Daddy's Girls: Chapter 9
Author's Note: The plot thickens! And we've given you one of those cliffhanger endings you all love so much! More to come soon, so keep watching this space! :)
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Twenty minutes earlier:
Buddy stood at the bar checking his watch and waiting on his drink. The bartender set a tall glass of beer in front
of him, "Don't tell me you got stood up again Bud."
He grabbed the glass and took a light sip, then slapped some cash on the counter, "I think it's my punishment
for standing up my girlfriends the last 5 years, but tonight gonna be different."
The bartender smirked, "Really? What makes you say that?"
Buddy turned his head around smiling, "I think she just entered the room."
A tall blond woman in a short strapless black dress stood at the entrance peering out looking for someone. "Think
being the key word…there's no way that's your date, she's completely out of your league." The bartender replied
as he went off to take care of his other customers.
"You could at least wish me luck." He had a wide grin on his face as he picked up his drink.
The blond woman noticed him moving towards the crowed and headed towards him. The two stopped right in front of
an occupied booth.
"Natasha…. you look fabulous." Buddy remarked looking her over.
"Funny...ya didn't think that last week." She spoke in a high mickey mouse tone.
"Yeah I'm sorry I stood you up duty calls, but how about a little later on I make that up to you." He
moved in closer towards her.
"Ye yesterday new Bud. You had your chance, you choose your greasy old cars over me."
Buddy reached out and grabbed her arm, "Natasha you just can't do this to me."
A beefed up man in a black T-shirt and slacks came towards the couple, "Hey Tasha this bastard bugging you."
Natasha nodded and the man grab Buddy arm forcing him to let go and pushed him into the booth. Buddy staggered
back and spilled his drink all over the table. "You stay away from my girl ya here me, else I'll slam that
glass up your rear." He then put his arm around the blond and headed towards the dance floor.
"Women," Buddy sighed, "never know how to please them. Not only did I lose my girl, I lost my drink
as well. This just isn't my night."
"Will you watch where you're going!" Replied a short man with blond hair and glasses in a business suit
sitting in the booth. He was completely oblivious to the drama that unfolded a few feet away just moments ago.
Buddy pulls out his handkerchief and starts cleaning up the spilled beer, "I'm sorry, I should have just stayed
up at the bar. I swear that woman is a real snake in the grass."
"I'm not interested in your problems sir. Just get the heck out of here, scram!" The man grew irritated
that the guy wouldn't go away, " I can handle this myself."
"I'm just trying to clean up my mess." He continued to clean up the puddles of beer resting on the table
and slid his hand under the table attaching a bug, "I could go get some towels at bar then…"
The man got up and pushed Buddy away from the table, "I said to get away, drunk!"
Buddy picked up his handkerchief and snapped back at the man, "FINE!" He walked away angry and sat up
at the bar, "Gee some people, you try to apologize and they still get edgy."
"What happen to your date?" The bartender noticed Buddy quick return.
"She went along with my drink."
"Don't say I didn't tell you so." The bartender set another beer in front of him, "On the house."
Buddy smiled back at his long time friend. "You always knew how to cheer me up." While he sipped his
freshly brewed beer, he slipped an earpiece into ear. He could still hear the man back at the booth gripping over
the spilled drink.
"He isn't gonna show up now. That drunk was hanging around here too long, it's gonna look like I knew the
guy." The man glanced at his watch nervously, "And he's late."
There was a long pause after those words, and Buddy turned around to see if the man was still at the booth. The
man had his eyes on the entrance watching as his contact made his way towards him. "Shit," Buddy mumbled
under his breath as his eyes followed the new guy. This is bigger then I imagine. A topnotch Contra World Agent
and not just anyone, Jon Mayhem.
Jonathan Mayhem was twenty-four and stood about 6 foot 5 inches tall. In the underground, he's known as the human
weapon because his entire body was built for combat. He is only son of Miles Mayhem, who was born solely for the
purpose of continuing his father dream of world conquest. Currently he's Contra World top negotiator, but it's
apparent his interest lye in controlling the entire terrorist organization. Jon's hair was buzzed short like a
military man, his left ear had 4 piercing confirming his youth, and his face looking exactly like a cold blooded
killer eying out for prey.
Jon also wore black from head to toe with a leather trench coat, which most likely concealed a few weapons of choice.
Buddy also noticed he had scattered a few of his men throughout the room, but he had lost track of them easily
due to the ever growing crowd. Buddy diverted his eyes back to his drink and kept his head down low concentrating
on the conversation and blocking out the background music.
The man in glasses stood up, "You must be…"
"Skip the intro," Jon remarked as he sat down at the booth and glanced around suspiciously. "Did
you bring it?"
"Only if you have the cash." The man with glasses smiled as he lifted a metal brief case off the floor.
The man shivered slightly as Jon reached into his trench coat to pull out an object. Jon flashed him the package,
then passed it too him under the table.
Buddy turned around once again to get a glance at the goods being passed. He was a regular at Ecstatic, but that's
only because the place was well known for black-market purchases. An informant had tipped him off that a major
exchange was going down tonight. This exchange involves a highly contagious virus created at Gentech's laboratories,
yet the buyers were unknown. Possible buyers were narrowed down to several terrorist organizations, Contra World
being the top of that list.
His eyes shift around the room again searching for Jon's bodyguards. Buddy knew it would be impossible to stop
the exchange from happening, but he just might be able to take somebody for questioning. While searching around
the room, his eyes stopped at the red head girl in a cowboy hat beating up a man in a polyester suit. He starred
dumb founded. Annie? What the hell is she doing in a joint like this! He turned back around in his seat
and took a long sip of his drink. I can't leave her here. Brad would kill me. As soon as the negotiations are
over with, I'll just have to drag her behind out of here.
Jon opened the suit case for a peak, "Is this all of it?"
The other man adjusted his glasses, "The only sample of it's kind. All data persisting to the virus is wiped
out as well."
"It better be else, I'll show up and personally and kill you and every member of your family. I don't think
kindly to double crossers and it usually runs in the family bloodlines."
Buddy turned his head around to get a glance at Annie, but she disappeared from his sight. Again he attempted to
push her out of his mind and concentrate on the drop.
The man attempted not to be frighten by Jon threat, and instead glanced at the package he received, "Hey this
isn't all the money! You trying to pull some crap on me, we agreed a million."
"You'll get half of it now and half of it when I learn this stuff is genuine. It's risky to deal outside our
supply chain."
"What's my guarantee in all this?"
"If my word isn't good enough for you, then we both have a problem."
"Both?" The man looked at Jon puzzled.
Jon flashes the gun in his jacket, "I lose a dealer and you lose your life. Comprende?" Jon closed his
trench coat, "I'm a man of my word, and I treat my boys with the utmost respect. You trample that respect
and it will be cold day in hell. You'll continue to do business with us, and you'll receive the remaining amount
as promised."
"But I…"
"There's no one time deal in this, Mr. Simmons is it? Once you're in this business you don't get out until
your dead or worthless. And only I have say to when you're allowed to croak." Jon reminded as he threw the
man a cold deadly stare.
Mr. Simmons started to sweat and gulped in sudden fear. He had hoped this would be a one-time deal to get rich
quick, but now he'd be force to work for Contra World for the rest of his life. This time the payment would be
the lives of him and his family.
Buddy shook his head slightly feeling sorry for Mr. Simmons, but the crime never does pay its sweet rewards. Typical
Contra World scheme. Pressure somebody into doing a job, then turn the whole thing around into a long-term employment
agreement. They always use the money to hook their prey in, but that money always turns into blood money in the
end. He's not the first low life to take that bait, but if he doesn't cooperate him and his family are both as
good as dead.
Buddy turned around in his seat again figuring he'd give another chance, to spot Annie in the crowd. He sipped
his beer and halted his thoughts, as he saw the cowboy hat making it's way towards the dance floor, "There
she is." She's the only person wearing a cowboy hat in this joint; if it hadn't been for that I'd never
pick her out. He squinted his eyes, "Who's that dancing with her?" His eyes froze completely on Annie,
when he realized she was dancing with another girl. "Annie I…I don't believe it." He was unable to make
out the attractive young woman she was dancing with, but realized apparently he wasn't the only onlooker at the
bar. Buddy sipped his drink nervously wondering how exactly he should handle this situation. Should I tell Brad?
No it's none of my business. But if I go over there I'll embarrass the poor girl. Once Buddy saw the other
woman grab Annie's little behind, he spit out his drink. I can't handle this, little Annie is…is….
The bartender bit his lip, "What I wouldn't do not to be on the dance floor with those two."
"Eh your not helping," Buddy grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth and shirt, "I use to baby-sit
that girl."
"HEY BARTENDER!" Roxanne shouted, "I need two beers, and long island ice tea."
Buddy eyes widen as he recognized the voice. He turned to his left and starred at Roxanne in the face, "What
the heck are you doing here?"
"Buddy? Wow I didn't know you even came to places like this." Roxanne smiled.
"Well I…Don't avoid the question. How did you get in here?" Buddy looked at her like a disappointed father.
"Well I didn't come alone," Roxanne spoke honestly, then raised her arm in the air to attract Jess and
Annie walking off the dance floor, "HEY JESS ANNIE OVER HERE!"
Buddy wasn't sure what was more shocking the 3 of them together in a club or Annie's memorable dance. Once Annie
and Jess walked up to Buddy, he continued to remain stun. Jess was wearing the most revealing piece of clothing,
and it suddenly hit him that she was the one dancing with Annie. All he could do was point his finger at Annie
and Jess and move his mouth, but nothing was coming out.
"Thank god you're here, Buddy you have to get me out of here!" Annie plead
"You telling me you didn't enjoy it," Jess crossed her arms slightly disappointed knowing Buddy was going
to take them all home.
"Enjoy what?" Roxanne looked at Jess funny.
"Well me and Annie were…" Jess was about to speak, but Annie covered her mouth.
"You tell a living sole I'll kill you," Annie threatened. "I will carve your insides out like a
pumpkin, and I'm not joking!"
Roxanne looked at Buddy curiously. He was shocked about their presence, but he also kept sending glances over her
shoulder.
"What's with the ear piece?" Jess asked, "You think trying to pretend your Garth Brooks is gonna
pick you up a date? Cause the country image seems to attract the opposite sex pretty well here."
"Shut up, Jess," Annie snarled. To Buddy, she pleaded again, "Can we please go now, or are you waiting
until Dad shows up to kill me?"
Buddy pressed his hand against the earpiece; he couldn't hear what was going on anymore at the booth. All he could
hear was Annie and Jess arguing about going and the blaring music in the background. "What?" He asked
Annie absently as he glanced over at Roxanne to check to see if the men were still at the table.
"What are you looking at?" Roxanne looked at him puzzled, then turned around to look at the nearby booth.
"Well that concludes our business we'll keep in touch," Jon smiled as he stood up and surveyed the room
one last time to ensure a quick exit.
Roxanne stood there frozen as she saw Jon, "I know him."
Buddy turned his full attention to Roxanne and notice that her and Jon were locked in eye contact. If she knows
him, he knows her. Oh shit my cover's blown!
