Goose's face made her stomach lurch. She tried to loosen the grip on her arm and kicked at the brutes shins. He barely budged. Eva gave the big gorilla a head butt. The henchman stood still. Dominique forced her to her knees on the cement sidewalk and jerked her arms back further. Removed a pair of handcuffs and placed them roughly on her wrist.
“That a boy,” chuckled Goose.
“What the hell, Dominique. Why are you cuffing me? He looked like a big gorilla wearing a man suit.
“Cause you might run, and if you run might have to shoot you. Don't really like to be hurting no females. Ain't my style, but Big Tony got something he want to say to you.” He said in a matter of fact way, without any emotion. Goose on the other hand, started giggling …show more content…
It was at a street fair for some local celebrity about several years ago. She'd adapted quickly to living on the street. Pickpocket tourist in the central city area. Sleeping in doorways and abandoned cars at night. Pinching food out of baskets at the street markets on South. Maybe, she was just 15, but she knew how to best survive the streets. It'd been several months since she ran away. After about a week on the streets Eva met another runaway. A tall skinny kid with long stringy brown hair. He called himself Blackjack because a cop had cornered him and beat him with a black jack after he stole a bag of chips at a mom & pop style grocery store. He turned the cards on the cop. Ripped the blackjack out of his hands and beat him across the face and body, leaving him unconscious on the side alley next to the store. Blackjack even took the cop's gun and mace. Since that momentous occasion, he'd become a favorite with the runaway's that hung around the Hillside Park on the south-side. No one liked that fat ass cop. Looked about forty years old and weighed about 300 pounds. Fat, greasy, pink faced. Huge belly roll. He actually did look like a big hog. He was always hassling the runaways or threatening to beat them with that blackjack stick of his for no good reason. He'd maced one of the runaways just for laughs. He'd even cornered a few of the girls and forced them in the back of his squad car to rough them up a bit, while he did …show more content…
I don't have to tell you nothing.” Eva answered. She didn't know why, but Tony took a interest in her. He took her to his Italian restaurant in the village and ordered a hot meal. His wife and son were already there because it was the boy's 21st birthday. His son was slender with dark piercing eyes and jet black hair that was slicked back. He barely said a word to her. Kept sitting across from her at the restaurant table flicking a cigarette lighter on and off. He seemed mesmerized by the flame. Tony's wife, Sophie, was cool and distant. Her exceptionally long legs were tucked under the table. Her piercing blue eyes watched every move that she made. Her curvy figure was poured into a low cut red dress that displayed her ample bosom. Drenched in diamonds around her neck and on her fingers. Her platinum blonde hair was in a high ponytail. Eva thought she was looking at an aging Barbie Doll, come to life. She learned later, that the living barbie doll was his second
“That a boy,” chuckled Goose.
“What the hell, Dominique. Why are you cuffing me? He looked like a big gorilla wearing a man suit.
“Cause you might run, and if you run might have to shoot you. Don't really like to be hurting no females. Ain't my style, but Big Tony got something he want to say to you.” He said in a matter of fact way, without any emotion. Goose on the other hand, started giggling …show more content…
It was at a street fair for some local celebrity about several years ago. She'd adapted quickly to living on the street. Pickpocket tourist in the central city area. Sleeping in doorways and abandoned cars at night. Pinching food out of baskets at the street markets on South. Maybe, she was just 15, but she knew how to best survive the streets. It'd been several months since she ran away. After about a week on the streets Eva met another runaway. A tall skinny kid with long stringy brown hair. He called himself Blackjack because a cop had cornered him and beat him with a black jack after he stole a bag of chips at a mom & pop style grocery store. He turned the cards on the cop. Ripped the blackjack out of his hands and beat him across the face and body, leaving him unconscious on the side alley next to the store. Blackjack even took the cop's gun and mace. Since that momentous occasion, he'd become a favorite with the runaway's that hung around the Hillside Park on the south-side. No one liked that fat ass cop. Looked about forty years old and weighed about 300 pounds. Fat, greasy, pink faced. Huge belly roll. He actually did look like a big hog. He was always hassling the runaways or threatening to beat them with that blackjack stick of his for no good reason. He'd maced one of the runaways just for laughs. He'd even cornered a few of the girls and forced them in the back of his squad car to rough them up a bit, while he did …show more content…
I don't have to tell you nothing.” Eva answered. She didn't know why, but Tony took a interest in her. He took her to his Italian restaurant in the village and ordered a hot meal. His wife and son were already there because it was the boy's 21st birthday. His son was slender with dark piercing eyes and jet black hair that was slicked back. He barely said a word to her. Kept sitting across from her at the restaurant table flicking a cigarette lighter on and off. He seemed mesmerized by the flame. Tony's wife, Sophie, was cool and distant. Her exceptionally long legs were tucked under the table. Her piercing blue eyes watched every move that she made. Her curvy figure was poured into a low cut red dress that displayed her ample bosom. Drenched in diamonds around her neck and on her fingers. Her platinum blonde hair was in a high ponytail. Eva thought she was looking at an aging Barbie Doll, come to life. She learned later, that the living barbie doll was his second