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“I’m only doing this because I love you, Mysti May.”
He’s going to torch the room and trap the girls in there with the flames.
Jesus fucking Christ.
“You motherfucker!” Sammi shouts and runs toward Alphonso. He draws his gun, ready to fire at her. But she’s intercepted by one of the henchmen, who picks her up off the floor easily.
“Don’t hurt her!”
“I won’t, baby, don’t worry,” Alphonso smiles at me again and lowers his gun. Another three men seemingly appear out of the crowds to approach us all. I look around, trying to figure out a way to get out of this.
There’s no point waiting for Brendon anymore.
In times like this, a damsel’s gotta be her own damn savior.
“Put them all in the bedroom, they don’t need to see this,” Alphonso waves his hand again and the men all lurch forward to grab us. With my heart pounding in my ears, I reach down and grab the closest thing towards me.
I lift up the roses from on top of the pile of cocaine and swipe at the mound of flesh as it steps toward me.
I watch as the thorns scratch his face, drawing beads of blood that form along his forehead. But a man that dense doesn’t care much for thorns. He twists the bouquet in my hands as I hear Alphonso sigh, almost melodramatically. In his meaty arms, he picks me up as though I weigh less than a bag of flour and tosses me over his shoulder.
“You asshole, you can’t do this!”
“Oh, there she is,” Alphonso says patronizingly, looking at me hoisted over his henchmen’s shoulder like I’m a naughty toddler who’s been caught drawing on the walls with sharpie. “There’s my little fighter.”
I flip Alphonso my middle finger as I try and kick against this thug’s six pack. But, apparently, I need to start wearing pointed heels, because these blunt pumps are doing a grand total of fucking nothing.
“It’s only because I love you, Mysti. I suppose this is goodbye.”
“Fuck you, Alphonso!”
The henchman tosses me onto the bed and slams the door shut behind us, trapping us in the room. I get back to my feet and pat myself down, listening to the commotion outside the door.
“Well, at least we know where the cocaine came from,” Percy says.
“Asshole, who needs an ex-husband to show up right as I’m about to marry a new one?” I kick at the door, scuffing the wood and my shoe.
“Never mind that now,” Sammi says, “we need to get out of here.”
I look around the room and turn back to the girls. Sammi’s right, we can’t very well sit here while the whole room goes down in flames around us.
“We can’t fight our way out of this room,” I say, “it’ll be suicide for sure.”
“Alphonso wouldn’t shoot—” Becky begins.
Percy rolls her eyes, “Yeah he would, if he had to.”
“He would,” I concur. “I’m really not sure he’s got any screws left.”
“He’s definitely got one screw left for you—did you see the raging hard-on he had?”
I hit Percy on the arm and take a step away from the door—just in case Alphonso is listening to us talk about his dick and starts to get the wrong idea.
“That was just his gun.”
“No way, Mysti,” Becky chimes in. “He was more than just carrying.”
“Can we get back to the plan, guys?” Sammi pushes her head into the conversation, “Because if you keep talking about his dick, he might just try and fuck you, too.”
