Post by Addy A on May 16, 2020 15:01:31 GMT -5
Prologue
The Day Before
The steam floated around her, giving the illusion of fog enveloping her naked form. Each bead of hot water gave away their own slice of ecstasy as the droplets bounced with elegant patterns across her exposed skin. Adelaide Ainsworth was at peace in the shower. She is alone in her apartment waiting for her boyfriend, Robbie Hope to visit so they can spend the time together with no interruptions and no responsibility before Addy embarks on her journey to the next Action Wrestling event. She hears the subtle creak of her front door over subtly over the patter of the shower against the porcelain. A smile crosses her face, anticipating the arrival of Robbie Hope. She reaches for the faucets and turns the water off and reaches for the towel, as she covers her body with a towel, leaving herself in a state of déshabillé. Adelaide walks out of the bathroom and into the hallway only to be confronted by faces of men she did not wish to see. Standing in front of her is Gino Bigliani, flanked to his left and right by Black and White Leon and taking up the rear, as if he was hiding from the wrath of Adelaide is Jacky, Gino’s nephew by marriage. Jacky is still on crutches, the aftermath of a time gone by when Ainsworth sliced his Achilles tendon. Her body visibly tenses; seeing these men, forces her mind to race with scenarios on ways she can dispose of them before Robbie arrives. Gino senses her angry electricity.
“Let’s take a seat in the living room, Adelaide.” he smiles with a certain smarminess as he places his arm around her shoulders to escort her to the couch. He moves in such a way to allow her to maintain her minimal dignity before sitting her down and ensuring that he sits uncomfortably close to her. “We had an arrangement, Adelaide. I’m yet to see anything come to fruition.” he pressed with a certain intensity that assured her he was losing patience.
“Fuck off,” she spat. “Where’s Bobby.” he continued, nostrils flaring with anger.
“No need to worry, young Adelaide,” the Don spoke with authority as his subtle eye movements saw the two Leon’s position themselves behind Addy. Jacky stayed out of the way.
“I’m fuckin’ worried, cunt. Tell me where ‘e’ is or else.” Adelaide growled with anger.
The Don spoke calmly, “Nothing has come of your precious Robert,” he paused to study her facial reactions. “Yet,” he continued, “but may I remind you that we agreed that you do this thing for me, and I will grant you the freedom you so desire, or else.” The tone remained calm, but the authoritative nature was there.
“Yeh, an’ ya said ya wanted no fuckin’ blowback, too. That shit takes some fuckin’ time ta organize, right.” she spoke through gritted teeth.
“You’ve had enough time, Adelaide.”
The Don reaches into his suit and throws an airline ticket into her lap.
“Tomorrow. Six PM,” he tells her without emotion, “or else.” The inference resonates with clarity.
“What will I tell, Bobby?” She questions him.
“I don’t care, Adelaide. Lie, you are so good at that.” the snarl escapes from his tongue in his final words. With a motion of his arm, his bodyguards stand and leave Adelaide Ainsworth sitting alone with her thoughts.
In a parting shot of dissidence, Adelaide spits a wad of phlegm drawn deeply from her lungs into the back of Jacky’s head, lodging in the middle of his pristinely styled hair. The Don ensures he doesn’t react by pulling him towards the door, but he leaves Addy with a smile that only a real devil could produce.
The Day Before
The steam floated around her, giving the illusion of fog enveloping her naked form. Each bead of hot water gave away their own slice of ecstasy as the droplets bounced with elegant patterns across her exposed skin. Adelaide Ainsworth was at peace in the shower. She is alone in her apartment waiting for her boyfriend, Robbie Hope to visit so they can spend the time together with no interruptions and no responsibility before Addy embarks on her journey to the next Action Wrestling event. She hears the subtle creak of her front door over subtly over the patter of the shower against the porcelain. A smile crosses her face, anticipating the arrival of Robbie Hope. She reaches for the faucets and turns the water off and reaches for the towel, as she covers her body with a towel, leaving herself in a state of déshabillé. Adelaide walks out of the bathroom and into the hallway only to be confronted by faces of men she did not wish to see. Standing in front of her is Gino Bigliani, flanked to his left and right by Black and White Leon and taking up the rear, as if he was hiding from the wrath of Adelaide is Jacky, Gino’s nephew by marriage. Jacky is still on crutches, the aftermath of a time gone by when Ainsworth sliced his Achilles tendon. Her body visibly tenses; seeing these men, forces her mind to race with scenarios on ways she can dispose of them before Robbie arrives. Gino senses her angry electricity.
“Let’s take a seat in the living room, Adelaide.” he smiles with a certain smarminess as he places his arm around her shoulders to escort her to the couch. He moves in such a way to allow her to maintain her minimal dignity before sitting her down and ensuring that he sits uncomfortably close to her. “We had an arrangement, Adelaide. I’m yet to see anything come to fruition.” he pressed with a certain intensity that assured her he was losing patience.
“Fuck off,” she spat. “Where’s Bobby.” he continued, nostrils flaring with anger.
“No need to worry, young Adelaide,” the Don spoke with authority as his subtle eye movements saw the two Leon’s position themselves behind Addy. Jacky stayed out of the way.
“I’m fuckin’ worried, cunt. Tell me where ‘e’ is or else.” Adelaide growled with anger.
The Don spoke calmly, “Nothing has come of your precious Robert,” he paused to study her facial reactions. “Yet,” he continued, “but may I remind you that we agreed that you do this thing for me, and I will grant you the freedom you so desire, or else.” The tone remained calm, but the authoritative nature was there.
“Yeh, an’ ya said ya wanted no fuckin’ blowback, too. That shit takes some fuckin’ time ta organize, right.” she spoke through gritted teeth.
“You’ve had enough time, Adelaide.”
The Don reaches into his suit and throws an airline ticket into her lap.
“Tomorrow. Six PM,” he tells her without emotion, “or else.” The inference resonates with clarity.
“What will I tell, Bobby?” She questions him.
“I don’t care, Adelaide. Lie, you are so good at that.” the snarl escapes from his tongue in his final words. With a motion of his arm, his bodyguards stand and leave Adelaide Ainsworth sitting alone with her thoughts.
In a parting shot of dissidence, Adelaide spits a wad of phlegm drawn deeply from her lungs into the back of Jacky’s head, lodging in the middle of his pristinely styled hair. The Don ensures he doesn’t react by pulling him towards the door, but he leaves Addy with a smile that only a real devil could produce.