DAMIAN
“Dave, Dave, Dave, what have I told you about fucking with those two?” I ask, holding him up by his jacket lapels, slamming his back and head against the side of the building.
“Fuck you, man. Freedom of speech,” Dave seethes.
“Feeling bold. Not a good choice,” Celeste says, walking up on the other side of Dave. It takes everything in me not to look her up and down, but I need to remain disciplined and handle Dave first. Then I can devour her with my eyes, maybe my lips, maybe my mouth, maybe my dick.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Dave,” Celeste shakes her head. “I’m your worst nightmare in a pair of four-inch stilettos.”
“You don’t scare me.”
“And that’s your biggest mistake,” I inform him.
“What are you gonna do, huh? Beat me? People are around. They can hear and see you,” he mouths off.
I pull out my gun. “Who said anything about beating? You were warned. There are no more chances for you, my friend.”
He laughs. “They’ll hear the shot and catch you. What are you, amateurs?”
Celeste’s face turns red. “Now you pissed me off.” She walks up, punches him in the stomach, then knees him in the balls. The simpering idiot is crying on the ground.
“You bitch!”
“Oh, honey, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” she tells him. She looks up at me. “You mind? I owe this piece of shit for what he put Lucy and Blush through.”
“By all means,” I tell her, stepping back.
“Hear that, Davey? I get you all to myself, and I’m going to fuck you up.”
Dave gets to his feet and tries to land a punch on Celeste’s chin. She catches his fist and his eyes widen.
“Uh oh,” she taunts, twisting his arm behind his back so he cries out in pain. “Start walking.”
I follow behind. Watching Celeste all badass, I’m hard as stone. Fuck if she isn’t something else.
She leads him around the back of the building and keeps walking to where the asphalt meets the desert dirt. A few Russo Security step in closer but not crowding.
Celeste pulls out her gun.
“Can you hold him for a minute?” she asks me.
“Of course.”
“They’re going to hear the shot, you dumb bitch.”
Celeste snorts, then laughs, pulling out her silencer from her purse. Now Dave’s face is full of fear.
“I really wish I could take the time to break a few fingers, maybe cut his tongue out, but I can’t get dirty. I’m expected inside. So, this is how it’s going to go, Dave,” she breathes in his ear. “I’m going to have Damian let you go.” Dave perks up. “That’s right, he’s going to let you go, but I’ll be counting to five and that’s all the time you get to try to disappear. It’s dark out here, shouldn’t be a problem for you, right, Davey boy?” She slaps his cheek.
She looks down then to me and huffs.
“He pissed himself and I didn’t even do anything yet.”
“I told you he was a pussy,” I reply.
“And so you did.” She turns back to Dave. “You ready?” Dave doesn’t answer.
