Rev
“I thought you said you didn’t know where Mark was!” I growl. This pretty little firecracker was starting to piss me off. First, she thought she could talk her way out of it, and now she’s been straight up lying to me through her teeth. I don’t let anyone play me like that, no matter how great her ass may look in a tight black skirt and green button-down top.
“I told you,” she states, “I don’t know where he is.” She’s trying to hide it, but I can see her trembling. It’s a little hot to see her cower, but I put it out my mind. This chick thinks I’m an idiot, but she persists, “I swear to God I don’t. That’s not Mark... it’s, well, it’s...”
The man outside starts pleading like a bitch. “Jenna!” he calls out. “Come on, baby. Don’t leave me hanging out here all night. I swear to God, Jenna! I’m not going to go until you open the door and tell me why you left me at that bar... Jenna?”
“Goddammit,” she sighs, her head hanging low like she’s embarrassed at her clearly drunk visitor. “His name is Teddy.”
“I thought you said you didn’t have a boyfriend,” I shoot back before I can even think to stop myself. “So, who the fuck is this?”
“I never said I didn’t have a boyfriend,” she replies, with an air of innocence. “But for the record, I don’t, and even if I did, it wouldn’t be Teddy.”
“Whatever. Who is he?” I demand. This girl is testing my last fucking nerve.
“He’s just...” she trails off as if she’s searching for the right word. She looks defensive and tense. I must have struck a nerve. “We’re seeing each other. Not, like, exclusively or anything. Just... seeing each other. That’s it.”
I flash her a sneering smile. “So, you’re fucking.”
She blushes as she nods. The pink in her cheeks brings more life to that beautiful face. The sadistic part of me loves to watch her squirm like this, especially over a prick like the man standing outside.
While I’d love to see her get redder in the face, I’ve got work to do, and I don’t have time for this bullshit. I stiffen up a bit before I point my knife towards the door. “Tell whoever the fuck it is to get out of here,” I instruct her as I start to duck out of sight of the doorway. “And if you even try to pull something on me by trying to run or sending that drunk ass a message, I’ll make sure you never get out of this building alive. You got it?”
Jenna nods, and I back away towards the coat closet. It’s just wide enough to hold my thick frame without me having to duck down or suck in my chest and stomach. I leave it open wide enough so that I can watch Jenna’s every move but am still covered by the shadows of the few, dingy leather coats hanging over my head.
I watch as Jenna straightens out the hem of her skirt. That apple round, tight ass wiggles and shakes a bit as she shimmies in her clothes. She then throws her long, corn-silk ponytail behind her shoulder, letting it fall down her straight back. For someone who swears up and down that she doesn’t have a boyfriend, she’s sure trying hard to impress. She even readjusts her posture to stand a little taller in her bare feet. I hadn’t noticed she wasn’t wearing any shoes until now.
With a deep breath, she opens the door just slightly. I see the face of a plain-looking preppy joke leaning up against the frame. His arm dangles over his head.
“Finally,” he coos towards Jenna, “I thought you were going to make me wait all night. I’m gl—”
She cuts him off before he can say another word, “What are you doing here, Teddy? I didn’t say you could come back here. Or follow me either!” Her long fingers dance along the inside of the wooden door with the tapping of her nails breaking the awkward silence between him.
Teddy leans even closer to her, so much so that she has to take a giant step backward to avoid his drunk stammering. “I didn’t think I needed an invitation. I didn’t that time before–back in your apartment.”He reaches out to grab an errant strand of hair, twisting it around his finger until she pulls away, apparently disgusted—though I honestly can’t fully tell if it’s with him or herself.
“That was a mistake, Teddy,” she corrects him, her tone hushed and urgent. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you. I’m sorry if you think I led you on—I really am—but it’s not going to happen. Not tonight, not ever again. Capisce?”
Jenna scolds him like the fucking baby that he clearly is. For all that sass she was giving me earlier, she seems to have no problem putting this douche in his place. Outside a fuck quick fucks, I couldn’t see what Jenna, or any woman for that matter, would want from that kind of guy.
He laughs. “A mistake? Fuck you, Jenna. You sure weren’t calling it a mistake when you were screaming out my name—” He leans too far toward her again. She takes a quick step to the side so that he falls straight into her apartment. This sad, stringy lump of a guy nearly breaks his damn neck on the coffee table. He just barely avoids smashing into it and instead falls face-first onto the floor.
He stands up, dusting himself off and laughing idiotically. “See, baby?” He grins. “Even gravity can’t keep me away from you.” He smirks before stumbling back, landing on the side of the old sofa.
Jenna heaves a long sigh and tries pushing him the other way, but he doesn’t take the bait. “How the hell did you even get here in this state, Teddy?”
He shrugs and slumps onto the sofa. She walks back toward her purse. “Jesus Christ. Look, just—just sit here on the couch for a sec. No—” Teddy moves to lay on the sofa, looking drowsier by the second, but Jenna heads him off. “—no, sit.” He sits up straight, like a dog obeying his master. “I’m gonna call you a cab, all right?”
This makes him spring up from his spot as if the thought has reanimated him. “What for?” he demands, slurring his way through a two-word sentence. “I’m totally good to drive. C’mon, let’s take a trip. We can go anywhere you want.” His hands grab her by the hips and position her so that her ass leans right into his crotch.
Jenna struggles to break free, but with every sleazy tug, he seems to come up more and more on her until his entire body is draped over her.
“Teddy—the fuck—no—get the hell off of me!”
This is getting to be too much. My blood feels as if it has hit a boiling point. I can deal with a douchebag being skeevy. I can deal with a drunk scumbag macking on a girl like no one’s business. I mean, I’ve been that drunk scumbag plenty of times. But this motherfucker is looking more and more dangerous by the second. And if there’s one thing I ain’t gonna stand by and watch, it’s a girl getting violated like that.
I walk out of the closet towards the living room, in plain sight of the guy. “Hey asshole,” I shout, as menacing as I can. “You heard the lady. Get the fuck off of her.”
He turns to look at me. “Who the hell are you?” he throws back, visibly panic-stricken, but he’s still holding on to Jenna by the waist, almost like a shield. “What are you doing in her apartment?”
I take a step into the light, letting him see me fully. I know my size—and, more importantly, I know what it does to guys, especially those weak pussies who are deluded into thinking they even have a chance with a stunner like Jenna. He cowers from me as I tower over him. I build up my deepest, most brooding voice. “This ain’t her apartment, fella,” I sneer. Jenna catches my eye, and I wink at her slightly. “It’s mine.”
“Your—what? No. That’s not true. That can’t be...” Teddy trails off as he lets go of Jenna, and she slides away. He looks to her for confirmation, but her face has gone ashen white. Teddy looks back at me. “I—Jenna, what the fuck is this? Who is this guy?”
Jenna opens her mouth to respond, but I cut her off. I know what I’m doing. “You thought you were special, huh?” I laugh. “You got played, boy. I’d feel sorry for you, but you don’t look like you could piece it together if you tried.”
Teddy bristles as I walk a little closer to her. My hands flex into fists. “Jenna knows what’s up,” I add, “She knows what she really wants in a man. Yeah, sometimes she goes off the reservation, but she always comes back to me. You got a problem with that, bitch?” I savor saying that last part. This guy is the definition of a male bitch.
“The fuck did you call me?” Alcohol has not been good for this prick. It’s certainly impairing his ability to think through the situation. I’ve got at least five inches and a good sixty pounds on him, and my thick fists could easily put a hole through his chest if I wanted to. But here he is, puffing out his chest like a proud peacock—like he actually thinks he’s gonna fight me.
“I called you a bitch,” I say without blinking. “Jenna’s done with little pencil dicks like you. She wants a man who can always show her a good time. Do you get me? That’s why she left you tonight–to return to me.”
He does that cartoonish double-take again, looking at Jenna, back to me, and then back to Jenna again. “Jenna,” he stammers, “What the hell is going on? You never mentioned another guy...”
Jenna, whose complexion is still pale, doesn’t miss a beat. I’m impressed by how quickly and easily she lies through her teeth. “It’s true, Teddy,” she blurts out like it’s an actual confession. “This is the man I want to be with, and he doesn’t mess around, so you should really get the hell out of here.” She flicks her head toward the open door, gesturing with her chin.
“I’m not going anywhere!” Teddy shouts back, but before he can take another step towards her, the damn dog comes out of nowhere. The round, furry hound lands on his leg, just under his knee, and grabs hold of Teddy’s khaki pants with its teeth and begins to tear. For a little dog, he manages to shred through the cloth within seconds. But then again, it is a bulldog–aggressive little bastards. I dig it.
“Bugsy!” Jenna shouts. “Get off of him!” She tries to grab the dog by his hind legs, but it’s too strong and too focused on its prey. It growls like a dog twice its size while it goes for the skin over and over again. Teddy leaps onto the armchair but misses the landing. He tumbles backward and lands on his arm.
As he fights to stand up, he takes an old metal lamp with him. The gold-plated iron rod swings in his hand with the lamp shade shaking off. He juts it out toward Bugsy who is now cradled in Jenna’s arms.
“Don’t!” Jenna screams as he takes a swing at both of them! “Leave us the hell alone, Teddy!”
“That damn dog needs to be put down! Look what he did to my pants! These cost me a fucking fortune!”
Teddy hoists the lamp up above his head for a second time. Jenna screams again, but I’m there before he can land a direct hit. My hand wraps around his wrist. “Don’t you fucking dare touch her or that dog.”
“Get off of me, man,” Teddy barks while Jenna and Bugsy hurry off towards the back stairway. “I don’t want to have to do something I’ll regret.”
“Is that a promise?” I sneer before I launch a fist directly into his smug, oily face. Like a punching bag, it lurches back and forth until landing back in its place. His eyes tuck closed behind the nose I undoubtedly just broke. I felt them crunch under my knuckles when it landed.
“Fuck!” he cries as I try not to laugh. I have to remember I’m playing the part of the jealous ex-boyfriend defending his territory and his girl. “You’re gonna pay for this, asshole!”
“Not as much as you’re going to have to pay to get that nose fixed, brother.” I snicker. “Luckily for you, by the looks of those pants, I think you could afford a good surgeon.”
I change gears quickly, remembering that I don’t have that much time to mess around and role play with sons of bitches like Teddy. “Now, I’m asking you one more time to get the fuck out of my apartment and to leave my girl alone.” I lift my arm back for him to see. His pale blue eyes grow two sizes bigger at the sight of the red fist and white knuckles trained on his already battered face.
“I’m gone. I’m gone,” he replies. Under his breath, he adds, “But you better hope we don’t fucking meet again, man.”
“It would be my pleasure, Teddy.” I open the door wide for him and push the sucker out. He walks in a zig-zag through the hallway and then fades into the darkness of the complex. I turn back to the dog who now sits at my feet, panting and tongue wagging, with little pieces of khaki fabric stick to his slobbery mouth.
“Well, you’re a feisty one, pal,” I say as I lean down to pet him. “That was a good job you did just now.” Especially for a dog that didn’t even bite me when I walked through the door of the apartment the first time. But hey, at least he has a guard dog deep down inside of him.
Jenna walks over and grabs Bugsy by the collar and drags him towards the sofa. He jumps up next to her while she examines him. The dog’s a clever one–he wants nothing to do with her and jumps back down to the carpet to stand next to me.
Jenna watches the dog’s every move as if this is all a joke. He couldn’t possibly be okay with me and wary of a guy like Teddy. I can’t believe it myself. I thought dogs were supposed to have good instincts about these kinds of things? With a shake of her head, she breaks herself out of the spell, “I don’t know why my dog is so chill with you, but I probably should say thank you or something, yet given the circumstances...”
“You don’t need to say anything,” I say, “It was pretty fucking satisfying punching that pansy in the nose.” I smile back at her, but she keeps that stone-cold expression plastered to her face.
“What’s your name?” she then asks out of the blue.
It hadn’t occurred to me that I haven’t given it to her yet—though it doesn’t matter much in the grand scheme of things. I just want to get what I want from her and move on from here—put this night behind me.
“It’s not important,” I reply. “We need to talk money. You said you could repay your brother’s debts, and I need my cash.”
“What’s your name?” Jenna repeats with an even firmer tone.
“Twenty-three G’s,” I spit out. “That’s what your brother dearest owes my client. You got that or not?”
I have a feeling that if she weren’t sitting down, this is the time she would’ve fallen down in defeat. Instead, she places one hand over her mouth as her eyes widen somewhat, and she seems to think for a moment.
“I don’t have that,” she finally says, meeting my gaze again.
“I didn’t think so.” As soon as she said she was a counselor, I knew this was over for me. It’s not the kind of job that brings in big bucks. Still, there were alternatives. “Then you need to get a hold of your brother so he can pay my client back. If he does, this all goes away for both of you.”
“I told you. I don’t know where my brother is. I haven’t heard from him in a while. I’m just house-sitting until he comes back. And even then, I doubt he has the money either. You said it yourself, we’re not exactly rolling in cash, as you can see.” She gestures to the room. Teddy’s trail from the knocked over chair to the thrown lamp somehow makes this place look even junkier than before.
Jenna’s right. This was a dead end. I’ve dealt with this before, and it usually means grabbing some stuff, taking a car or two, or bringing the punk in for questioning with the client. However, there is no Mark to bring in, and there isn’t a car or even a stereo that could fetch nearly as much as what he owes Enrique—the head drug lord for the Red Dukes.
A thought comes over me as I go through my dwindling options. Before I can even think it through, I step forward and grab Jenna by the arm, forcing her back onto her feet. I throw her purse at her and a sweatshirt she left on the couch. There’s a gym bag worth of clothes lying by the door too, so I throw it over my shoulder as I pull her further towards the door. Once I open it, it dawns on her what’s about to happen.
“You can’t just take me! Stop! Please!”
“You can’t pay me. Your brother can’t pay me. I got no choice, lady.” I manage to toss her out into the hallway, but she darts back inside.
“I’m not going anywhere with you!” She looks panicked, and the dog walks up to her feet and barks. “I’m not going anywhere without Bugsy.”
I bust out laughing as I watch her pick up the graying dog. “It’s a damn dog. He doesn’t even realize what the hell is going on. That’s what you’re upset about?”
“I’m not leaving him alone. If you want me alive, you have to let me take him.”
I roll my eyes at her as I look back down at Bugsy. I can’t believe what I’m about to say. “Fine. Grab him.”
A tiny smile etches on her face as she nestles the little beast tighter to her chest. Without looking at me, she pulls down the long, blue leash from the hook by the door and walks back out.
I close the door behind me, not caring that it’s not locked or that I left a trail of potential evidence in my wake. At this point, all I could think about is the warm bed waiting for me back in my apartment. It’s been one hell of a fucking night, and this Jenna chick has worn me down to the core. Getting this money sure won’t be no easy walk in the park.