Part 5: de annoyed then amused fohn
author's note: Lucrezia J. De Vere is not my character my friend , defohnfemme, has let me borrow her.
As we are traveling my cell phone rings, probably another one of my thugs, I tell them to call only in emergancies, and they call over all sorts of stupid things.
"Can you reach that annoying thing between your feet?"
Eberts turns to me, he had dazed out. "Excuse me?"
This annoys me, hes spacing out. "You hear that thing ringing between your feet. I know you have the capibility to move your hands a bit, can you pick it up, and hand it to me, Monsieur, s'il vous plait."
"Oh, oui, pardon." he says and akwardly bends down to pick it up. He almost drops it as he picks. He mutters he's sorry, and hands me the phone.
I don't look at the caller id but just hit the on button. "Bonjour, de theil, how may I help you?" I hate being cordial on this phone, especially since nintey percent of the people who call are my men. I do hope it is someone who deserves my cordiality.
"Bonjour, amour," I smile as I hear the charming voice, definetly someone who deserves it.
"Bonjour, Lucrezia, comment ca va?" I hope she has the Hq ready for our guest.
"I am well, Mr. de Fohn, the room for our guest is ready." Her voice is cold, I frown. She always knows when its business, though I do wish she would take some pleasure out of her work, not that she doesn't sometimes. What am I rambling about anyway. I can't change the way she is, She's just my Lucy. The greatest Femme in my life.
"Merci beaucoup, Miss De vere." I hang up the phone.
She was not helping me in my torture of the little mouse, but it may be fun to have her there. She has other more pressing matters, like writing the ransomed note. I want to mess with them a little, and she has a stronger way with words. Plus, this letter needs her calculated feminine touches, since I have a little game planned for the agency. She is such a sweetheart by volunteering to help me with my charade.
This will be one of the funniest plans I ever had. I get to torture Eberts, Lucy gets to blow up some buildings, and we all have a great time. Except for the mouse and the agency, its not like they matter anyway.
Eberts goes quickly to trying to see things out the window, after he hands me back the cell phone. He must be planning some petty escape attempt, (-or- maybe he thinks he will eventually see something.)
I have heard the Irs were scheming weasels. You can take the man out of the Irs, but you can't take the Irs out of the man, isn't that what they say? Eberts is still quiet, good I don't really enjoy small talk anyway.
A tan van passes us, a very bad looking van. Darn it was Hobbes and Darien, I hope they don't see Eberts. Its too soon for them to know of the kidnapping, yet, and what in the hell are they doing up so early, its only six fifteen
I watch them from the rearview mirror. Wait, what am I a fool, I'm going nearly a hundred, I don't even think they can see us going so fast, and even if they see eberts, there is no way in this lifetime, that van can even go past sixty miles per hour. I keep both eyes on the road, and turn sharply to the right. I hear a loud slamming sound, Eberts going into the door again, this time it almost opens. Did he plan that?
"Watch out idiot!" I yell as I hear a slight break in the seatbelts. I didn't turn that sharp, what is he trying to escape that way.
I pull over to the side of the road, and get some rope out of the backseat. I tie it around his waist and the seat, he may not be that smart, but I don't trust that damn seatbelt. Stupid drug runner car.
He eeps under his breath as I tie, and knot is one last time, extremelly tight I know, but that is the only way it works. And what kind of person eeps anyway?
author's note: Lucrezia J. De Vere is not my character my friend , defohnfemme, has let me borrow her.
As we are traveling my cell phone rings, probably another one of my thugs, I tell them to call only in emergancies, and they call over all sorts of stupid things.
"Can you reach that annoying thing between your feet?"
Eberts turns to me, he had dazed out. "Excuse me?"
This annoys me, hes spacing out. "You hear that thing ringing between your feet. I know you have the capibility to move your hands a bit, can you pick it up, and hand it to me, Monsieur, s'il vous plait."
"Oh, oui, pardon." he says and akwardly bends down to pick it up. He almost drops it as he picks. He mutters he's sorry, and hands me the phone.
I don't look at the caller id but just hit the on button. "Bonjour, de theil, how may I help you?" I hate being cordial on this phone, especially since nintey percent of the people who call are my men. I do hope it is someone who deserves my cordiality.
"Bonjour, amour," I smile as I hear the charming voice, definetly someone who deserves it.
"Bonjour, Lucrezia, comment ca va?" I hope she has the Hq ready for our guest.
"I am well, Mr. de Fohn, the room for our guest is ready." Her voice is cold, I frown. She always knows when its business, though I do wish she would take some pleasure out of her work, not that she doesn't sometimes. What am I rambling about anyway. I can't change the way she is, She's just my Lucy. The greatest Femme in my life.
"Merci beaucoup, Miss De vere." I hang up the phone.
She was not helping me in my torture of the little mouse, but it may be fun to have her there. She has other more pressing matters, like writing the ransomed note. I want to mess with them a little, and she has a stronger way with words. Plus, this letter needs her calculated feminine touches, since I have a little game planned for the agency. She is such a sweetheart by volunteering to help me with my charade.
This will be one of the funniest plans I ever had. I get to torture Eberts, Lucy gets to blow up some buildings, and we all have a great time. Except for the mouse and the agency, its not like they matter anyway.
Eberts goes quickly to trying to see things out the window, after he hands me back the cell phone. He must be planning some petty escape attempt, (-or- maybe he thinks he will eventually see something.)
I have heard the Irs were scheming weasels. You can take the man out of the Irs, but you can't take the Irs out of the man, isn't that what they say? Eberts is still quiet, good I don't really enjoy small talk anyway.
A tan van passes us, a very bad looking van. Darn it was Hobbes and Darien, I hope they don't see Eberts. Its too soon for them to know of the kidnapping, yet, and what in the hell are they doing up so early, its only six fifteen
I watch them from the rearview mirror. Wait, what am I a fool, I'm going nearly a hundred, I don't even think they can see us going so fast, and even if they see eberts, there is no way in this lifetime, that van can even go past sixty miles per hour. I keep both eyes on the road, and turn sharply to the right. I hear a loud slamming sound, Eberts going into the door again, this time it almost opens. Did he plan that?
"Watch out idiot!" I yell as I hear a slight break in the seatbelts. I didn't turn that sharp, what is he trying to escape that way.
I pull over to the side of the road, and get some rope out of the backseat. I tie it around his waist and the seat, he may not be that smart, but I don't trust that damn seatbelt. Stupid drug runner car.
He eeps under his breath as I tie, and knot is one last time, extremelly tight I know, but that is the only way it works. And what kind of person eeps anyway?