Friday, May 17, 2019

Daring Destiny ~ Part 43


“Fabian Cortez,” Rainy said firmly, raising her hand up to meet the door to stop its closing. “I’m here with the service.”
Fabian looked her up and down as he licked his lips. Rainy felt her stomach turn at the thought of even a finger of his touching her.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she snapped. “I’m not on the menu. I’m here to see about the merchandise you acquired.”
“The service has never sent a watch dog to look after me,” snarled Fabian.
“They have now,” said Hoyte as he stepped in the doorway. Rainy glanced at him over her shoulder and was surprised to see how menacing he looked. It was almost as if he had made his stature twice as large and his emerald eyes burned with caution that Fabian should watch his step.
“Fine,” said Fabian throwing up his hands. “I ain’t done nothing I haven’t done before. The service hasn’t had any complaints about my girls and I’ve always been under the impression they appreciate how my girls mind their manners, so to speak.”
Rainy pushed past Fabian and marched toward what she decided had to be the bedroom in the small apartment. She shoved open the door and then bit back a gasp as she saw a woman sitting on the edge of the bed sobbing. The woman’s blonde hair was plastered to her forehead caked in dried blood and dirt.
“She tried to run,” said Fabian. “I caught her on the phone twice. I know how the service feels about runners.”
The woman looked at Rainy with two bruised cheeks that matched the purple rim around her left eye. She held up her hands which were zip tied and Rainy could see blood from where the zip ties had bore into the skin.
Anger swelled through Rainy’s body as a final look into the woman’s eyes and Rainy knew the woman had not only been beat, she had been drugged.
“Is this how you treat women?” Rainy yelled. “You are a nasty piece of work and I am taking her with me now.”
Fabian narrowed his eyes. “You’re not taking her anywhere. In fact, I’m not sure you’re from the service at all.”
He reached for his pocket as Rainy saw the flash of the gun’s metal in her mind’s eye.
“Gun!” she screamed.
Hoyte grabbed the man’s arm before he could retrieve his weapon. Thrusting the arm up and behind the man’s back, Fabian let out a scream of anguish. Using his free hand, Hoyte ran his fingers across the restrained palm. Rainy hurried over, grabbed the gun from the man’s waistline, and pointed it at him.
“The service is upset,” said Hoyte after reading Fabian’s palm. “You’ve been sending them diseased girls. You might know how to train them, but you’re also cursing them with your filth. Thankfully, it’s a curable STD, but the service doesn’t appreciate their complaint department being overrun because you can’t keep it in your pants. So we are taking this girl and getting her treated.”
“I didn’t know,” screamed Fabian. “I was told it was fine. I was told to work the girls over until their spirits broke. I’m sorry. Don’t kill me.”
Hoyte let the man go and then wiped his hands as if trying to rid them of imaginary dirt.
“We should kill you,” said Rainy, remembering she was supposed to be the boss and Hoyte the muscle. “But we’ll get this woman checked out first and if the service decides you need to be eradicated, they will send the appropriate people. If I were you, I would go get a test, get some antibiotics and then call the service. Fix your mess before you bother them.”
She turned and walked toward the woman. Rainy crouched before the woman and softened her face. “You don’t know me, but I’m here to help you. Will you come with me and my friend? We’ll get you to a doctor and see to it that you’re safe.”

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