“Let go of him, he’s paying good money for our alliance, and we will do it. You will do it,” he says to me like he’s the boss and can dish out orders.
“Like fuck, bum boy. You ain’t shit. You’re fucking crossing a line, Ian,” my voice is deadly as I squeeze his throat just a little tighter until his beady eyes bulge and his lips start to turn a shade of purple-grey.
“Oh, but, Micha, you will,” he struggles to get out as all the air leaves his lungs.
“I’m fucking leaving,” I say as I drop my hand from his throat. He sucks in air pushing past his goon squad. Just as I get through the door, I hear Ian’s voice.
“I’ll kill her and tell him.” Stopping, I try to not take anything from what he just said.
It could mean anything.
He wouldn’t know about her and I will remove his tongue before he can even utter another word.
“Try it,” is all I say before I walk away.
Chapter Seven
The demons run circles, round and round inside my head.
~ Micha Ragen
I couldn’t get Layla out of my head as I drove across the city, heading toward Jimmy’s place. He ran a strip joint in the very south part of the city, and he did a nice little business down there. I had no problem with Jimmy’s club. He treated his girls with respect and actually gave a fuck - unlike Ian’s club. A few of his girls Jimmy and I have saved and brought over here to the south. The old man gave Jimmy the club and that side of town as a thanks for his loyalty and now the south area was his main turf. He controlled the drugs and the hookers that moved through there, plus everything else you could imagine. It was his own little kingdom down there, and he loved it. I also liked to escape to there when my side becomes suffocating. Like now with Ian.
Walking in I pick up a bottle of beer from behind the bar as the little lady wiping down tables looks at me. She’s new.
Flipping the cap and sending her a wink I take my beer and head out back to Jimmy’s office, passing by girls barely wearing a thing getting ready for the night’s show. His doors open at 11pm and shut at 6am. He sure knows how to have fun.
Kicking the door to his office open he doesn’t jump, he never does, he would have seen me coming. The chick with her lips around his cock on the other hand jolts slightly, a strangled yelp leaves her occupied mouth, his fingers finding the back of her skull and pushing her mouth further down his shaft.
“What the actual fuck man.” Dropping down onto the couch Jimmy starts to laugh and tokes on his blunt while the little lady continues to give him head like it’s not weird as fuck that I’m in the room.
“Oi, man, knock that shit off, will ya?” I wave my hand over the chick whose head is bobbing up and down like she’s bobbing for apples at the fair.
Jimmy taps her shoulder pulling her head up.
“Thanks, doll. Let’s finish this later.” Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she ogles at him and nods.
“If you need a blowie later, big boy, I’d be more than happy to help,” she says walking past me in just a black G-string. I shake my head as I watch her walk out and shut the door.
“Wow, man. Just wow.”
“Right, Bro. She can fuck for days too.”
Pushing my hands into my jean pockets, I pull out my smokes and my phone. Next is my gun and knife. I place all my items on the floor, kick my legs up and lay down on the couch. Placing my hands behind my head I pull my cap down over my eyes.
“What are you hiding out here for this time?” Jimmy asks. He knows me well, too well.
“And who has fucked the Riddler off to the point he has to be here instead of the streets.”
“You wouldn’t even believe it if I told you, brother,” I say rolling my cigarette around in between my fingertips, clicking the lid open-and-shut on my zippo.
“Try me.” I hear him say as he moves closer to me sinking down in the oversized chair across from me that is covered in a god-awful leopard print.
“I swear these coverings change each week,” I reply while lighting my smoke.
“Na, more like once a fucking month. Depends on the mood of the girls and what they want. I swear women are the most painful things to deal with and understand.” Laughing out at him, I suck the smoke deep into my lungs.
“Don’t avoid the question either, brother, something’s up or you wouldn’t be here.”
