Ramirez
"You won't be late, and you won't be early, Stephanie," he muttered. The champion is not done with you yet!
There was an oppressive silence in the gym. None of these people even raised a finger, and no one expressed the slightest objection. I glanced at these people one by one, and the responses were only hollow. These grandsons wonβt help me, I told myself. Every cell in the body started to truly panic at this point.
"I'm here to enforce the law," I said, lowering my voice to match Ramirez's. I'm just hoping to get some information about Joe Morelli, and I hope you don't have any misunderstandings about my intentions. I just followed the rules and acted professionally. I hope you can respect me!
Ramirez pulled me into his chest.
"You need to know two things about a champion," he said. First, don't talk to him about respect, and second, the champion will definitely get what he wants.
He shook me like a plum tree.
- Do you know what the champion wants, now -? Champ wants you to be nice to him, very nice, baby. Now you have to apologize for saying "no" and show enough piety and respect, do you understand?
His eyes slid to my chest.
"You have to show your fear in front of the champion. Do I scare you now? Chinese cabbage -?
Any woman with an IQ over 12 will be afraid of Ramirez.
He smiled, and the hairs on my arms stood up. Ran caught his attention.
"You're scared now!" " he whispered on my face. I feel it, I bet you peed in your panties, maybe I should free my hands and try it.
I have a gun in my bag, ready if necessary Use it sometimes, but only as a last resort, and just ten minutes of training isn't going to make me a good sniper. Well, I thought to myself, I just want to stand back. Get away from this place that smells like piss. I slide my hand into my purse until I feel the gun in my hand, hard and cold.
It's time to take out the gun, and then. Target Ramirez with a fierce look. Do I have the guts to pull the trigger? Frankly, I doubt myself.
"Let me go," I said. times.
"No one tells the champion what to do," he roared, losing his composure and his face distorting.
In an instant, the mask of disguise was torn away, and I caught a glimpse of Ramirezβcrazy, insane, As well as the overwhelming hatred and anger, this scene made me forget to breathe.
Stephanie
He grabbed the collar of my shirt, and in the midst of my shouting, I heard the sound of the collar tearing open.
In extreme cases, Anyone would have a physical reaction. I did what Americans would do in my current situation, I swung my crossbody bag into Ramirez's face like a baseball bat. It contained the revolver. , handcuffs, makeup box, and other messy things, which weighed five kilograms in total.
Ramirez staggered, and before I took five steps, he grabbed me by the hair and threw me like a rag doll. He threw me back. I lost my balance and fell face down on the ground. The violent impact made me temporarily lose my hearing. I could only feel myself gasping for air.
Ramirez was riding on my back, rubbing it with one hand. My hair, pulling at it frantically. I clutched my bag, but couldn't reach my pistol . Suddenly there was a loud bang, and a front window shattered, splattering all over the floor. There were loud noises and people were trying to clear the gym. Men were yelling and running for cover. Ramirez was one of them, crawling around on the ground like a crab, afraid to stand up. I climbed the stairs, stood up, and rushed downstairs. Perhaps I was so panicked that I missed a step, lost my balance, and fell down the stairs onto the cracked linoleum on the street.I struggled to stand up, dizzy, like a soldier who had just climbed out of the trench, standing crookedly in the hot and glaring sunlight, my stockings torn and my knees bleeding. I clutched the doorknob, trying to catch my breath, and a hand clasped my arm and I jumped, screaming.
is Morelli.
Morelli
