atteo came up to report that although ‘he’ was keeping an eye on the Chinese, that so was she. “If they separate, you go straight to the boss.” She had told him. Also, that she was getting very drunk. “She had five shots when she first came in; not sure how many she’s had now but she’s starting to sway.” I nodded, locked up the office and made my way downstairs.
I picked her up off the seat, while Matteo helped her friend up, I had my car brought round to the door. Turned out her bag was in the staff room and she’d paid upfront at the bar, I took the money back out of my wallet and put it in her purse.
We dropped her friend off, and shortly after a motorcycle pulled alongside us. A gun was pointed at the window. The trigger was pulled.
My car is naturally bulletproof, the bullet bounced right back off, must have hit the motorcyclist. I watched as the bike hit the ground.
I turned to see Laura watching me intently, a puzzled look across her face.
“What?” I asked. She never did tell me what was on her mind. She took my hand and put it up her skirt.
“This is what you want; right?” She said. There was a look on her face, I knew what she was thinking; she’d give it to me, she’d not be happy about it but she’d give it to me. I pulled my hand away, tilting her head up to face mine.
“No, you idiot! This is what I want…” and I leaned in to kiss her.
Well yeah, I wanted ‘that’ as well, but all in good time.
I’d been stood watching over her through the window of my office in the club when it suddenly hit me that I was in love with her. The thought of anyone else touching her drove me insane with jealousy, and having gone through her phone I knew there was no one else on the horizon. I decided there and then I’d make her my wife, somehow.
So I did.