Priceless

I don’t know if my blood is boiling after being played like a fool or the rush of adrenaline after nearly getting hit just now when I ran that red light. I can take anything a person can throw at me, just as long as it isn’t an eighteen wheeler. I mean compare that to me on my bike, I would look like a mouse in comparison. My mind isn’t thinking street right now and Donny and J.P. tailing me isn’t helping me at all. Right now I just want to shake em’ off and go bust a cap in someone’s ass and that would usually call in the favor of Jerry’s place. Jerry being a very close friend of the “family,” letting us use his shooting range to let off a little steam. I waited for the light to turn red again at a four way intersection before driving into the middle of the street making a U-turn causing cars to beep and one to drive into a pole. J.P.’s car slid to a screeching stop in the middle of the intersection and I show my cocky-ness by doing a wheelie and driving away.

Granted my stunt is defiantly going to attain some fed attention -which is usually avoided -I couldn’t help but smile to myself. They most likely will clear the place before they get nailed for anything, but I just can’t wait to see their face’s when they finally catch up to me. With that turn I made J.P. was probably on the verge of stripping his gears and that’s why he probably stopped chasing me. Oh God is he going to come down on me when he finally finds me, well…that is if I don’t already have a firearm in my grasp.

I pulled up to an open range firearm parking lot when I noticed someone smoking by the entrance flagging me down. I cut the engine and took my helmet off as I walked over to him where he was standing by the door. He was tall, I’d assume about 6 foot 5 inches, body lean, but I figure there may be some hidden muscle underneath that leather jacket. His dark partially blonde highlighted hair was a little on the long side but it made him look hot with his cinnamon brown eyes that studied me as I approached him. Granted I don’t know who he is or why he called me over I can’t help but look at him. He flicked his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it muttering something underneath his breath.

“You called me over?” I asked a little inpatient.

He flipped his hair and smiled at me, “Why yes I did love,” his voice had a British accent and I couldn’t help but melt, well on the inside.

“Love? Do I know you?” I asked him.

He frowned a bit, but then he slowly turned his frown into a smile, “No you don’t, but I can’t say the same.”

I raised an eyebrow, “excuse me?”

He took his phone out and flipped it open before coming to my side and kissing my cheek. There was a flash and I quickly moved away and he laughed. “It’s a keeper,” he said looking his cell.

“Who are you?”

“That is a question that shall be answered in due time, Love.” He snapped his cell shut and slipped it into his pocket, “As for now dwell upon this question, is he a wolf in sheep’s clothing? And does making him dangerous also make him sexy?” he leaned toward me and kissed my forehead, “until next time, Love.” He smiled and then walked away leaving me slightly stunned.

Never in my life have I seen such a forward man approach me with an almost gentlemen like aura around him. He seemed almost like a prince in a fairy tale, well…maybe a badass prince that incited women with his charisma. I walked inside and looked at Jerry who was sitting behind the counter watching ESPN when he finally noticed me.

“Is it hot outside? Your face is completely red.” He said and my hand went to my face. “Ahh I get it,” he stood up and walked over to me, “You ran into Aaron outside didn’t you?”

“Aaron?” so that’s what his name is.

He nodded, “that S.O.B. always have some effect on women similar to you. God I wish I was him! A young 23 year old that’s one hell of a babe magnet and killer when holding a piece,” he sighed.

“We’re all killers when we hold a piece.” I noted.

“Yeah but he makes it look like a work of art,” he wagged his chubby finger at me, “not a lot of kids like him around make you believe they are the death incarnate.”

I scuffed, “There’s me.”

He smiled, “You Hun are the angel of death. A last version one would want to see before taking one.” I laughed, “So watcha doin here anyways? Did someone rattle your chains?”

“You know it.” I jumped onto the counter and sat on the glass, “A certain asshole with the initials Z.Y.”

Jerry shook his head, “You’d think that kid would understand by now that with a snap of the finger we could have his balls in a vise.” Jerry walked to the back room mumbling to himself, funny. He called Zeke a kid, and by what Zeke and I almost did earlier one wouldn’t call that kid-like behavior. From the look of it, it almost seemed as if Zeke wanted to prove to me he was a man. “So where are Donny and J.P.?” Jerry called from the back room.

“On their way,” I think.

He emerged with a set of noise canceling headphones and my M9 Beretta 9MM pistol. I smiled as I picked it up and checked the chamber noticing it was empty, but clean. “She was just cleaned last night so if you want you can take her home.” I placed the gun on the counter and jumped off to the floor.

“Call down to Jack and tell him to set up my favorite targets,” I grabbed the gun and headphones, “I’ll fill her up and be down there in a minute.” I waved to Jerry and walked to the next room full of ammo and filled up my piece. I clicked the safety off and continued my way downstairs where Jack stood by a locked door and buzzed me in. I waved at him and he waved back.

“You’re already set up,” he said over the intercom and I made my way to the fifth stall to see my targets with Zeke’s face on them. I placed my Headphones on and then put on protective goggles that were set out for me before taking aim. I pulled the trigger and felt the backlash of power as I did shot after shot. I aim for his face, his Adam’s apple, and most important his dick so he couldn’t fuck anyone else for as long as he lives. “Yo Andy,” Jack said over the intercom, “D and J.P. are here.” I waved at him and took off my headphones as they walked towards me.

“Blowing off steam I see,” Donny said eyeballing my gun.

I laughed and placed the gun on the counter, “looks like the fed didn’t catch you.”

“That’s not something to laugh at,” J.P. snapped, “my tires are completely messed up now.”

“Well it was only the tires that were trashed, I mean with that turn it could have been worse,” Donny said and hit the button bringing my target up close, “Damn.” He said eyeing the perfect aim I did through the crotch.

“Yeah,” J.P. added slowly.

I picked up my gun and flipped the safety on, “Exhibit A of why not to piss me off.” I looked up at J.P. “What time is it?”

He glanced at his wrist, “Five thirty.”

5:30… where I want to go is a good hour away, and with traffic I’ll be there most likely around seven. “Are you guys planning on following me the rest of the night?” they both nodded, “Well I feel like partying.”

“Club Venus,” Donny sounded happy.

“Club Venus?!” Jack said over the intercom and I nodded in his direction, “Damn I’m in!” Jack has to be around his mid-thirties, but usually gets away with his twenties looking face and scores a lot. Lately he hasn’t been out and I guess now is the perfect time to hit the club that doesn’t charge entrance fees, that is if you’re a part of the family. The three of us walked out of the basement soon followed but Jack who looked excited. Jerry saw us coming up and gave the four of us a weird look before registering Jack’s goofy grin. “We closing up early tonight Jerry.” Jack said.

“Says the ass that doesn’t even run the place,” Jerry sneered. “Why would I close up early?”

“We,” Jack pointed to everyone, “Are hitting Venus tonight.” He wiggled his eyebrows, “come on Jerry you know you wanna come with us.”

“And why would a middle aged man go to a club?” he asked.

“Because it ladies night,” Jack said trying to convince Jerry who was looking like he was going to reconsider. Jerry isn’t all that bad looking, a little on the chubby side, but he is decent if you go for the silver hair, man of power, and money type. Maybe a chubby version of George Clooney which still isn’t bad.

“Fine,” Jerry gave in, “I’ll close the place up and meet you there.”

Jack practically ran to his car as the three of us walked out and went to our own rides. “Don’t pull anymore punk ass stunts,” J.P. yelled at me as I put on my helmet and revved up the engine. I didn’t even wait for them as I pulled out and entered traffic that was at first loose and then bumper to bumper. J.P. and Donny were right behind me and Jack was a few cars in front beeping like the line would move just because of him. Slowly and I mean SLOWLY the line moved and we sped down the off ramp into faster moving traffic.

I caught up to Jack and J.P. followed closely making sure I don’t end up on the hood of someone’s car. I pulled up next to Jack at a red light and knock on his window and gestured for him to put it down. He did and looked at me and I pointed to J.P.’s car causing him to look out the window just as the light turned green. Quickly taking the lead I sped in front of him as his car quickly went blazing behind me like it was all a race. Drifting took over driving as we made our way up the street where the line for Venus was growing. We pulled up in tire smoke as a couple of guys rushed to us in black suits and uniforms.

At Venus we are almost like celebrities that don’t need to wait at the door or pay for our drinks. Parking is taken care for us and we are greeted with the security for the evening along with Big Ben who stood at the door handling the crowd. I took my helmet off and handed it over to the valet guy along with the keys as Jack came over to me.

“Party time,” he said before walking to Big Ben and said hello.

J.P. and Donny walked up to me and I gestured to go inside when people from the crowded line started yelling that they were with us. Its funny to watch people lie through their teeth when it comes to this club’s entrée since its being owned under one of the many family names. That being every member is known some way or another so a random person can’t easily pass themselves off as one of us. I smiled as I passed in front of them and slipped Big Ben a pack to help him through the night of restless partyers. We entered a scene of lights, smoke, music, and heavy-sexual dancing that would entice any man. I looked at Donny and J.P. and dragged them to the dance floor where I unleashed what little frustrations I had left inside of me.

The three of us at some point got separated as I felt someone press against me and hands slither around my hips. I moved closer and rubbed against my partner’s lower part gaining a low groan making me dance even more intense. The more we danced, the closer we became that I swear it was almost like having sex on the dance floor. Both of us were sweaty and breathing heavily that I almost felt like taking him home with me that is until I spotted J.P. coming towards us from behind the guy. I gave the guy a swift kiss goodbye and ducked into the dancing crowd making my way to the bar.

“Yo Cal,” I said jumping over the bar, “Hit me up with a Vodka martini.”

Cal a red headed bar tender and hit man looked at me, “Do you not see that I’m busy?”

I faked a pout, “Do you not see that I’ve had a long day I want to forget it?”

“Busy,” he said from over his shoulder.

“Screw you,” I snapped and looked at the people sitting at the bar, “What are you people drinking?”

“Black Russian.”

“Diamond Martini.”

“Vesper Martini.”

“Perfect,” I grabbed them one by one and downed the drinks like water. Can’t say I prefer these drinks over the straight hard Russian vodka but hell, beggars can’t be choosers. Hey did you know that Vodka in Russian means water? Yeah I know its funny right? I started feeling the tiniest bit of a buzz in the back of my mind and decided the swipe a red bottle of vodka straight from the liquor cabinet. I jumped the counter and headed to the private room where the rest of the gang was to drink this bottle down. I won’t lie on the way to the room I was chugging most of the bottle myself and started feeling a little over the edge, but I didn’t show it. I’ve learned to put my liquor away a long time ago during my sweet sixteen birthday party.

Halfway to the room there is a hallway where the bathrooms are a.k.a. fuck central. People either start making out in the hall and then make their way into the bathroom or go straight to the stall for a quick-y. Never had the place bothered me until I ran into a surprise guest.

“What are you doing here?” a familiar voice said from behind me and I turned to notice Roderick looking at me. Where the hell did he come from?

I brought the bottle away from my lips and looked at him carefully. No messy shirt, pants on like normal, face sweat free, and no sex smell coming off of him hmm… he might be the only person who actually uses the bathroom to use the bathroom and not for sex. “The question is what are you doing here?” I pointed the bottle at him.

“Are you drunk?” he asked eyeing the bottle.

I shrugged my shoulders, “can a penguin fly?” I asked and he move closer revealing a familiar and dangerous man walking behind him with his hand at his side. Our eyes met and I rushed towards Roderick grabbing his shirt and pulling him down as shots filled the room. I quickly rolled to my side dodging a few more bullets as I grabbed my piece from my belt loop letting a few of my bullets rain like hell fire. The man dodged a few and got closer to me just as I let my last clip barrel between his eyes and into his chest. Blood splattered on the wall behind him as he coughed some blood on my face before collapsing to the floor. I got up and picked up the Vodka bottle I had dropped to save Roderick and put it to my mouth only to taste a few drops.

“Damn Prick,” I cussed and kicked the man’s body, “I wanted that drink.”

Jack and Jerry ran from the room and stopped when they saw me and the body in the hall, “What the hell Andrea?” Jerry said under his breath.

“Self-defense,” I stated before I started walking away.

Jack grabbed my arm, “You left a witness alive,” he said and I remembered Roderick who was still on the floor looking quite shaken, “he needs to be disposed.”

“At least make it painless,” Jerry added as he looked at Roderick, “Kid was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.” Jerry sounded grim.

“Are you guys going to kill me?” Roderick asked.

Jerry looked at me and I sighed, “Take him home and I’ll meet you guys there after I get myself another bottle.”