Chapter 3: "The first threat"

Woohoo! I finally found some time to write the next chapter!!!  Enjoy this one, cause I don't know when I'll find time to write the next…

Reno woke up late that evening. He felt dizzy and couldn't really hold his head up. He had slept a lot the last two days. Ok, he was one of the laziest people on earth, but he wasn't used to sleeping so much. However, his new bed was so soft and cozy; it was practically calling to him to lie down. Throwing some water on his face in order to wake up, he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked pitiful. His face was pale. His eyes were stained with red veins. His crimson hair was all over the place.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. He tried ineffectively to straighten his hair and clothes and answered it. There stood a beautiful girl with blonde hair and green eyes. She was slim but also juicy. Her tight maid's uniform made the curves of her body even more clear.

Reno's face lightened up. His usual women-attracting smirk returned to his lips.

"Mmm… new meat has been brought to the slaughter-house…" he thought.

"Hello beautiful… Are you new here? Cause I haven't seen you before…" His voice was so sweet and tender, even a female cat would have fallen for him.

"Yes, sir, I am. I was ordered to tell you to go immediately to Mr. Yazoo's office." She lowered her eyes as she spoke and her hands played nervously with her apron.

"Aww, and she's a shy one too! A new challenge for me! Don't worry sweetie, I'll have you out and about in no time!" he thought, as he gave her his sweetest (and horniest) smile and skipped down the stairs to Yazoo's office.

"Good evening sir. How can I help you?"

"Oh, Reno, I'm glad you're here… I need you to take me to… a place across town. Go and bring the car to the front gate. I'll be there in a minute." Yazoo sounded kind of upset.

"I bet someone owes him money and they're not paying him." Reno thought, as they drove down the main avenue.

"Where exactly do you want me to take you?" he asked.

"Just… keep going. I'll tell you were to stop."

Yazoo looked like a million thoughts were passing at the same time through his head. Reno looked absentmindedly at his side mirror. Not believing what he saw, he looked again more closely. No, there was no doubt about it. It was the same black jeep.

"Nah, there are a lot of people with black jeeps nowadays." Reno thought. But his heart started pounding a bit faster. The jeep didn't seem to want to leave them from its sight. Whenever Reno went a little left, or a little right, it followed them.

Finally, Yazoo said:

"Turn left here."

Reno, who was busy watching the black jeep, turned the steering wheel at the last moment, making the wheels screech.

"What the …?" Yazoo glared at him, as he held onto the seat, so that he wouldn't fly headfirst out the window.

"Sorry…" Reno blushed.

"Stop right here." Yazoo said. He straightened his jacket, stepped out and disappeared in an alleyway.

Reno stepped out of the car and looked around. No jeep. He let out a sigh of relief. Just then, he realized where he was. He was standing right in front of his old apartment! He took another look around. There was the bar, the dump, the old buildings, everything!

"What on earth is a man like Yazoo doing in a place like this?" he thought.

Some drunken punks passed in front of him. He heard the tapping of a whore's high heels on the pavement, down the road. He quickly got back into the car. A feeling of disgust for his old life came over him. He didn't want to go back there. He had tried too hard to escape. He feared that, if he stepped out of the car, the neighborhood would suck him back in.

Someone knocked on the window. He slowly opened it. It was Yazoo.

"Hey… let's go home…"he said. Then he noticed the expression on Reno's face.

"What happened? You look like you saw a ghost or something!"

"NO, nothing… nothing happened…"

He started the car. Yazoo sat in the back. As they drove out of the alleyway and into the main road, Reno saw the black jeep parked a few yards down the road. When it saw them, it started its engine. Reno panicked. He quickly turned into the avenue. The jeep was right behind them.

"Um, sir?" Reno said.

"What is it Reno?"

"Sir, I think that someone is following us…and they don't seem to have good intentions!"

Something like a flash of lightening passed through Yazoo's eyes. Then, everything was calm.

"No. It's not my turn…yet…" he said, determination marked in his voice.

Reno looked confused.

"Look, I don't know what you're talking about, but I want my head to stay right were it is, and not fly off by some bullet! I'll try to lose them."

Accelerating, he drove into some dark alleyways. The jeep followed. After a lot of chasing, Reno drove into a dead-end. Fortunately, the jeep didn't see them turn, and passed by them. Cautiously, Reno drove back to the main road. They were home in five minutes. Stepping out of the car, Yazoo noticed Reno's pale face and shaking hands.

"Don't worry. The car is bullet-proof."

Reno let out a sigh of relief. "And you didn't tell me before?"

Yazoo laughed and walked inside.