over to your left." He winked, then
followed with a, "What can I get you to drink?"
"Bottled water will be fine." I wanted liquor, but I
needed to feel the situation out first. It didn't take much
to give me a buzz, and I wasn't sure how much work I
had to put in to get Arnez's attention.
I looked over at the table the waiter informed me
about, and saw Arnez sitting there, having an intense
conversation with another gentleman. I then noticed a
man standing behind him who I recognized from the
pictures Steve showed me as being his bodyguard. I
wasn't quite sure how I was going to pull this shit off. He
came across just like the man on the elevator; too much
business on his mind to think about sniffing after some
pussy. The red dress I was rockin' wasn't going to be a
powerful enough tool. I needed to be butt-ass naked to
pull this shit off.
I ordered some food that I knew I wasn't going to
be able to eat, not because I wasn't starving, but figuring
out how to maneuver this shit was consuming too much
of my energy to devour any food. As the time ran away, I was coming up short.
I went to the bathroom twice, switching my ass
slowly hoping to get a glimmer of his attention, but got
nothing. The bodyguard was so in tuned to watching over
his boss that he didn't even glance in my direction. A
bitch was stuck.
Once my dinner came, I used the fork to play
with my food, wishing for a miracle to fall in my lap, but
death seemed to land instead. As my mind was wandering
about, my eyes fell upon a familiar face. Devon had just
entered the restaurant, dressed in all black, and I knew he
had come gunning for me. How did this motherfucker know
I was here? Maybe the dude on the elevator really was after me,
but was playing it cool so I wouldn'tget suspicious. Oh shit, I can't
believe it! I have to get the hell out this place, now)! There has to be
a back )))ay out!
I turned my face away, hoping that Devon had not
yet noticed where I was sitting. At the same time, I was
searching for my waiter so he could tell me how to get
the fuck outta here. My hands and legs were shaking so
badly that my knees were knocking up against the bottom
of the table. I didn't see my waiter anywhere, and I didn't
know what the fuck to do. I didn't have a weapon on me,
so I grabbed at the knife on the table but quickly dropped
it, knowing it wouldn't do shit for my cause. My brain
was spinning, determined to come up with a plan, and I
decided precisely what my next move would be.
I grabbed my purse and slid from my chair, and
walked directly up to Arnez's table. His bodyguard moved forward, and Arnez put his hand up as if telling him it
was okay. "Yes?" Was the only word he spoke in a calm
but firm voice. The man sitting across from him looked
up at me, and then back at Arnez.
"Don't make it obvious, but the man standing near
the entrance dressed in all black is here to kill you."
"How do you know?"
"Because when I went to the bathroom, I overheard
a gentleman on the phone giving a description of a man
that needed to be taken out. I didn't realize he was talking
about you until I sat down and looked over at your table.
You've been warned."
Arnez immediately tapped his bodyguard and
nodded his head as if directing him to look forward. From
where he was sitting, his view was somewhat obscured,
and I guess he needed someone he trusted to legitimize
what I said. I slightly turned my head to see if Devon
was still standing in the same spot, but to my horror he
was coming in my direction, and right beside him was the
big burly man who opened the car door for the mystery
man I saw on the elevator. Damn! That nigga brought backup
so just in case he missed, somebody else would fznish the job. Were
the rest of those motherfuckers in them trucks here for me too? Oh
shit, I m fucker!
As I saw them getting closer, I turned back around
to Arnez, and that's when I caught his bodyguard pulling
out his
followed with a, "What can I get you to drink?"
"Bottled water will be fine." I wanted liquor, but I
needed to feel the situation out first. It didn't take much
to give me a buzz, and I wasn't sure how much work I
had to put in to get Arnez's attention.
I looked over at the table the waiter informed me
about, and saw Arnez sitting there, having an intense
conversation with another gentleman. I then noticed a
man standing behind him who I recognized from the
pictures Steve showed me as being his bodyguard. I
wasn't quite sure how I was going to pull this shit off. He
came across just like the man on the elevator; too much
business on his mind to think about sniffing after some
pussy. The red dress I was rockin' wasn't going to be a
powerful enough tool. I needed to be butt-ass naked to
pull this shit off.
I ordered some food that I knew I wasn't going to
be able to eat, not because I wasn't starving, but figuring
out how to maneuver this shit was consuming too much
of my energy to devour any food. As the time ran away, I was coming up short.
I went to the bathroom twice, switching my ass
slowly hoping to get a glimmer of his attention, but got
nothing. The bodyguard was so in tuned to watching over
his boss that he didn't even glance in my direction. A
bitch was stuck.
Once my dinner came, I used the fork to play
with my food, wishing for a miracle to fall in my lap, but
death seemed to land instead. As my mind was wandering
about, my eyes fell upon a familiar face. Devon had just
entered the restaurant, dressed in all black, and I knew he
had come gunning for me. How did this motherfucker know
I was here? Maybe the dude on the elevator really was after me,
but was playing it cool so I wouldn'tget suspicious. Oh shit, I can't
believe it! I have to get the hell out this place, now)! There has to be
a back )))ay out!
I turned my face away, hoping that Devon had not
yet noticed where I was sitting. At the same time, I was
searching for my waiter so he could tell me how to get
the fuck outta here. My hands and legs were shaking so
badly that my knees were knocking up against the bottom
of the table. I didn't see my waiter anywhere, and I didn't
know what the fuck to do. I didn't have a weapon on me,
so I grabbed at the knife on the table but quickly dropped
it, knowing it wouldn't do shit for my cause. My brain
was spinning, determined to come up with a plan, and I
decided precisely what my next move would be.
I grabbed my purse and slid from my chair, and
walked directly up to Arnez's table. His bodyguard moved forward, and Arnez put his hand up as if telling him it
was okay. "Yes?" Was the only word he spoke in a calm
but firm voice. The man sitting across from him looked
up at me, and then back at Arnez.
"Don't make it obvious, but the man standing near
the entrance dressed in all black is here to kill you."
"How do you know?"
"Because when I went to the bathroom, I overheard
a gentleman on the phone giving a description of a man
that needed to be taken out. I didn't realize he was talking
about you until I sat down and looked over at your table.
You've been warned."
Arnez immediately tapped his bodyguard and
nodded his head as if directing him to look forward. From
where he was sitting, his view was somewhat obscured,
and I guess he needed someone he trusted to legitimize
what I said. I slightly turned my head to see if Devon
was still standing in the same spot, but to my horror he
was coming in my direction, and right beside him was the
big burly man who opened the car door for the mystery
man I saw on the elevator. Damn! That nigga brought backup
so just in case he missed, somebody else would fznish the job. Were
the rest of those motherfuckers in them trucks here for me too? Oh
shit, I m fucker!
As I saw them getting closer, I turned back around
to Arnez, and that's when I caught his bodyguard pulling
out his
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