Deep breaths. Pushing the fear out of my mind, I took a second to figure out what happened. From the rearview mirror, I could see he hit me and he was backing up to do it again. We were far enough away from the Starbucks that no one gave us any attention. Just stay in the car. But he surprised me. He didn’t hit me a second time. He got out of his car and walked to my window again, tapping on it. I wasn’t getting out of this car. He bent his arm and swung toward the window.
I had to get out of this car.
One way or the other, he was going to get me out of this car. Might as well do it on my terms, before I was showered with glass and had a BMW window to pay for in addition to the tail end. On top of ten thousand dollars.
I swung the door open and stepped out before his arm connected with the window. Thank God.
“You think you’re cute, don’t you? Bitch, you got my money?”
“I just need a little more time.”
“Time? You’re out of time. The pawn shop won’t even take my shit since that damn diamond stunt you pulled.”
“I didn’t buy the drugs. Emmett did. Why don’t you take this up with him?”
His hands came up toward my head. My heart pounded against my rib cage at such a pace I couldn’t breathe. He’s going to crush me. His palms hit the metal of the car frame. I didn’t relax, but I said a little prayer.
At least I wasn’t dead. Yet.
His face came barreling toward me.
“Sweetheart, I hate to break it to you but your husband is a loser. Squeezing him ain’t gonna get me my money. Squeezing you might. And you wrote the check. After that diamond stunt, I should kill you. I want cash now.”
He reached into his pocket. Gun. That’s the only thing guys like Daniel pull out of their pocket. I had to do something and quick. I curled my foot around his leg and bit my bottom lip. “Maybe, we could work out some other arrangement?” I said as I moved the denim of his pant leg gently up and down with the tip of my sandal.
His laugh sounded more like a grunt. “After those chunks of plastic? Not if you were the last woman on Earth.”
Being cute was not going to get me out of this, and there was not much else to me. God, I wish I was smart like Tiffany. Then it hit me. I had one other asset. My eyes flashed down to where our legs were for a millisecond. I pushed my lower body forward a bit, so I’d be in a better position, sure the dumbass would just think I was still flirting with him. “Are you sure?” I asked.
I had no idea if he would consider it or not, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was distracting him for that fraction of a second gave me time to bring my knee up and pound it into the crotch of his jeans. Daniel folded at the waist, grabbing his crotch with both hands. I slid one foot and then the other slightly to the left to give myself more room. Time to practice my high kick for the first time in years. My stiletto heel caught Daniel’s jaw with enough force to knock him off balance. Daniel slapped the parking lot as a bike pulled up less than a foot from me.
“Are you okay?”
I stepped over Daniel’s feet on the ground and jumped on the bike behind Enrique. “We need to get out of here.”
He took his helmet off and handed it to me. “Wear this.”
“Just go!”
“Hang on.”
I slipped one arm around Enrique and pushed the helmet over my head using my free hand. Then I leaned forward, closing my arms around him. Daniel couldn’t follow us right now thank God, but we needed to get as much distance between us as possible. Wind hit me in the face as we darted in and out of traffic.
“You’re going to get us killed!” I screamed.
“You just drop kicked a drug dealer. I think you can handle a bumpy ride.”
We turned into the parking lot of a gated apartment building. Enrique pulled a card from his pocket and waived it in front of the gate. The iron bars slid apart, and we
I had to get out of this car.
One way or the other, he was going to get me out of this car. Might as well do it on my terms, before I was showered with glass and had a BMW window to pay for in addition to the tail end. On top of ten thousand dollars.
I swung the door open and stepped out before his arm connected with the window. Thank God.
“You think you’re cute, don’t you? Bitch, you got my money?”
“I just need a little more time.”
“Time? You’re out of time. The pawn shop won’t even take my shit since that damn diamond stunt you pulled.”
“I didn’t buy the drugs. Emmett did. Why don’t you take this up with him?”
His hands came up toward my head. My heart pounded against my rib cage at such a pace I couldn’t breathe. He’s going to crush me. His palms hit the metal of the car frame. I didn’t relax, but I said a little prayer.
At least I wasn’t dead. Yet.
His face came barreling toward me.
“Sweetheart, I hate to break it to you but your husband is a loser. Squeezing him ain’t gonna get me my money. Squeezing you might. And you wrote the check. After that diamond stunt, I should kill you. I want cash now.”
He reached into his pocket. Gun. That’s the only thing guys like Daniel pull out of their pocket. I had to do something and quick. I curled my foot around his leg and bit my bottom lip. “Maybe, we could work out some other arrangement?” I said as I moved the denim of his pant leg gently up and down with the tip of my sandal.
His laugh sounded more like a grunt. “After those chunks of plastic? Not if you were the last woman on Earth.”
Being cute was not going to get me out of this, and there was not much else to me. God, I wish I was smart like Tiffany. Then it hit me. I had one other asset. My eyes flashed down to where our legs were for a millisecond. I pushed my lower body forward a bit, so I’d be in a better position, sure the dumbass would just think I was still flirting with him. “Are you sure?” I asked.
I had no idea if he would consider it or not, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was distracting him for that fraction of a second gave me time to bring my knee up and pound it into the crotch of his jeans. Daniel folded at the waist, grabbing his crotch with both hands. I slid one foot and then the other slightly to the left to give myself more room. Time to practice my high kick for the first time in years. My stiletto heel caught Daniel’s jaw with enough force to knock him off balance. Daniel slapped the parking lot as a bike pulled up less than a foot from me.
“Are you okay?”
I stepped over Daniel’s feet on the ground and jumped on the bike behind Enrique. “We need to get out of here.”
He took his helmet off and handed it to me. “Wear this.”
“Just go!”
“Hang on.”
I slipped one arm around Enrique and pushed the helmet over my head using my free hand. Then I leaned forward, closing my arms around him. Daniel couldn’t follow us right now thank God, but we needed to get as much distance between us as possible. Wind hit me in the face as we darted in and out of traffic.
“You’re going to get us killed!” I screamed.
“You just drop kicked a drug dealer. I think you can handle a bumpy ride.”
We turned into the parking lot of a gated apartment building. Enrique pulled a card from his pocket and waived it in front of the gate. The iron bars slid apart, and we
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