Page 17 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
“If you need an exit, the mayor has windows in every bathroom,” the man muttered as if he was humming a song.
Reign blinked in gratitude before she exited the luxury vehicle. She chanted her plan internally as she clutched KC’s hand and smiled. She needed to make it look like the drugs were doing its job.
“Does he know I’m here for him?” Reign asked.
KC nodded. “He does. Javier sent you with his deepest regrets. His wife is here, he’ll signal for you when he’s ready.”
Reign allowed KC to move her about the party for an hour. She ate when he told her to, drank when he told her to, smiled, laughed, and played the part. She’d been to enough of these things to know how to blend in. Javier hosted plenty of parties for corrupt politicians in Port Lucia.
Mayor Norman was nothing different. His custom suit had to be priced well over five thousand dollars. His nails were manicured, skin was like black silk, pearly veneers, and the Rolex on his wrist proved that there was money he was getting and it wasn’t just from the gala. Reign took notice of his wife. Her orbs, her bubbliness, her movements as if she were in an odorless daze herself.
Reign was in a pit of vipers. The question was, who was going to bite her first?
“Stay here,” KC muttered in her ear. “I got to piss.”
She nodded and watched as KC maneuvered through the crowd to a nearby bathroom. Just as he disappeared, a man appeared. He appeared to be a security guard, the earpiece in his ear giving him away.
“Mayor Norman requests you in his office,” the man spoke, skipping over the pleasantries.
“Okay but my-”
“I’ll inform your handler. He’ll join you shortly.” The man placed a firm hand on her back to give her a nudge in the opposite direction of where KC strolled off to. Reign swallowed the lump in her throat, hoping to settle the flipping of her stomach.
“Is there a restroom I can freshen up in?” she questioned.
“There’s one in the mayor’s office. You can make yourself comfortable there until he arrives.”
“Thank you,” Reign hummed. Her heart now drumming in her ears as her anxiety spiked. Security escorted her inside of the office and stood outside the door. There was no time to waste.
Finding the bathroom, Reign slipped inside, spotted the window and began to pull the dress off of her body. Dress off, heels off, the long-sleeved shirt she tied around her waist pulled over her torso. With haste, she hoisted herself atop the counter and found the window unlocked. It was big enough for her slip out. Headfirst, she wiggled her body out. The tightness of the space causing the metal of the window frame to press against her bruises. She couldn’t stop to wince. Not with the door of the office opening and KC calling her name.
“Reign!”
“Fuck,” she huffed, sweat starting to pour from her pores as she pushed herself halfway out of the window. “Come on. Come on!”
“Reign!” KC bellowed again, banging on the locked door. “Open this fuckin’ door Reign!”
He was running himself into it, attempting to break it off of the hinges. Just as he broke in and ran to where she was, Reign was three quarters of the way out. KC grabbed her ankle, yanking her back. It was do or die. She hadn’t fought back but tonight was the night to fight to the death. She held on to a gutter drain and used the leg KC held to kick him in the face. As hard as she could, repeatedly, until he released her.
The sudden release forced her to fall out of the window and sent her crashing down into a landscaped area of rose bushes and rocks. Running off of the need to be free, Reign ignored the cuts and fought to be free of the bushes. She had no sense of direction, and the sun had gone down, but she could hear cars. Through the dense woods she ran, stumbled, and almost fell before she reached the access road that ran alongside of the mayor’s mansion. With her hands up, she ran in front of a car, the headlights blinding her.
Even if she was hit, anywhere would be better than where she was. The car came to a screeching halt as it swerved to miss her. The driver laid on the horn before jumping out to cuss.
“Bitch, what the fuck is wrong with you!”
Reign whimpered, knowing there was no time to go back and forth. “Please…help me.”
The driver squinted her eyes and studied her tattered state. Torn shirt, cut feet, ripped leggings, a small gash on her head.
“Get in,” the woman directed. “Hurry up before someone notices you’re gone and I have to shoot a muhfucka out here.”
Reign rushed to climb into the back seat and laid down on the floor. She wouldn’t risk being seen. The woman, now back inside and pulling away, spoke. “Grab that hoodie and put it on.”
Reign did.
It was another five minutes before the woman spoke again. “We’re in the clear. Mind telling me what the fuck this is about?”
Reign winced as she pushed her body off the floor and into the seat. “I’d rather not. I just need you to drop me off at a hotel where no one is going to care about me.”
