Chapter 11Ciara

Chapter 11

Ciara

"Hey Sandy, how about that drink?"

I left the loft shortly after hearing Luca on the phone. I tried not to let it bother me, but down deep I knew it did. It was none of my business who he was fucking anyway, but it appeared that this person was special. What bothered me the most was that he always claimed I was his woman. Then who the fuck was he missing?

I rode a few miles and stopped at Mickeys bar near the business district. I badly wanted another drink and Sandy was the person I thought about. He'd left the loft before me, and I wasn't even sure he was available.

"Sure, where are you?"

"Micky's."

"I'll be there in ten," he said.

In those ten minutes, Luca called three times. I ignored the calls and switched the phone off on the fourth. I wasn't in the mood to deal with him right now. In fact, I was more determined to focus a hundred percent on finding Carlos at el . I had to find another way to ease my pain and sorrows. Luca had served his purpose in making me feel relaxed, but that had to end now. I wasn't the kind of woman to steal another woman's man. Nor was I the kind to become a side piece. I couldn't give him all the blame, I was the one who made the first move the other night.

I shrugged. We weren't dating or exclusive, so it didn't matter. I would just count the experience down to what it really was … a fuck – or two. I was so deep in thought that I didn't see the two men approach me in the parking lot of Micky's.

It was around eleven and only a few cars were parked in the lot. The vintage jukebox which Micky had from the sixties blasted some oldies. The night was cool with a new moon and a few zillion stars scattered across the sky.

"Hey darling, need some company?"

Oh boy, what do we have here? I was comfortably perched on my motor when two apparently mid-twenties black youth thought it would be a good idea to approach. I sighed and looked at them both. One was holding his crotch as though his dick was dropping down.

"Sure," I replied. "Only you two? Why don't you get your other friends to join. I doubt you two can handle all this." I swept my hand along my body.

One of them said, "Let's go, man. She crazy."

"Nah, she's asking for something," the other replied.

I eased off my seat of my motorbike and straightened while I reached back and traced my baton with my fingers. Since acquiring the device, I never left home without it, and it's usually attached to the bike. My taser was in its usual place in its pouch on my belt.

"Why don't you boys come and take what you want. I'm all horny and shit," I hummed, running my hand over my breasts. "Don't you like big tit girls?"

Coming closer, he eyed me from head to toe. "Sure do, sweet cheeks. How about we get a drink and get acquainted?"

"Ninja, let's go," his friend urged. "She isn't that into you."

"Look at her, she wants it man."

He was referring to my short ass riding denim shorts, knee high stiletto boots, tank top under my denim jacket. What he didn't see was my magnum inside a holster attached to my belt at my back. The jacket which aligned with the hem of the shorts, covered my weapon.

"Listen to your friend and run home to your momma, little boy. Your pacifier is waiting."

He advanced. "Aren't you a little bitch."

"You smell your momma nearby, boy?" I sniffed. "I do smell a bitch close by."

"You talking ‘bout my momma?"

I laughed. "You're pretty sensitive about your momma, you fucking her or what?"

He reached into his pants waist and brought out a Beretta 9m and pointed it at my face. I closed the space between us and grabbed the barrel, bringing it close to my face while reaching back with my other hand for my magnum.

"Do it. I dare you, piss-head!"

I brought around my handgun shoved it hard into his crotch. His eyes widened and his mouth opened wide.

"Are you ready for what's waiting?" I asked. "You're choice."

The hand with the beretta pulled back and both hands went into the air. "Look, I don't want no trouble."

A smile played on my lips as I pulled back my weapon, but at the same time reaching over and pulled my baton. "Well, too late, buddy."

I whipped my arm around while extending the baton, smacking him square on the cheek. His squeal echoed through the parking lot. His friend backed away and hit a living wall. Sandy had arrived. The boy looked scared and tried to bolt.

"I didn't do nothin'. Please let me go."

My man was holding his cheek with a slew of expletives spilling from his mouth. "You gonna pay for this, bitch!"

I raised the baton at him and he and his friend bolted, running away like a spooked puppy. I was laughing my head off as this was the most fun I'd had all evening. It made me forget about Luca for minute.

"Hey," Sandy called. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just having some fun."

The man smelled and looked great. As we entered the bar, Micky waved us over. Micky used to be a soldier for the Mercados, but when he lost his right leg, Madame Mercado abandoned him. She said she had no use for a ‘cripple'. The only person who stood in his corner was Sandy, who went against her wishes to care for him.

Although Micky was no longer active in the field, he had a knack for garnering information from drunken patrons of his bar. I had a feeling that most of the information from the street team were gathered here.

"What can I get the beautiful lady?" he enquired as we reached the bar.

"I'll have a whiskey on the rocks, please."

"Neat for me," Sandy added.

The drinks were served quickly and as Micky set mine before me, he said in a soft voice. "I heard about your brother. Don't worry, we'll get the fuckers."

That meant a lot to me. It was his way of offering his condolences. I smiled. "Thanks Micky."

Fifteen minutes later and I was bored out of my mind. I thought the mysterious sexy Sandy had something to offer. All he fucking talked about was work and sports. I sidled next to him hoping for some reaction but nothing. Did I imagine that he found me attractive? I saw the way he looked at me when he visited my apartment the other day and I saw the way his eyes lingered on my thighs tonight.

"Ahh," I made a sound as I exhaled. What the fuck was wrong with me? I didn't want Sandy, I just wanted him to want me. Luca certainly didn't and I needed something to numb the pain, and the drinks weren't doing squat.

Frustrated, I stood and finished my drink. "I gotto go. Sorry."

Sandy stood as well. "Let me call you a cab."

"No, I'm good."

The confusion and a sense of loss was setting in again. I wasn't relaxed like I was with Luca and that aggravated me. I left before Sandy could stop me, hopping on my motorbike and speeding down the main thoroughfare.