The sudden voice caused the hair on the back of my neck to rise. I remain composed though turning to face my uninvited visitor. He leaned on his cane with a satisfied smirk on his boyish face. I recognize him instantly. The guy in white. Alex.
I give an over dramatic curtsy. The condescending action makes his chuckle. He nods in return. I place my hands on my hips waiting for his next move. His usual droogs were missing, but he sometimes did this. Regardless, I take in my surroundings.
Polk Street to the right. It was a dead-end; there was a chain fence with barbed wire. There was a way to slip through, but would take too long. If I veered left, I could double back and take the Main Street and slip up a fire escape.
Our eyes never once leave each other. He gives me a once over lingering on my legs, torso, breast, and finally returning to my eyes. I glance at his nether regions letting my gaze hover before looking back up and purse my lips barely shaking my head. It was a rehearsed move, yet after I perfected it I could destroy a guy's confidence in a matter of seconds. We stay sizing each other up for a few moments longer.
"Welly welly welly well, what is a lovely devotchka doing out on this nochy all by her oddy-knocky?" He comes closer walking me towards the concrete wall behind us.
I slip around reversing our position. He gives a look of amusement. I step closer challenging him without fear. He was younger and though he was fairly bright, he was cocky. These were two things that do not work together. One must be humble with knowledge. When you believe you know everything is when you truly know nothing.
"'If everybody minded their own business, the world would go around a great deal faster than it does.'' I quote sighing. He furrows his brows.
"I do not know your eemya. Pray tell." He circles, examining me as if I was some great mystery.
"Haven't you guess?" I kick his cane from his grasp catching it and stopping him in his tracks. His demeanor changes and I can tell I've got him riled up despite his best attempts to hide it.
"A certain droog said 'malenky whore'." He reached for his cane, but I hold it back.
"Did he now?" My voice amused. I twirl the cane like a baton feeling a groove on the top. I twist it feeling it give and open. A small dagger comes out. "Well, that's new." I look to him. He smirks.
He stands straighter and before his palm can make contact with my cheek I block him, leaving him uncoordinated and unbalanced. I slam him against the concrete twisting his arm behind his back and digging my fingers into his wrist making sure to apply enough pressure to affect a sensitive pressure point. He struggles in my hold. I place his knife close to his cheek.
"Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one." I kiss his cheek making sure my blood red lipstick tarnishes his flawless complexion. I throw the dagger across the street and his cane the other direction. Releasing his arm and backing away. He cradles his wrist watching as I adjust my dress sending him an indifferent glance. I give him a final curtsy and walk off leaving him utterly confused.
My body shook more than I was willing to accept. Walking down a street I stop taking a deep breath forcing my fear to evaporate. Running the rest of the way I see the form of Gunner flicking open and close his lighter. Slowing my pace I reach them taking my place on the slide. Jackie and Q were arguing about something. I start listening
"What? Batman is totally cooler!" Jackie reasons.
Q scoffs as if Jackie had just said was ridiculous.
"No, V wins hands down. Best hero not questions asked."
I smile shaking my head. Gunner rolls his eyes.
"Seriously" He grumbles jumping off the structure he was perched on. I sit up motioning for him.
"What's wrong?" I demand not in the mood for any angst.
He ignores me turning away. The action infuriates me. I pick up a piece of gravel and sling it at the back of his head. He glares at me stomping close pinning me against the slide before kissing me mercilessly.
I make to move, but he pushes my chest down compelling me to stay put against the plastic slide. His tongue found its way into my mouth as his hand weaved into my hair. I press my hand against his chest feeling his restraint and anger. He pulls away leaving me on the slide to decide the next move.
Jackie is by my side in an instance. His young face nervous, I pet his hair keeping a watchful eye on Gunner who was seething.
"Walk with Q and go home. Stay close."
Jackie nods and Q motions for him to follow. I hear him whisper.
"Is this because we were talking about superheroes?"
I shake my head at his innocence. Jackie was the baby and I adored him and protected him as if he a brother.
Gunner turned to me.
"You're really stupid sometimes." His voice disguised with anger.
I lean forward placing my head in my hand listening and motion for him to continue the lecture. He glowers at me getting too close to my face.
"Don't you dare do that shit with me Red." He snaps in frustration.
I rub my temple growing weary.
"Fine Gunner. Yell at me, tell me I'm an irresponsible brat, but you are not going to take out your anger on those boys. Do you understand that?" I hiss standing to face him.
He looks ready to throttle me. Instead he pulls me into another fierce embrace kissing me with brutal force. I moan silently holding him tight. We run home and as soon as the door closes we are on each other again. He tugs off my dress throwing it aside and tears off my bra. I work undoing his shirt. We move to the bed in a heated fit of passion. Gunner groans kissing down my stomach as his hands rips away my panties. I stay quiet letting him continue. His bare flesh meets mine in a much needed embrace. I release a moan when he parts my legs slipping in. He moves with determination, my hips buck in need.
"You are an irresponsible brat." He grunts pushing in harder. I laugh wrapping my arms around his back moving in tandem. He groans thrusting. I let out choked cries calling out his name. He flips us allowing me on top. I gyrate against him relishing the sensation. His hands find my hips gripping my skin.
We continue until his grunts become harder and his rougher. He flips us again gripping the headboard as he finds his release.
We lay upon each other sweaty and in a euphoric state. He rubs some of my makeup off.
"There's the real you." He smiles kissing me gently. I sigh, curling into him as he runs his hand over my collar bone.
"I'm sorry I worried you." My voice sounding hoarse, the words stinging as I spoke them.
Gunner laughs,
"No you're not." He pinches my skin causing me to jump.
I smile knowing he's right.
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