Disclaimer: I do not own Grand Theft Auto or any of the people, cars, name of buildings etc. I think you get the idea lol.
A/n: Damn, it's been two years since I've done this story lol. Well I thought I'd start off by giving you guys Chapter 15 as my two year anniversary gift to yall! :) Hope you enjoy it. Any qustions or ideas you would like for me to try just let me know about it. Thanks!
A month had passed since that insane night when Randy was shot up in front of his club, and David came to the rescue gunning down those who messed with his brother and had hauled him to the ER. David would call to see what was going on and how his brother was doing. From what Paul had said he was doing all right and would call him when it was time to do so. In the meantime, David was running a few errands left and right. Even though he was on 'vacation' from working with Paul, he needed to do something to help pass time a bit faster.
He had just finished up selling a few cars over at Brownstand for Quentin. When he stepped outside and felt the heat from the early afternoon weather hit his body as his cell phone ring. He pulled it out and answered. "Hello?"
"Hey David, my man, what's up?" Alan said as he was at Club Sugar Daddy eyeing at some of the dancers. He was in the VIP room getting a lap dance from two half naked women; one Asian and the other was Puerto Rican.
"I'm doing good. I just put in some hours selling a couple of cars," said David got as he sat on a bench. He could hardly hear him at all due to the song 'Superfreak' pumping loudly in the background. "Alan, where the hell are you? Strip club?"
Alan laughed "Yup! Listen I just met someone earlier today and..."
"David covered one ear and pressed the phone against his other ear a little harder. "Alan man, speak up. I can barely hear you!"
"The Asian stripper had her breasts pressed up against his face and whispering dirty thoughts in his ear, while the other stripper was grinding her voluptuous ass against his crotch. Alan grinned as he talked on the phone. "Listen just meet me at Ammu-Nation over in the Red Light District in a little bit. I'll explain it over there."
"Where?" David said as he tried to hear Alan but could hardly hear him but the music.
"Red Light District...Ammu-Nation." Alan said loudly into the phone and hung up.
David managed to hear the last bit and took a mental note to get there quickly. He got inside his Sentential and headed out of the parking lot.
As for Alan he pulled out a couple of twenties to the two ladies he also fished out a hundred dollar bill and said, "Now what does it take for two fine ladies to give me a happy ending...if its not too much ask." He smirked as the two looked at him, then at the money and grinned like a couple of horny eighteen year-olds from high school. "Well then, show me what yall can do." He said still smirking, as the two kneeled down his crotch and gave him his money's worth.
Meanwhile, David drove towards the gun shop. He checked his watch and saw it was 1:13pm. He then saw a police car up ahead and grinned. Shit, why not, he said in his head, and stepped on the gas and quickly gained speed. He pressed on the pedal even more until he was right up to the car and then suddenly jerked the steering wheel cutting off the cop car in the process to the point where the cop car siren chirped out loud at him. David ignored it as he was in front of the car.
"Hey! Get out of the way asshole!" The cop yelled through a loudspeaker. As he honked his horn, David continued to ignore him and grabbed his two toned colored Beretta and rolled down the window from the passenger side. He didn't bother aiming as he let off a couple of rounds. He hit the front tire as well as a headlight. "You son of a bitch! Pull over! Now!"
"Not today prick, maybe another day!" David shouted as he stomped on the pedal gaining top speed. In less than five seconds, he was out of the cop car's sight as he entered downtown. He slowed down a bit not wanting another cop car on his tail for speeding, and taking pot shots at a cop car. He knew where to head to make sure they wouldn't find him as he took a turn towards an alley and honked his horn twice. A shutter rolled up letting him drive his car inside.
"What it'll be kid?" The head mechanic yelled as David turned off his car.
"Just change the plates, and put some air in the tires if you can." David said as he handed the mechanic two crisp hundred dollars bills.
The man in charge nodded as he snapped his fingers loudly. In a hot second, the mechanics went to work like a pit crew; removing the tires as well as the license plates. David felt his phone vibrate, and checked it seeing that it was Lilly sending him a friendly hello followed by a few x's and o's. He looked at the time on it and saw only fifteen minutes had passed since he left Brownstand. He again turned around to see the mechanics slapping on the last tire and putting in air.
"By the way, I managed to put on some high quality tires on for you." The head mechanic said as he came out of the office, looking at his boys slip the license plate on the front and back bumper.
"Whitewall tires?" David said smirking at his smartass comment.
"Nope. I got you some run flats. Unlike other tires that would tear apart and cause you to drive on your rims...that's, if you're stupid to go that far. Anyway, these will still stay on your car like white on rice even if they are flat. The trick is they have some kind of foam that is in them." The head mechanic said as he the rest of the workers stopped and lined up finishing up his work
"I like it...I like it a lot. Does any of this cost extra?" David said as he was getting into his car.
"Nah, its alright. After all, we invested so much into these damn things; we need to get rid of them somehow. Besides you work for Paul, and he's done a lot for us to begin with."
David handed him an extra fifty-dollar bill and smiled. "Well I appreciate the help. See ya around."
One of the workers opened the shutters and David drove out slowly and started heading towards the Red Light District as fast as he could. He turned up the radio and began listening to AC/DC until he arrived at Ammu-Nation. He swerved ahead of a city bus, causing the driver to honk and scream in Spanish at David, as he drove up to a parking space close enough to the entrance of the store. He turned off the car as he grabbed his Beretta, a holster, and a 9mm magazine. Once he collected his belongings, he power walked towards the doors.
"Hey there mistah!" The gun clerk said as he was cleaning the parts to a CAR-15. "What kind of protection are ya gonna be looking fer?"
"Nothing at all, I'm just going to be using the gun range for today." David said as he peeled off a ten and handed it to the man. "Just a box of 9mm rounds, and a couple of mags will do. By the way if you see a guy come inside looking for me, let him know where I am."
" Sure thang kid." The gun clerk nodded as he made sure he got everything David needed and rung everything up. It only took a minute for David he loaded each clip with bullets and went inside the gun range.
The loud booming and popping of firearms both big and small were echoing through the hallway as he looked for an empty spot so he can go at it. As he walked by he glanced at someone using a M-249 light machine gun. David shook his head laughing seeing the guy spraying the paper human target. He continued walking for a bit until he stopped. He saw a young woman who looked like a little bruised and had a black eye. She wearing a Daytona City Dolphins jacket, holding a Browning Hi-Power pistol and, letting off shot after shot in rapid succession. He squinted at the target and saw each was shot was right at the groin.
She sneered as she, pressed the ejection button and let the clip fall to the floor and slammed another clip. She fired away at the target's head and screamed, "I'll teach you to punch me over turning off your TV you bastard!"
Damn, I feel sorry for the guy who's gonna get shot by her, he thought as he continued walking as he found a spot all the way at the way end and pulled his gun out of the holster and checked it.
After slipping on his earplugs he relaxed his shoulders. "Alright. Let's do this." David said out loud thumbing the safety off and slammed his hand on a buzzer. A paper human target came down and stayed in place as David stood in place with both hands on the gun and slowly inhaled while taking aim. He fired off a couple rounds aiming towards the target's center mass. He then inhaled sharply and let off another couple of bullets towards its head. He switched towards the chest again and emptied the gun. As he started to reload a new clip, he thought about the day Randy was wounded and his hands began to shake a little bit. He then pictured Luis as the target and gritted his teeth.
Motherfucker, he thought as he pulled the slide back and aimed at the target's head. He still was picturing it was Luis as his body shook in anger and took one hand off of the gun and aimed at it. As the gun rang out, his finger was so quick on the trigger; it looked like he was firing a machine pistol towards the paper target. Once the slide went back, he ejected the magazine and put in a fresh new one. Once he was done, he went at the target shooting at it like a madman...only with precise aim.
Outside the store, Alan parked his Sunrise and saw David's Sentinel. When he got out, he checked the car to see if he was inside. When he checked he went inside the store and the clerk glanced at him.
"Well der stranger, what you need help wit?"
"I'm looking for a guy, Italian, a little shorter than me. You see him anywhere?" Alan asked as he glanced at a row of revolvers on sale..
"Oh yeah, there was a fella here not too long ago. He's over in the gun range right now. While you here, you interested in a Tec-9? Just had a few converted to fire full-auto," said the clerk hoping to get Alan interested in them.
Alan shook his head. "Not today, I was actually wondering if you got some brass knuckles."
"Sure thang." The clerk said as he went behind the counter. "How many do ya need?"
Back in the gun range, David was on his next to last clip. His eyes were still red as he aimed and let off another fifteen round blaze at the target. Some of the bullets hit the target while, the rest missed. When his gun went empty, he pressed the buzzer letting the target come towards him so he can see his results. He pulled it from the wire and glanced at how riddled it was with so many bullet holes it could pass off as a piece of Swiss cheese.
Just as he was about to crumple it up Alan patted him on the back. "So David, you ready to go?"
"Yea...just about." David said as he glanced at the paper.
"Something on your mind?" Alan asked as he also took notice at the bullet riddled practice target.
"A lot of things Alan. But I'm cool." David said cooling down and crumpling the paper up and tossing it in the trash. "Now, what was it you wanted to tell me earlier?"
"Well earlier today I was having a drink and I met this guy who's an agent for a celebrity." Alan yelled as the two of them were walking towards the exit.
"Like who?" David said as the two of them waved good-bye to the clerk.
When they got outside, Alan got up to his car and leaned against the side. "I'm not sure, but I think it's some action star maybe a music artist. At least that what was I was told."
"That's narrowing it down." David said sarcastically. Anyway, what does it have to do this with me?"
Alan smiled. "Man, I thought I could use someone for this kind of work. We're gonna be working as extra muscle for the celeb."
"Work as a bodyguard? Sure if it pays right." David said as he was walking to his car.
"Of course man. The guy is going to pay us five g's, and all we have to do is make sure nothing wild happens and keep the fans from trashing the place up." Alan said as he got inside his car.
"Do we have to dress up for this?" David said as he looked at the clothes he was wearing. He was wearing a green and white polo shirt, along with some olive colored jeans and boots.
"Eh, not really. We're good. Anyway we're supposed to meet the agent over at the Downtown docks on Pitt and Syracuse Ave. He supposed to be at some Greek cafe." Alan said as he started his car and waited for David.
"You mean that spot near the docks with some of those little cafe's next to each other?" David asked as he got inside his car and started the engine. "Alright, I'll race ya." Before Alan could react to what he said, David jerked the gear to reverse and pulled off a J-turn and peeled off causing Alan to cough from the dust David's car kicked up.
Alan rolled up his window coughing and grinned. "Oh, it's on Davey boy." He threw his car in reverse and pulled off the same J-turn and drove off to catch up with him.
David turned on the radio and selected it to a techno station. It was in the middle of playing Sandstorm, as he looked at the rear view window. To his surprise Alan was catching up really quick. Alan saw there were one too many cars to dodge to catch up so he thought of the next best thing; drive on the sidewalk. He threw the steering wheel to the right and jumped the curb honking the horn.
"Move it motherfuckers!" Alan yelled as he continued to honk the horn and drive the sidewalk much easily. People were in horror as they jumped out of the way, one of them jumping through a plus size women's boutique window because he didn't have time to decide where to get out of the way.
David on the other hand was whipping it through the streets as he made a sharp turn through the avenue. A turn that was a little too much as it sent his car on two wheels for a short period of time. David eyes widened as he tried to balance of the car before it's two wheels came back down. David's phone rang as he hit it on speaker hearing a slightly annoyed Alan.
"Showoff!" Alan shouted before hanging up.
"Your one to talk!" David said laughing his ass off honking his horn hearing his friend get annoyed by his little stunts.
Alan drove off the sidewalk and back on the street making the same turn as he made. Alan scrunched up his face as he saw that David was at least thirty feet away from him. He then glanced at his steering wheel and noticed a small red button with a checkered flag. He smiled knowing exactly what it was and press the button. Alan's car suddenly pushed forward as he glanced at his speedometer and saw he was picking up speeds close enough to 140mph. Alan yelled in triumph as he gripped the leather of his steering wheel and braced himself for one hell of a boost.
"What the hell?" David said as he saw Alan's Sunrise suddenly boost up close to him. It's nitrous...that's got to be it, he thought as he saw another turn and pulled off a lovely powerslide. He held it together as he made the turn while he was still in the same lane.
Alan however, couldn't handle the speed and had to hit the brakes while he made the turn. He jumped the curb once again and slammed into a small hotdog stand. "Shit!" Alan yelled out and he saw his paintjob get a bit scratched up from the food stand. He slowed down a little bit as he regained speed and tried to catch up. He saw that the dock was just one more turn away. He saw a small narrow alley and decided to take the narrow shortcut. "Shit, I already got the car banged up a bit and scratched. What's a few more going to do?" he said as he went through it, hitting garbage bags, and the occasional trashcan.
David didn't see Alan's car anymore and thought to himself, He's going through a little shortcut. David didn't let it bother him as he continued driving and take the last turn and saw the small row of cafes over by the docks. David smiled as he drove down a small hill heading towards them. Alright, just gotta take it easy, he thought as he saw a blur past him "Your fucking kidding me!" He yelled out loud as he saw Alan's car jump right out of the alley like a bat out of hell. Taking the risk, David stomped on the gas pedal while downshifting and reached up to Alan. The two cars were close to each other as they headed towards the cafes.
Alan's car wasn't so good on the breaking as he tried to make it to park, as he tried to hit the brakes. He was slowing down but not enough as, David stomped on the handbrake as well as made a turn. He pulled off a 180-degree spin and slowly parked, while Alan's car tried to park but went up to a curb and slowly came to a stop.
David laughed and honked his horn several times in victory as Alan looked like he wasn't too happy about loosing. David slowly got out activating the silent alarm as saw Alan breathing heavily. He knocked on his window asking, "So...what the hell took ya so long?"
Alan rolled down his windows muttering, "Kiss...my...ass." He looked so tired, he breathing out each word slowly.
"Whatever man. Let's go see this guy." David said as he waited for Alan to get out.
"The cafe I mentioned is over here. Alan said straightening himself up.
The two of them walked towards the cafe and stepped inside. It looked a bit busy as several people sitting down eating lunch and having conversations left and right. Alan looked around for the guy, while David was checking the place out himself. The walls were decorated with paintings as well as the ceiling. Greek music played softly through the small speakers that were by the wall. David sat down and in a hot second a waitress came up to greet him.
"Hi, how can I help to you today?" The waitress asked flashing him a 100-watt smile while handing him a menu.
David shook his head no for the menu and replied, "Just coffee for me. Cream and five sugars."
The waitress nodded and hustled to the kitchen to get his coffee. David relaxed and looked for Alan and saw him talking. Must be him, he thought as the two of them walked over to David.
"Here he is, this is the guy I mentioned to you about," said Alan sitting down. "David, this is Terrell McCarran."
Terrell was an overweight Irish male, with bushy eyebrows, short ginger red hair and freckles. He had a small tattoo of a small ace of spades on his neck that David noticed. David also notice the man had a two scars; one that was by his lip and a bigger one on his cheek that reached up to his ear.
"You the guy Alan told me about." Terrell said sitting down by Alan.
David nodded. "Yeah, that's me."
"Terrific. My client is heading to the Grand Palace Theatre in a few hours, and he needs bodyguards. From what I see here, you two fit the bill."
The waitress came back with David's coffee and he thanked her. "Well Terrell, me and Alan are capable of doing the job. But I'm sure your running a business, not a charity. So I want full guarantee that you will pay us once this is done."
Terrell glanced at Alan raising his eyebrows and looked at David. "Listen David, I don't know who you are for you to give me demands. But I run my company, nobody else. I don't have to pay you jack shit. In fact, I can make you work for little next to nothing or some other jackoff from the street work for me. You want to work with me. You want to roll with this, say the word. You don't, then I'll leave and you'll miss out."
Alan scooted over to David and muttered, "Come on man."
David looked at him and Alan. He then sipped his coffee and said, "Alright. I'm in."
Terrell serious manner quickly became a happy one as he grinned. "Well alright. That's the answer I was looking for. Now, lets get to business." He showed the two of them a picture of an actor. The man in a photo looked extremely well built as mean looking. He either looked like he was taking steroids since he was a teenager, or had one serious diet/exercise plan and stuck right to it.
Alan glanced at the picture and said, "Is that Jack Hauser?"
Terrell smiled. "Yup that's him. Best action star this world has ever seen."
"That is until he did that shitty movie 'Special Needs Cop' which dropped his popularity like a stone, and 'accidentally' killed that guy on a talk radio show in 1992 in San Andreas," David interjected shaking his head remembering how boring that movie was when he saw it as a kid with his brother.
"Yeah he that and did spend ten years in jail on good behavior, but he was able to able to pull himself out of that and a few weeks ago he finished making a third 'Exploder' movie as his big time comeback. And the premiere starts tonight.
David shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, I guess, but why would he need bodyguards? The man is big enough to be his own bodyguard and stuntman."
"Well the thing is, that he wants to show that yes he can be an actor and not some walking brute in real life. Besides, he got enough of flack being that in the past...which why you two are going to be the brutes instead. All you got to do is keep an eye on him and maintain the peace while he talks to a few reporters, takes a few pictures and signs a couple of autographs."
"Doesn't sound so bad." Alan said.
"The only thing I ask you is that you stow your guns. If anyone tries to give Jack a hard time, you give him or her a good shove away from him or a punch in the face. To be honest, I'd rather see someone alive with a broken nose than in a dead stiff in a body bag. It just isn't good publicity. I want you two to be bodyguards...not killers." Terrell said taking the picture away from the two and placed it in his pants pocket.
David sipped his coffee some more and nodded. "Alright. We'll head over there."
Terrell shook both of their hands and said, "Good I'll let him know that his help will be there."
"You're not coming with us?" Alan said as he got up from his chair.
"I'll be there in a while," said Terrell as he called for a waitress. "Oh, I'll pay for the coffee by the way."
David thanked him and proceeded walking outside towards his car and Alan followed suit. Alan looked a little bit excited knowing that David would take the deal.
"You see didn't I tell you that this would work?" Alan said as they walked.
"First off, that fucking mick sounds shady as a motherfucker. Second, he seems like he isn't going to pay us at all."
"Don't worry man. He's from Vinewood. All of the big shots are like that," said Alan reassuringly. "By the way, I was wondering if I could ride with you to theater. My car is umm...well..."
David laughed. "Yea, sure. Hop in. Maybe you shouldn't take shortcuts or push your car to its limit."
Alan got inside and said, "Hey you were going to win. So I had to kick it into high gear."
"Speaking of which, when did you get the nitro?" David said as he started the car and drove.
"Just last week. I never had a chance to put it into use till today. What do you think?"
David turned it to a funk station. "If anything you gotta learn how to control that shit. You were nearly going all over the place."
"Yeah, yeah." Alan said muttering looking at how banged up his ride was after their little race as they drove off out of sight.
"By the way man, I was wondering how was my brother doing, since you were there the other week with your boys to keep an eye on him." David said as he took the freeway.
"He's doing alright from what the nurses say. Should be up and out in a day or two." Alan said giving David a little ray of hope knowing he would be out soon. "If anything I know the guy would want some revenge for what the Cuban Cartel did to him."
"He isn't the only one." David muttered underneath his breath. As they took the freeway, Alan glanced at David gripping the steering wheel as if he was choking the hell out of someone. If David had gripped it any tighter, he probably would have bent the steering wheel and perhaps tear it off in a fit of rage.
Time seemed to pass up very quickly for the two as it was getting close to the evening. Alan got a text and told David that Jack was at a motel across the street from a Burger Shot, down in Brownstand. David nodded and got off on the exit ramp towards there. When they found the motel, they ran up to one of the maids working there.
"Where is Jack Hauser?" Alan said eyeing at the Asian maid.
"He's up in room 17-C. But he wishes not to be disturbed." Said the maid very meekly.
"Well too damn bad." David said as he moved the maid aside and continued walking down the hall.
In a little while, the two of them made and Alan knocked on the door twice. No answer. The two of them looked at each other and David decided to knock on the door, only louder.
"Who is it? What do you want?" A voice boomed from inside of the room.
"Jack, we're here to take you to the Golden Palace Theatre." David said making sure nobody heard him. The last think they needed was people rushing out their rooms, cramming up the narrow hall, begging for an autograph.
"Oh yeah, give me a minute." Jack said.
David and Alan leaned up against the wall waiting up for him. Alan looked one way to see anything going on while David looked the other way. In the time they waited only one person walked past them looking at them funny before he went into his room. Alan yawned, while David grew impatient for Jack to get out.
"What the fuck is he doing in there that's taking him so fucking long?" David said loudly.
The door opened finally opened but only two hookers came out. The two of them stumbled out the room glassy eyed combined with the pungent odor of sweat, weed, and sex. Alan looked at the two as they walked down the hallway slowly and close to passing out.
"Come on," muttered David as they walked inside and shut the door.
"Is that you guys? I'm just bout ready to go." Jack said from the bathroom.
Yea, so are we, David said to himself as he looked around and didn't even want to bother sitting down anywhere at all.
"Can you believe it man? We're gonna be this guy's bodyguards." Alan said as he didn't care for the mess and sat down on the couch and moved aside a Burger Shot sandwich wrapper.
"I can't believe this fuck, is taking his sweet ass time." David said crossing his arms.
"Man, just relax, the guy is a celebrity. Of course they take their sweet ass time. You know how they like to make an entrance."
"Well time is money, we're supposed to get this guy to the place and keep an eye out for him and get paid. You bet your ass, I'm going to have a nice little chat with Terrell." David said coolly.
Jack then stepped out of the bathroom adjusting his pants and saw the two. He had on a red dress shirt, black dress pants, followed with Italian leather shoes that were polished to mirror sheen. "So your the boys that supposed to be taking me to prom eh?" Jack said jokingly and laughed.
Alan laughed as he got up and shook Jack's hand. "Man, you are funny as hell. Isn't he funny David?"
David faked a smile and said, "Yea...hilarious. But yeah we're gonna have to head out."
Jack agreed. "Yeah, your right. So where's the limo?"
"Well we're going in something a little bit different. That way, the media doesn't notice...nor won't be able to catch up." David said as he opened the door.
"Pretty clever man, I like that." Jack said zipping up his zipper, and followed David. "Hey, Alex, be a pal and pay for my stay here?"
"Um, yeah sure, and its Alan. I hate the name Alex." Alan said as he checked his wallet.
As David and Jack jogged towards the car, Alan paid for hotel stay. Alan shook his head as he saw that it came up to several hundred dollars. When he finished paying, he ran over to the Sentinel. David saw Alan get inside and stomped on the gas as headed back to the freeway. As David was driving steadily, Jack and Alan were talking about the movies that Jack stared in. The two of them were like kids, while David felt like the parent driving from a long trip.
By the time David arrived, the place was crowded. Media vans, limos were parked all along the curbs, while the paparazzi were asking questions to different celebs and taking photos. David slowly drove up to the end of the block away from the theatre. They would walk to walk the rest of the way just to get there.
"I guess we're walking huh?" Alan said.
David nodded slowly as all three of them stepped out of the car So far no one noticed any of them as they walked down the sidewalk with David power walking upfront. Alan slipped his hands in his pockets and felt something metal in them and pulled it out slowly. It was the pair of brass knuckles he had purchased earlier.
"Yo David, I need to give you something." Alan said walking up a little faster to catch up.
"What?"
Alan handed him a pair of brass knuckles and grinned. "Well since the guy said he use guns, I guess these will do."
David smiled as he slipped them on and gripped tightly. "Nice. You got a pair yourself?"
"Trust me, I got mine."
As soon as David turned around he saw a rush of media come towards them. David and Alan took out his shades, and began to escort Jack towards the place. The constant flashes from cameras were insane, as one reporter manage to break through reaching her microphone up towards Jack.
"Excuse me Jack, I have a question. What does it feel like to work with the director who created the series 72?"
"Well it's doing pretty good miss. He's feels like this is his greatest work." Jack said as Alan gently pushed her away as they continued walking.
A nerdy looking person, who looked like he just came out of the basement of his mom's house, pushed in and yelled, "Your second movie sucked! All it had was patriotic garbage in it, and the fact that he is able to punch someone's head off was just corny."
Jack interjected, "Listen, it was the mid-1980's and it was good at the time, besides, I didn't see anyone complaining. Move along."
"Forget it! People like you need to be locked up for making such shitty movies!" The nerd yelled.
David got right into his guys face. "Get out of here man, don't you got a sci-fi convention to crawl back to?"
The nerd flinched but squared his shoulders. "Fuck you asshole!"
The nerd made a shallow attempt to throw a punch at David but came up short. David took a step at the man and, sent the heel of his palm into the center of the nerd's face. David knew he heard something click as blood squirted from the nerds broken nose. David watched as he fell back into the crowd as motioned Alan and Jack to move up.
As they continued to avoid several questions, two ladies came up to him smiling. Both of them were wearing the same blue and white plaid miniskirt and tank top. Both of them were twins. "We are your favorite fans," said the two at the same time.
Jack and Alan smiled at the twins, while David was freaked out for a second at how they sounded so alike. One of the twins had an autograph book while the other one had a camera. "Can you do a big favor?" They asked.
"Sure, is it legal?" Jack said snickering as the twin ladies giggled. One of the handed him the autograph book excited to see Jack's signature. What she got was not only that, but his cell phone number. When he was finished, the other one handed her camera to her sister so she can take the picture with him. As soon as they were finished, the two thanked him by giving them their number and left happily.
As they continued to walk, Alan looked at the twins running to their car. "Please, tell me you got their number." Alan said as he pushed aside another reporter.
"Yeah, here take it." Jack said handing Alan the strip of paper.
"Almost there," said David as another guy ran up pushing people out of the way. He continued pushing until he got straight up into his face. "Yea, can I help you?"
The guy was a short black man with a twitch in his left eye. "Yea, um...peep this out man, is that uh, Jack Hauser from those Exploder movies?"
David eyed him up and down replying, "Yea that's him."
"Good." said the short man with a grin showing off his two front gold teeth. In a fast second, he slowly pulled out from his coat, a Colt 1911 handgun.
David's eyes shifted to the man's hand and yelled. "Gun! Jack, get down!" David's hand shot towards the thug's hand and brought it upward in the air pulling the trigger. The gunshot rang out loudly as people began to panic and scatter away. David and the thug struggled as the gun went off several more times before David said to himself enough was enough. He mustered enough strength bringing up his fist that had the brass knuckles gripped and swung hard. The sound of bone breaking was loud enough for anyone to hear as David broke the man's jaw. As the .45 caliber handgun fell on the sidewalk, he swung again sending a vicious haymaker towards the man's temple. While guy fell flat on his back, David snatched the gun and kept it safely tucked away in his pocket.
"David is it all clear?" Alan yelled from behind Jack, using him like a human shield.
"Yeah come on...we got a premiere to catch." David said as he slowly walked over the fallen thug and continued walking towards the theatre.
After a few more talks, autographs and pictures, the three of them finally made to the theatre. It was already jam packed with a lot of people as they the movie was just about to start. David looked around and was surprised that this was going so far so good. Two and a half hours later when the movie-ended people began talking a little bit as David ran out the theatre and get towards the car. As he got inside and drove up in front, he saw Jack and Alan laughing it up talking bout how great the movie was. David honked the horn letting them know it was time to head out.
Alan came up to the car as David rolled down the window. "Hey, listen, Jack knows where there is gonna be an after party over at this penthouse over at downtown. There's going to be women, drinks, and some euro trash DJ playing some house music. You in?"
David thought about it and nodded. "Sure why not."
"So what did you think of the movie?" Alan asked as he got inside the car and Jack followed.
David gave it a few thoughts and said, "It was alright. Pretty suspenseful, stuck to the plot unlike the first two and violent to the end."
"I like that part where he took the big ass knife and sent it straight up from the man's chin all the up to the his head." Alan said laughing. "You should have seen the shocked look on his face when it happened"
"All of us were shocked. To be honest, I bet someone is dying to try that out." David said as he had Alan show him the way. It didn't take him any longer than thirty minutes to arrive there.
As people were already heading inside the place, the stench of weed was everywhere. House music was pumping loudly through the speakers as they walked around. A honey blond woman wearing a tight fitting jeans and tank top, handed David a drink and winked at him. David accepted it and took a small sip. It was lemonade and vodka...very strong vodka. David's mouth felt slightly numb as he took another sip. His body felt loose and relaxed as he started drinking a bit more. He sat down on a plush red couch and saw a couple making out. He shrugged, and went to sip his liquor slow. The same woman came up to him handing him another drink, and sat on his lap.
"What's your name?" She said as she extended her hand to David.
"David, and you?" David said shaking her hand.
"Don't worry about that." She said smiling and kissed him hotly.
David was in a daze, as he broke away the kiss. "How bout we just talk for a little bit?" smiling.
She looked at him and smiled. "How about no?"
David shrugged giving in and gulped his drink. When he was finished, he smirked and locked lips with her.
The rest of the night was one big blur for him as he danced, drink, made out with other women, and even had a friendly arm wrestling competition where the looser had to chug a beer. He felt like he was walking on air as he later on in the night blacked out. When David woke up he was in his car with music playing in the car. He was in a daze as well as shirtless, his pant's down, and had a woman with her head faced down in his crotch snoring. His head was throbbing the second he opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings.
"D-damn...some party." David muttered as he pulled the woman from his lap and pulled up his pants.
The woman next to him was quite the looker for her middle age as she groaned and slowly looked at David wiping her mouth. "Who? What...what on earth happened? Your not my husband Terrell."
David's eyes shot back looking at her. "By Terrell, do you mean an Irish guy?" the woman nodded slowly and showed her wedding band to him. David unlocked the doors and stammered, "Get out of here...right now."
She replied quickly as she grabbed her panties from off the dashboard and, got out of the Sentinel. As soon as she closed the door, David started the car and drove out of sight. David shook his head, as his vision was blurry. He needed to get home and just a hot shower and a nap as fast as possible. He then heard his cell phone ring on the dashboard as he grabbed it.
"Yeah what is it?" David slurred.
"It's Alan. I'm surprised you're still alive after how much you guzzled last night."
David scoffed. "Yea...I'm surprised I can still drive despite my hangover."
Alan laughed. "Well, I got some good news, Terrell is going to give us a nice lump sum of cash for making sure Jack made it and back."
"Hopefully he doesn't notice his wife being in my car earlier." David said out loud by mistake.
"What?" Alan said surprised.
"I'll explain it later...when I'm a little bit sober." David said making a lazy turn.
Alan laughed even more. "Well take it easy man. I'll head over to your place later today with the money."
David shut his phone off tossing it in the back seat. His head felt heavy and mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. He was going to sleep it off as soon as he made it to his apartment...if he got to it before crashing into someone with the hangover he had. When he made it to a stoplight he heard the cell phone ring again. The loud noise felt like someone was taking a power drill through his head. The light turned green and David drove off heading towards Cecil Apartments slowly and surely. He didn't give a rat's ass if the cars behind him were honking and cussing behind him, he just wanted to get there safe and sound.
After arriving at the parking garage, he grabbed his phone and slowly got out of the car. He didn't feel so dizzy as he walked towards the elevator. As the door opened, he saw the clerk that usually worked the front stepped out.
"Hey David, just wanted to let you know you had some woman Lilly left a few messages for you."
David slowly nodded and groaned. "Yea...thanks."
The guy looked at him and saw he had his shirt unbuttoned along with lipstick smudges and his pants sagging. "Uh, David did you party or something the other night?"
"Mind your business," said David feeling irritated as the elevator doors closed. He leaned up against the wall and couldn't wait till he got some much needed rest, and he was gong to make sure he got every single hour of it, no matter what.
Hope you had fun reading it! Stay tuned for Chapter 16: An Unlikely Alliance.
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