CHAPTER FIVE
Lamika ignored him for the moment, too busy regaining her calm though she couldn't stop crying, now rubbing a few cigarette burn scars on her arms. She inhaled raggedly, huddling down further into herself, her black braids covering her like a blanket.
"Lamika," David began, this time in a gentler voice, looking at her. "Look, I'm sorry, but I need your help on this. You refused to do it the easy way so you forced me to do it the hard way. I need to know some things, then we'll gather up people to take them out for good. You'll be a free woman and you won't ever have to see me again."
"You promise?" She asked hoarsely, looking up hopefully, the idea of never seeing him again almost making her happy, almost. Then she frowned, tugging on a braid. "WE have to gather up people? Can't I just give you the information and leave?"
"No, because you probably know where they hideout and everything. You need to be my navigator." David explained, raking a hand through his hair, seeing the glimmer of hope diminish from her eyes. "I really need your help on this Lamika." His tone was pleading now.
"I don't seem to have a fucking choice now do I?" She shot back, the hatred in her eyes once again though her tone was defeated. Lamika slid off the bed and walked over to the chair to retrieve her jeans, sliding them on. "What now?"
"You sit down with me and we go over what you know. I need to know every single thing they've ever done to you. I need you to tell me everything you possibly can." He said, looking down at the ripped picture of his sister and sighed heavily.
Lamika's eyes widened, not really wanting to recount what had happened to her. She inhaled deeply before nodding, knowing she had no choice. "Fine, but if I have to sit down and… talk… I want a shower first, possibly something clean to wear and I HAVE to have some smokes." She said firmly.
"Done." David stated, not hesitating and tossed her a towel. "Go shower and then we'll go shopping for clothes and smokes. After, we come back here and you tell me all about your little ride with the gang that murdered my sister."
Lamika vanished. When she came out about an hour later she was nice and clean, her hair hanging down her back wet but obviously crimped due to her taking out the braids. She ignored David as she looked around for her flannel shirt, finally pulling it on and buttoning it up before slipping on her boots.
"Now, how the hell you planning on getting me out of here without someone from my set seeing me because I feel I should warn you, they're probably watching the area for me." Lamika warned.
"Simple." David said, smirking and head butted her once more. He caught Lamika in his arms, lifting her up over his shoulder. He dropped her unceremoniously on the bed and wrapped her in the bed sheet before lifting her again, grabbing his bag and headed out of the room, taking the back way down to the parking lot where his new, undamaged car was waiting.
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Lamika groaned, coming too and frowned, feeling her head. She didn't bother sitting up, knowing she'd be dizzy and looked around. She knew she was in a car and she knew the cum bucket was driving.
She also knew he had head butted her again and that royally fucking pissed her off. Lamika reached for the car handle and opened the back door, diving out and rolling along the road, grunting in pain. She got to her feet in time to avoid being ran over and took off running, disappearing down a side street.
David shook his head, smiling grimly and whipped out his cell phone, calling an old buddy of his. "Hey man, I need a favor… Name of Mike but her real name is Lamika… Uh huh, great, I'll be waiting." He snapped the cell shut and gripped the steering wheel tightly in his fist. This bitch was going to cooperate or he was going to feed her to the sharks.
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Lamika had 'borrowed' some new clothes from some kind of punk clothing shop and dressed in a public restroom. Her new clothes were a pair of black vinyl pants and a black tank top with a black vinyl coat that came down to her thighs. She'd swapped out her steel toed boots for something lighter, black boots that came up on her calves, they'd be lighter for running.
She had also lifted a pack of cigarettes and was smoking one when she finally stepped back out onto the street. Lamika lowered her head, knowing her unbraided hair would give her some relief from being known as well as her tattoos being covered, but not much. She frowned when she realized she was being followed and started running, screaming when another person stepped out from behind a corner. "NO!"
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David was leaning against his car, looking down at his watch. He looked imposing in dark blue jeans, a blood red tank top and red tinted sunglasses over his slightly murderous brown eyes. He smirked when another car pulled up in back of them and walked over, popping open the trunk. "Now you pay." He murmured, staring down at the tied up, knocked out again Lamika. "Thanks boys, I got it from here." He handed them the payoff and watched as she was tossed into the trunk of his car. "Nighty night sweetheart."
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Lamika groaned, wondering how many times she was going to be knocked out. She opened her eyes, mildly surprised to find herself in a room that wasn't the hotel room. She sat up, looking around. She was on a bed. Okay, that was something she was becoming used too. Her blue eyes widened when she seen her legs were literally chained to the bed. Lamika calmly reached into her coat, pulled out the cigarettes and lighter. She lit one up and inhaled deeply. "HEY CUM BUCKET!" She screamed, taking another drag and shrugging off her coat.
"You bellowed sweetheart?" David poked his head out of the bathroom, a toothbrush in hand, smirking when she hissed at him. He finished his business and came back out, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared down at her. "You know, this wouldn't have happened if you'd of stayed put."
"You KNOCKED me out! What the fuck did you expect me to do?" Lamika demanded, eyes narrowed as she puffed away, feeling like she was going to go out of her mind. She stared at him, raking her eyes over his form. "Go put some goddamn clothes on." She spat, bending down to test the chains.
"You're in NO position to be giving me orders bitch." David said conversationally. "Those are state of the art, the best around. You won't get out of them even if you tried sawing." He smirked when she growled, whistling before walking over to the table, pouring himself a shot of JD. "So, are we ready to discuss business?"
"Providing you put on some damn clothes." Lamika shot back, rolling her eyes when he shook his head no. "Can I at least have a drink?" She asked, propping some pillows up behind her, looking around for an ashtray before shrugging and using her hand.
"Sure." David grabbed the bottle and held it above her head, grinning. "Open wide." He poured it all over her face, getting some in her mouth. He set it down on the nightstand, just out of her reach and dropped down in the nearby, comfortable chair.
Lamika held the liquor in her mouth while she dried her face off with the blanket. She calmly looked at him, set her cigarette down on the edge of the nightstand before flicking on the lighter and blowing. The whiskey caught on fire, shooting in his direction.
She snickered when he tilted backwards, toppling with the chair to avoid getting barbecued and picked up the smoke, finishing it before grinding it out on the stand. She then idly plucked her wet tank top. "I went through a great deal of trouble to steal this you know…" She arched an eyebrow, smirking. "I sincerely hope I at least singed off your eyebrows."
David growled from low in the back of his throat, getting to his feet and stalking over to the bed. He ignored her shrill cries of pain as he ripped her up by her hair. "We have a serious problem and we need to address it NOW! I knocked you out because I wasn't taking the chance that you'd run from me again."
"You don't know what I'd of done you fucking moron!" She shouted. "You just knocked me out and you're damn right I ran. You're a crazy son of a bitch!" Lamika brought her hands up on either side of his arm and raked her fingernails down, leaving deep bloody gouges.
Snarling, he let go of her hair to grab her about the throat, tilting her head back so he could stare into her eyes. "You need to shut the fuck up." David bent his head forward and brutally kissed her, attacking her lips with his before pulling away and backhanding her across the face. "That was for almost lighting my ass on fire, bitch!" He spit on her before disappearing in the bathroom, cursing at the wounds on his arm.