For some reason most people who vacationed in the Cayman Islands did that as some tourists shit, where I could care less. Peace and quiet was what I came for, as well as a weekend to celebrate my birthday. Yet, I’m here with my family and random strangers in a hotel that only had one towel in a penthouse suite.
“About damn time. One would think after two days of being here and requesting towels each day, you’d figure it out and make sure more were available in here.” I barked, snatching the towels out her hand.
“I just returned from vacation Sir and on behalf of the hotel, I apologize. More towels will be brought up every few hours in order to make sure you’re fully stocked.” The young chick said with a smile on her face. Everything about her said she was too young to be working here.
“How old are you and what’s your position here?”
“Ummmm.” That response alone let me know she was most likely underage. Waiting for a response she finally told me seventeen and that she’s been working there for a year with a permit. She only came in on the weekends and sometimes during the week if someone called out.
“Where’s your parents? They don’t have a job. Why the fuck you working here and at this time of night?” It was only 9:30 but in my opinion it was too late for someone her age to be out working or out at all. Especially with people being tourists; anything could happen to her.
“My mom is home with my three siblings and my dad works as the hotel manager.” Now her tone was snooty and she stood there with an attitude.
“Who the fuck you talking to like that?” My voice must’ve scared her because she jumped back. I reached out and wrapped my hand around her hair almost snapping her neck. She had me all the way fucked up.
“I’ll detach your head from your body right now if you don’t watch your got damn mouth.”
“I’m sorry for bothering you.” It wasn’t my intention to chastise her yet it felt necessary because of the way she spoke and how she was dressed.
Most hotels required you to wear khaki pants or shorts with polo shirts and a clean pair of sneakers. She had on a pair of skintight shorts, a tank top with a bra that pushed her breasts up to make them look bigger and a pair of flat open toe sandals with the straps that go up to the kneecap. That definitely does not seem like someone who works here and if so, her father needed to be smacked for allowing her to come in here like that.
“Show me who your father is.” Still having my hand wrapped around her hair, I closed the door to my room and kept her in that same position walking to the elevator.
“Please Sir. I’m sorry.” She tried prying my hand off but my strength was too much for her. Tossing her inside the elevator, I pressed the lobby button. When the doors closed, she started crying.
“Don’t cry now. Your ass was talking shit a few minutes ago. Keep that same energy.” I spoke watching the numbers light up as we went down floor by floor. Of course the penthouse was at the top so it took a few minutes to get down. Once the bell rang to let us know it was our floor, she moved closer to the doors.
“HELP ME! HE’S TRYING TO RAPE ME?” The little bitch yelled and tried to run. I grabbed her by the back of her neck and stuffed the tip of my gun down her throat. People were staring, gasping and one person was already on the phone calling the cops because I heard her say,“He had a gun and to send an officer right away.”
“Tha fuck you just say?” Fear and terror was written on her face.
“Cuz what you doing to that little girl?” I heard Raul saying behind me with a laugh.
“This bitch said I was tryna rape her.” The girl was now crying and shaking her head no.
“Welp, I can’t help you then. It’s one thing to say some slick shit but using the word rape was crazy.” He stood on the side of me shaking his head.
“How much longer you gonna be? I’m hungry and if we gotta get rid of her that’s going to take a minute.” I put my finger on the trigger and went to squeeze but felt a hand on my arm.
“I think she gets it.” Her voice pissed me off because where the fuck did she come from.
CHAPTER 8
Kateri
Seeingthat little girl crying her eyes out had me feeling some kind of way. I’m not sure why Cairo had a gun jammed down her throat and I didn’t care. It had to be a reason for him to do something that drastic but I wanted him to remove it because of how terrified the girl was.
People were staring and there was no doubt in my mind that if he was that bold in pulling a gun out, he’d definitely pull the trigger. In my head, telling him to stop he would but that backfired.
“Cairo, she’s young and I’m sure she’s sorry for whatever she did.” My hand was still resting on his arm.
“Bitch if you don’t get your got damn hand off me, I’ll shoot it off.” He snapped making me remove it. As much as I wanted to go back and forth with him, now wasn’t the time but he was definitely going to hear my mouth later.
“Come on Cairo. I’m sure she’ll never talk shit again.” Raul said and the girl was shaking her head. Snatching the gun outher mouth, I looked down and gasped seeing two teeth on the ground.
“Watch your fucking mouth next time you see me.” The girl stood there holding her mouth to stop the bleeding but it was seeping through her hands.
“Brandy! What the hell did you do now?” A man stormed over with anger on his face. He looked at the girl, then Cairo, then the girl again.
