I have not written in a long time and now I just cannot stop! It's weird. Anyway, I hope the plot isn't slowing down or starting to suck. I'd love some reviews! Does no one read my story anymore, or what? Hope you all like this chapter.
Milo woke up, an arm wrapped around her bare waist; she looked over at Trey, his face peaceful and calm, Milo wrinkled her nose, she groped blindly on the night table for the smooth metal of her pocket watch. It was not there. Milo opened her eyes, searching for the glint of the little silver watch. She still could not find it.
Milo swung her legs out of the bed, planting her feet on the floor and yanking the sheets around her, Trey rolled off the bed on the other side as Milo stood, searching the floor for her watch. Trey stood up groggily.
"What's wrong Milo?" Trey asked, concerned.
"Where the hell is my watch, Trey?" Milo growled, ripping open the drawer of the bedside table and dumping its contents onto the dirty floor.
"I-I don't know," Trey stammered, standing exposed in just his boxers.
Milo threw the drawer on the carpet forcibly, its sides breaking open and scattering over the floor. "Tell me where the watch is damnit!" She clenched her fists and glared at Trey.
"I don't know where your watch is!" Trey exclaimed.
Milo groped under the bed, pulling out her gun and pushing a pair of bright bullets into their respective slots, pushing it back together and pointing the weapon at Trey. Trey's hands flew up, making soothing motions.
"Where is it?" Milo shouted. "Find it!"
"I don't know right now," Trey murmured soothingly. "But I'll find it."
"Oh, don't patronize me!" Milo hissed, advancing on Trey. "Tell me what you did with it!"
"I didn't take it," Trey yelled. "I didn't!"
Milo kicked over the floor lamp, its shade crumpling against the dingy carpet.
"Well then look!" Milo ordered, shoving the bed into Trey's knees.
"I'm looking," Trey replied, edging out from behind the bed and rummaging around the room.
"Well?" Milo asked expectantly minutes later.
"It's not here," Trey said. "but-."
"Find it!" Milo screamed, waving her gun.
Trey tried to calm Milo, tried to reason with her, but she ignored him, getting angrier and angrier. Her voice had just risen to a new level when the door slammed open. Milo and Trey whipped around, staring at the man who had just burst in on their quarrel. A larger man with a well tailored suit and graying hair smirked at them. Two other men followed him in, pointing heavy guns at Trey and Milo.
"Sorry to interrupt," the grey haired man said. "But I've got a delivery to make."
"Sal?" Trey asked in disbelief, pulling a shirt over his head as Milo stood, motionless and dumbstruck, staring at the mafia men who had walked in.
"Hi Trey," Sal said, "how's the family?"
Trey was silent.
"Is that really how you treat an old friend?" Sal said.
Trey shrugged.
"That's too bad," Sal smiled. "Drop your weapon Milo."
Milo stood stock still, her gun still pointed at Trey.
"You don't want to do that," Sal said. "Once you get rid of him, we're still going to catch you."
"You know him," Milo said. "You don't want him to get hurt."
Sal shrugged. "It could go either way."
"Well, if you told me what you wanted with me, maybe we could make a deal, if not, Trey goes down and I go with you," Milo suggested.
Sal laughed. "It doesn't work like that."
"Put the gun down Milo," Trey said under his breath.
"Smart boy," Sal agreed. "Put down the gun and put on some clothes."
The Joker prowled his lair, walking in circles like a caged animal, his shoulders hunched as his minions watched anxiously.
"Where. Is. She?" he said slowly.
No one responded.
"WHERE IS SHE!?" he shouted.
"I don't know boss," King said shakily.
"Do you think Batman got her?" Ace asked hopefully. "After you kicked his ass?"
The Joker rubbed a bruise on his face he had received when fighting with Batman, he winced as the pain shot up his jaw bone.
"No," the Joker said. "If he had I would know. So where the hell is she?"
"I don't know," Ace said, sulking.
"Well," the Joker hissed. "Find her!"
The men rushed out of the room, Ace colliding with Deuce on their way out, the Joker sat heavily on his couch, rubbing his temples with the tips of his leather clad fingers. Milo had better not have run out on him, especially for Batman, if she had, he'd kill them both. It would make his life more boring, but much simpler, he wasn't sure what he should value more.
Trey looked between Milo and Sal Marconi, waiting for something to happen.
"Put down the gun," Sal said one more time.
"I can't do that," Milo said, baring her teeth. "I'm sorry Mr. Marconi but I can't put my gun down unless you make me an offer."
"Well, I can't do that either," Sal said. "So I suppose you and Trey die."
"We had a deal you son of a bitch!" Trey exclaimed. "I made a deal with you!"
"Deals change," Sal said casually.
"I'm sorry I have to do this," Milo sighed, swinging her gun around to face Sal Marconi.
The door swung open for the second time that morning.
"What the fuck?" Milo snapped angrily. "Has no one ever heard of privacy?"
"What the hell is going on here?" Ace yelled.
Milo shot Sal Marconi first and his two hired hands second before turning to Ace.
"Trey?" Ace asked. "How are you still alive?"
"It's a long story," Trey sighed.
"Which you will keep a secret unless you want to be killed," Milo threatened, still clutching the gaudy flowered sheets from the motel bed around her body.
"I don't think you're in any position to threaten me," Ace grinned, crossing his arms in triumph.
"You foul little weasel!" Milo growled. "You wouldn't!"
"I would," Ace said. "I will."
"Your idiocy is wearing on me," Milo snapped. "I should kill you and dump you with these bastards. But I'll make you a deal instead."
"What is it?" Trey asked.
"You will not tell the Joker about this, and I will bring you the Batman," Milo offered. "And you can give him personally to the Joker."
"How do I know you'll keep up your end of the deal?" Ace asked.
"How do I know you will?" Milo shot back.
Ace scowled.
The Joker looked up from his work as Milo stepped in; flanked by Ace, clothed in the same outfit she had left the hideout in the previous day.
"You fucked up Milo," the Joker growled. "Bad."
"I went with a different plan," Milo said smoothly, looking down her nose at the Joker through hooded eyes.
"Right," the Joker said sarcastically. "What, ah, plan was that?"
"Kill Sal Marconi," Milo said nonchalantly.
"That wasn't the plan," the Joker hissed, standing and clenching his fists.
"It is now," Milo explained. "It was quite…spur of the moment."
Her eyes flashed to Ace for a minute.
"Is there something you want to tell me Ace?" the Joker asked in a threatening voice, advancing on the nervous man.
Milo glared at Ace, shooting daggers with her eyes as he opened his mouth.
Yeah, it was kinda boring, I promise more excitement in the next one. Ten reviews for a new chapter please!