Page 40 of Paco
Chapter Eleven
Bobby’s face becamerigid, jaw clamped tight, teeth grinding.Where the fuck is she?Looking at her phone on the dresser and her clothes hanging in the closet, he figured she couldn’t have gone very far. “The fuckin’ bitch!” He kicked the chair over, then threw the trash can at the wall. Bits of plaster rained down.
Opening the door between the connecting rooms, he looked at his two whores’ sleeping forms. “Crystal, Amber Jade, get your lazy asses in here now!”
Crystal jumped up. “What’s the matter?” She came into his room.
Amber Jade walked in slowly, rubbing her eyes. “What time is it?”
“Did you see Misty last night or this morning?” Both women shook their heads. “Fuck! Do you know where she is? And you fuckin’ better tell me the truth or I’ll kill you.”
“I don’t know anything about her. Last time I saw her, she was going into the room with you. That was about two thirty or so this morning,” Crystal said.
“Same here,” Amber Jade added.
“You bitches better not be lying to me.” Bobby took out his gun and the women cried out.
“We’re not BSing you. We’d tell you where the skank was if we knew.” Crystal cringed in the corner.
“Even if she gave you some money? Did she do that? Did she pay you to lie to me?” He rushed over and pulled Crystal’s hair. “Tell me, bitch. Where the fuck is she?”
Holding her hands up as if trying to shield herself from a possible bullet, tears spilled down her cheeks. “I don’t know where the slut is. I’d tell you, Bobby. You know I love you.”
Raising his arm, he slammed the gun down on her head, and blood started flowing down the side of her face.
“I swear, Bobby. I don’t know nothin’. I’d tell you. I hate the fuckin’ bitch. I wouldn’t protect her. She’s nothing but a fuckin’ slave. Please don’t hit me again. I didn’t do nothin’.”
Her nasally voice grated on his already taut nerves. “Shut the fuck up or I’ll put a bullet through your stupid head!”
Bobbing her head over and over like a broken jack-in-the-box, she sank to the ground. “Okay, Bobby. I’m shutting up. I won’t say another word.” She put her hand in front of her mouth.
Whirling around, he glared at Amber Jade, who stood in the doorway, her face whiter than the sheets on the bed. “You know anything?”
“No. I swear. I love you too, Bobby. If I saw her leaving, I never would’ve let her.”
“Get your worthless asses back to your room. I gotta think.” He pointed the gun at them and they ran out.
The fuckin’ cunt stole the money. I can’t believe I didn’t cuff her before I took the pills. I screwed this up bad. Fuck!
Anger weaved around him, choking him. He’d been too confident in his control over her and was sure she’d never run. A few times in the past, he’d done the same and she was always there in the morning, waiting for instructions. It used to make him feel smug as hell when he’d see her each morning. “I broke that fuckin’ bitch,” he muttered. But something had changed to make her take the chance and escape.
In the beginning she’d tried a few times, but after he punished her good, she stopped and life had been fine. Her ass gave him a good life, and he’d just struck a deal with Victor, but the bitch had gone and fucked it all up. Victor had paid him a load of money for her, and now she was gone. “Fuck!”
While he tapped numbers into his phone, he walked over to the window and looked down at the parking lot. Some johns were leaving from different rooms, each of them rushing down the stairs with hands in pockets and heads down. A couple of drug sales were going down in the corner of the lot near the dumpster.
“This is Bobby. Is she back home?”
“She’s not with you?” the voice replied.
“If she were, I wouldn’t be calling you. You made a deal with Erik and me eight years ago, and it still stands. Did the bitch call home?”
“No. How did she get away after all these years?”
“This cunt cost me a shitload of money, and I’m either gonna get it from her or from you. You call me the minute you hear from her. If you try and double-cross me, I’ll kill everyone in your family before I get to you.”
“I’ll let you know. She’s bound to come home.”
A beep signaled an incoming call. “I gotta go. Don’t fuck me over.” Bobby clicked off and stiffened when he saw Victor’s number.What the fuck am I gonna tell him?
