He moved back into the bedroom. Emmy was moaning softly, still lying on her back. He undressed, undid her blouse buttons so he could fondle her breasts, and made love to her in a pool of blood. She came to as he jerked to a finish, a look of horror, and fear on her face. “That was better than Sammy violating you,” he said, matter of factually. “Now you’re all mine again.”
Emmy shivered. The tears started to flow again. “Please untie me,” she sobbed. “I need to wash up.”
Mason thought about it, and then shook his head. “Not yet,” he said. He picked up his shirt and ripped it apart, and used pieces to gag her mouth, and to tie her legs to the bed supports. She wasn’t going anywhere. Again he went back into the bathroom to clean up, and then moved back into the bedroom to retrieve his new clothes from the walk-in.
“There,” he said to her as he dressed. “Just like new. I’ll tidy the room up later. You be a good girl until I get back. I’ll bring us a carryout for two, and a bottle of Chablis.”
He moved into the living room and opened the briefcase, emptying the contents on the floor. He cursed, came storming back into the bedroom, and ripped her gag out. “Where’s the money?” he yelled at her.
“It’s safe,” she said fearfully, and then defiantly. “With a friend. If you hurt me in any way, she’ll go straight to the cops.”
He wasn’t having any. “You double-crossed me bitch, you’re like all the rest.” He spat into her face, and rocked back and forth thinking. Gradually calming down. He looked at his watch. Time was moving on. The ape outside would be getting restless, wondering what was taking Sammy so long, he might even come up to check.
No loose ends.
Now the bitch had given him a dilemma. Nobody was going to stop his master plan. Even if the ‘friend’ raised the alarm the cops would never find him in time. It came down to two choices. Kill the bitch for the pain and deceit she had caused him and most likely lose half the money, or keep her alive until he could get to her friend with the stash.
“Okay bitch,” he said. “Watch this, and call.” He put his hand into his pocket and pulled out some loose change, selected a coin and spun it into the air. He caught it and covered it on the back of his hand. “Your choice bitch; and I’m not waiting forever. Heads or Tails?” He saw her looking frightened. Then puzzled. She opened her mouth.
“Heads,” she said.
Chapter 37 – Jake gets a premonition that all was not wellJake was worried. He was stiff from sitting on the bench, acting like a spaced-out homeless guy. He got up to stretch his legs and to get the circulation moving again. He peered around the palm tree plant. The big mobster was still in the limo outside, and asleep by the looks of him. He was the only one who had come back out of the apartment. No Sammy, no Mason. He pulled out his cell phone and took a risk in calling Anna. He wanted to know if she was ok. He connected and heard her say ‘Hi’.
“Well apart from a few women eyeing me up in the Wal-Mart restrooms, mission accomplished,” she said. “No one followed me. I made sure of that changing buses and trains. I’m now back in our room counting out the money. Would you believe it? It’s short a hundred bucks.”
Jake was relieved. Anna was safe, but the more dangerous part was still in play. “I’m worried. Wearing this ridiculous outfit with a crazy towel around my head, pretending to smoke weed -- but neither Sammy nor Mason has showed so far. Sammy’s limo is parked outside with his driver inside. It’s been nearly an hour now.”
“You think Emmy’s all right?”
“Anna, how the hell do I know that? I don’t have X-Ray eyes.”
She laughed. “That’s because you’re wearing the wrong costume.”
He had to smile. She had a way of putting him back in his place when he got too cocky. “Anna, I’d better go now,” he said, just in case anyone was wondering how a homeless guy can afford a cell phone.
“Okay, see you later DD,” she said and hung up. One thing he wasn’t going to do, and that was to confront either Mason or Sammy. Emmy would have to take her chances. After all, it was her plan. He sat back down on the bench and continued to wait.