I do not own Monk, but the scum's mine..muhuahahahaha...
I must warn you, this chapter contain strong language, some swearwords in Portuguese. Bianca helped me to translate it in a smooth way, I guess...
Thank you Kathy for all the nice adjectives carefully picked up from your hat to describe my bad guys...
By the way, if you have some time, do not forget to review it. Please??
MR MONK MEETS THE REDEEMER
Ch 7
"Oh, God, I'm so sorry Mr. Monk. I'm so sorry! This is a hijacking, a 'flash-hijacking' as we call it here, or something like it. They will take my car and our belongings." said Bianca, very nervous.
"Que cê tá falando, vadia? Calaboca e continua dirigindo, vamo pro morro," threatened the bad guy.1
"...they are taking us up to the slum. They will get what they want and if God hears my praying, they will let us go..." cried Bianca, driving towards the hill now. Monk wrapped his arms around himself in the back seat, waiting for the worst to come.
Rapidly the scenery changed and the dilapidated neighborhood indicated that they were close to the slum. The kidnapper told Bianca to park on a dead end street at the bottom of the hill while he talked on the phone.
The two guys in the back seat got out, and one of them pulled Bianca out of her seat and made her walk to the front of the car, stopping along a containment wall. The other one pushed Monk out also and walked him over to stand beside her.
Both men were still pointing and playing with their guns close to the heads of the hostages.
"Tá beleza, chefia. Tudo certo então. Fique na paz!" said the young gangster who was clearly in charge of the group, flipping his cell phone closed. 2
He walked towards Monk and Bianca, while the other two ordered them to turn facing the wall, with the palm of their hands on the wall just above their heads, with their legs apart. This was of course the same position used in a police search.
"Mr. Monk I am so sorry..." Bianca repeated almost inaudibly, crying.
Monk remained quiet, focused on the bad guys movements.
"Ce tá com sorte, cumadi," said the chief to Bianca. "Parece que acertamo no alvo, gurizada!," he continued, to his companions.
"You are lucky today, sis. It seems we got it right, fellows," Bianca instinctively started to translate everything the bad guys were saying.
"Pega a jaqueta e a camisa do gringo, pode pegar o dinheiro dele também, e o relógio", ordered the leader.
"Take jacket and the shirt from the foreign guy, and also his money and his watch."
"E devolve a carteira, Manezinho. Na boa, xará, na boa. E vamo caí fora com o carro da madame, pode pegá os óculos dela, Zé, e o relógio, e a corrente."
"And give him the wallet back, Manezinho. Keep cool, keep cool, bro. Let's take her car outta here. You can have her sunglasses, Zé, and her watch and necklace," Bianca kept translating the words while, mechanically she took out her watch and delivered it to the bad guy, who unceremoniously yanked the chain off her neck, hurting her by leaving a cut in it.
The boss reprimanded him, "Sem machucar, seu bostinha. O chefe disse sem machucar!" 3
The two boys quickly complied with the orders; Monk did not refuse to give them his shirt, jacket, watch and wallet. They reentered the car then, waving the 200 dollars Monk had in the wallet.
With a quick stride the leader approached Monk, put the gun to his head and spoke with his mouth right next to his face,
"Pó traduzi, dona: é isso mehmo, gringo de merda. Cê tem sorte da chefia estar na boa hoje..."
Bianca followed his order, "I am supposed to translate this: suck it, you f... foreigner! You are a lucky man, the boss is in great mood today..."
"…a chefia quer paz hoje. Então, assim que eu mandar, vocês vão picar a mula rapidinho pra casa, sem olhar pra trás, falou?"
"...the boss wants no trouble today. So, when I say, you just vanish, quickly, no looking back, got it?
"Yes, yes." Promptly agreed Monk.
"Toma tua carteira e zarpa. Vão, vão!"
"Here, take your wallet and run. Go, go!" said Bianca loudly.
Monk took back his wallet, and without looking at the guy's face, followed the street that exited the area where they had been parked. Bianca was at his side. They walked quickly, without speaking at all.
As they walked, hardly breathing, Bianca and Monk could hear the car backing and taking off, so they started to run. For a moment they could still hear the laughs of the three inside the car.
After a few more steps, Monk and Bianca stopped at the end of the street, near some shabby houses.
Bianca was extremely nervous, continuously crying and shaking. She sat upon a small wall, in front of one of the houses.
"What was that?" Monk said, trying to catch his breath, bening forward, with his hands supported on his knees, trying to understand what just had happened.
After some seconds, Bianca said, still sobbing,
"Mr. Monk, I am so sorry. This has never happened to me before, and it had to happen just today, just with you…I am so sorry…."
She raised her hand to Monk, in attempt to receive a comforting hand-hug, but he ignored it and straightened himself, feeling hugely uncomfortable about exposing his arms and part of his chest to the world. Even wearing his white undershirt, trousers and shoes, he felt he was naked. In addition to that, he was aware of the sun recklessly beating down; touching his bare skin and making him feel more violated.
After shrugging his shoulders as if to chase the bad feelings away, Monk went on,
"Bianca, we have to focus now. We have to get back to the Hotel. Please, I need you thinking clearly now, okay?"
"I…oh, how can you act so calmly after this….this horrible thing, Mr. Monk?" asked Bianca, cleaning his nose with the back of her hand. "We almost got killed!" she finished.
Monk looked at her, not believing what he had just seen her do, and stepping back from her a little, he stated,
"Almost, but we haven't. And now we have to keep going, we cannot stay here. It's still their territory, woman. Get up and let's go!"
Bianca realized that they were still in a dangerous area. She stepped up from her seat, then lifted up his chin, wiped his face with her hands again, and said, "You are right, Mr. Monk. I am sorry. So let's go... that way."
She pointed to the main road down the street, on the left.
"Up here we will not find a taxi, they will not come up here. We have to go down to the avenue; there for sure we can find one."
"A taxi... Oh, no... Let's walk... I already got my share of cars today... please, Bianca," begged Monk.
"But we are far from the hotel, Mr. Monk. And you have only this sleeveless shirt. The sun is very strong. It will take us more than 30 minutes of walking; you will get sunburned for sure! I cannot allow it," she said, starting to walk towards the avenue.
"Oh, God," groaned Monk, following her from a safe distance, avoiding her hands.
They walked down the hill for a minute, and then Bianca stopped at a dingy house, where there was a hose near the gate. She called to a plain, tired woman who sat smoking on a chair by the door. She asked if she could use it a bit, to freshen up. When the woman agreed, Bianca crouched by the hose, cleaning her face and hands.
She wet her hair also, and when she stood up, some water ran down her neck, towards her chest, leaving a beautiful glistening trace. She passed her fingers through her hair, but some rebel strands of hair insisted on falling upon her forehead, giving her a charming look. She raised her head to Monk, and gave him a smile, while softly biting her lower lip.
Apart from the nervousness established earlier, if this scene belonged to some fan fiction text, the share of female spectators would be suspicious on Bianca's intentions, while the male share would be sure of it. And they would find it sexy.
Monk was relieved that Bianca had washed her hands.
"Let's go!" he rushed her.
It took around five minutes of steady walking to reach the avenue. Bianca was trying to protect Monk from the sun by indicating shading places where he could walk under. But the shadows were mainly from trees, and there were birds in the trees, and leaves on the ground, and nature all around. Also there were not so secure fences with dogs behind them, and not so clean children playing next to them.
Monk preferred to walk as close to the street as possible.
Once they had reached the avenue, they continued walking in the direction of the hotel while looking for a taxi. After ten more minutes, a driver stopped and they climbed in.
1 "What are you saying, b...? Shut up and keep driving, let's go up the hill."
2 "Ok, boss. That's it, then. Be in peace."
3 "No injuries, little prick. The boss said no injuries!!"