost an arm?” Tommy chuckles as he makes his way around the car to the trunk.
“Couldn't wait until you got here before they started losing body parts?” Max adds with a grin.
“Oh, hush you,” I giggle. “I'm not all big and strong like you boys, so I needed a little help getting him up the bank, not my fault that he got his arm stuck.” I shrug.
Tommy throws Barbie Bitch over his shoulder, and Max and Lucas each take an end of the sack of shit. I go over to the trunk to shut it and see if they left anything behind.
“Oh, boys,” I say, getting their attention. “You forgot something,” I say, making the hand wave at them. Lucas bursts out laughing, and the other two chuckle.
“Thank you!” I say. “It’s nice to know someone gets my humor.” I toss the arm on the body as I pass and take the lead.