A Scandalous Job

Chapter Fifteen

Miguel opened his mouth. My weight shifted and body sagged. Here we go.

"No."

My mouth dropped. It was as if time had frozen. I watched Chance go from mild to strung tight as a rubber band. My eyes didn't miss the way his hand twitched towards the gun in his shoulder holster either.

"There is no deal without the girl," Miguel continued. 

"Then I guess we'll be leaving."

 Chance's hold tightened. He tugged me towards the door, our drug deal completely forgotten.

"You can't. No one says no to me. You made a deal and will keep your end of the bargain." Miguel took a step towards us. 

In my peripheral vision I saw that Carlos had returned and was advancing towards slowly. Chance, while on edge, was still calm.

"No. the deal was nine million for just the drugs. I never said anything about the girl."

I didn't miss the way Chance positioned himself in front of me protectively. His other hand pulled at the lapels of his jacket, right where his gun rested. 

The gesture didn't go unnoticed by Miguel.

"So you want to fight now?" He was still coming closer along with Carlos. My eyes widened when I noticed that Carlos had pulled a knife out of his pocket.

Here we go. Shit's about to go down.

At Miguel's question, Chance shook his head. "Fighting was no my intent when I came here, however I'm still leaving and if you want to fight, then so be it."

Miguel cocked his gun. "Nine million for the girl."

"No."

Many things happened in that moments to come. 

Carlos was the first to react. However, Chance, being faster, reacted quicker as Carlos rushed us. With movements faster than I thought possible, my boss shoved Carlos, causing both him and his knife to clatter to the floor.

Miguel seemed to have snapped out of his trance. With practiced movements, he swung his gun around, aimed it at us, and fired. 

Again, Chance was quicker. Just as the shot rang out, Chance tackled me to the floor. We hit the tile hard and I let out a yelp, but there was no time to think about the pain.

Chance had already gotten up and was throwing punches at Miguel. For a second, I watched as each man exchanged blows, however their movements were too fast for me to tell who was winning.

I'd forgotten that Miguel wasn't our only opponent. So, by the time I remembered Carlos, it was too late. Cold, meaty hands wrapped around my throat and squeezed.

I gasped, desperately trying to suck in air but it was no use. Frantic, I tried to lick, claw or hit any area that I could, but it was no use. Carlos was a brick wall.

 Black spots danced across my vision and I knew that I was going to lose consciousness if I didn't do anything. As the seconds continued to pass I grew weaker and weaker. I was on the verge of unconsciousness and had just about given up when a deafening bang sounded through the room. Warm liquid splattered all over me.

Immediately, the hands were gone. With nothing to support me anymore, I fell to the floor, hitting my head against the coffee table in the process. More hot liquid dripped down my face. I wasn't sure if it were blood or tears.

For a moment I just laid there face down. The hotel room had gone quiet except for soft footsteps coming closer. I bit my lip, desperately hoping that it was Chance coming and not Miguel.