Page 28 of Taming the Bear
Big Don chuckles to himself and then gets in my face. His teeth have been replaced with gold teeth and I think he did it on purpose to prove that he’s a gangster or something. Personally, I’m wondering if he did it to make up for his shortness. The man barely reaches my chin but I’ve seen him fuck people up.
“Aw, Pinky. Just think, if you continue to miss your meetings and payments, I get to fuck that attitude out of you. You will be all nice and polite once you’re choking on my dick.”
I bare my teeth as the tall and skinny one begins to feel my backside. He’s grabbing my ass and he squeezes it a little more than needed to do the job. “Slim Jim!” I yell at him and push him back from me.
Slim Jim, a Mexican man who barely speaks English, growls at me.
“Do we have to do this every time?” I ask Big Sir. I cross my arms over my chest in a sign of defiance and my being pissed off with this groping.
Big Sir smiles his lazy smile that makes my blood boil. The man is a mountain and he knows that because he uses it to his benefit. “Chantal, Chantal… I’m going to miss this meetings after I get what I want from you. You told me you have my money. Where’s the bread?”
“We need to renegotiate our deal. I’m being screwed over by the interest and I can’t keep up,” I bravely say to him.
I don’t see it until it’s too late. His hand whips out and smacks me across my right cheek. As my skin grows hot and I feel my eyes pricking with unshed tears, I know that I made the wrong decision by asking to renegotiate.
“You know what I want if we do that, Chantal.”
That’s the one thing about Big Sir that I never understood. He constantly says my name like he likes the way it sounds and it's creepy. I don’t get why he does it, but he does it a lot. Plus, he says it as if he were French or something. I don’t know how else to describe it.Chantal.
I place my hand over my very hot cheek and swallow back the tears that are trying to slip out. I can’t let him see that’s he got me bent over a barrell because then I will won’t have any leverage. Hell, as it is, I barely have any.
I swallow the spit in my mouth and then adjust my shoulders. Once my hands are at my sides, I look at him in the eyes and try to think of something to say. “I know what you want and you know that’s not going to happen.”
Slim Jim comes up behind me and grabs my neck with his hand. I gasp for air to come into my mouth and nose but nothing is being registered. I begin to panic worse as my eyes became cloudy. I push my arms towards him and ram my body into him in order to get him to let me go. This doesn’t help in my favor because he grip gets tighter and tighter.
“Should I just end this bitch now? It’s obvious that she doesn’t have your fuckin’ money, Big,” Slim Jim says as he presses harder on my esophagus with his heavily accented voice.
Selfishly and in vain, I try to keep my eyes open to let them know that they aren’t going to win. That I’m not going down without a fight. I can’t let them know that I’m losing hope as body is being deprived from the valuable oxygen.
Just when my eyes begin to droop close from struggling and lack of air flow, I hear the familiar click of a glock. “You tighten your mother fucking hand any tighter and I will kill every single person you care about, Slim Jim.”
Joe’s voice is a relief that I can’t celebrate at all. I can feel myself getting weaker and weaker. “Let her go!” Joe says with authority.
Just when I feel myself getting tunnel vision and the outside sights are fading away, I feel the gun go off. With the hand that was around my neck gone, I collapse onto the ground and weeze. I suck in air by the mouthfuls until I feel like I’m going to choke on it.
I open my eyes and see Slim Jim laying in his blood with his eyes open. What’s the scariest part of it is, he’s looking straight at me.
Big Don and Big Sir approach Joe and another man that’s standing behind him with a machete in his hand. The other man looks like he’s wearing the same vest that Joe usually wears, but I’m not sure.
“You fucking asshole, Joe! You killed my brother. I don’t mess with you and your workings. Leave me alone with mine!” Big Sir says with a snarl and looks at me.
I have my hands wrapped around my throat in order to disguise what just happened to me. I know that he knows Slim Jim almost killed me, but I wanted the evidence to be hidden.
Joe steps up so he’s toe to toe. A bear vs. a mountain. This could be interesting. “When you slap my woman and then try to strangle her, it becomes my business. I thought we had an understanding. You stay off Lucifer’s Lair property and we stay off yours. If you’re going to back out of our deal, let me know. I have big plans for your property when you lose it,” Joe says with a slight smile on his face.
“How about you ask your girl how much she owes me? Maybe that will help shed some light on this.”
Big Don steps in front of me as I crab crawl towards the wall to rest on. I have no energy and I feel as if everything is spiraling out of control. I was just trying to pay off some of my debt and this is what happens.
Joe makes a fist and very quickly punches Big Sir in the stomach. As Big Sir sputters and grunts from the pain, the man that came with Joe steps up and hits Big Don in the face.
“Stop!” I yell out as loud as I can. Joe and the other guy he came with look at me like I’m crazy.
“Why?” Joe asks. “Because this piece of shit right here likes to sell drugs to pregnant women? He has no conscience and he doesn’t give a shit about anyone but himself. This fucker is scum and now he’s slapping around you? No. Fuck that.”
Sell drugs to pregnant women? What is he even talking about?
Big Sir smiles crudely and then walks over to me where he squats so we are eye level. “Chantal, Chantal… You have just made things even more interesting for me. By the time we are done, you are going to give yourself to me that’s all there’s to it.”
