Chapter 104 - Rodeo

"Listen... uh, that wasn't part of the plan.

— Really?

— Yeah... I thought I'd stop by and just chat.

— But you dragged me to bed?

— You didn't resist.

Jack, with a soft smile, kissed Revie on the shoulder — I thought you wanted to chat in bed.

Grinning, Revie looked adoringly at him — Do you think the conversation goes much better in a horizontal position?

— Who knows? Jack raised an eyebrow with amusement

— Now you know for sure. — Revie grinned, closing her eyes — If she lies down, it's definitely better not to undress. The dialogue fades quickly, turning into groans and grunts.

"If anyone's grunting, it's you. Jack waved him off

— How can I not groan here, huh? — the girl looked at him, passing her gaze over the body — Did you see yourself, a machine? The sight of you hovering over me makes my breath drop to the floor. Well, when you start hammering into bed, that's it. Put out the light, and pray to our Lord.

Jack rolled his eyes at the fact that the almighty was mentioned in such an intimate conversation — What is he praying for?

— So that your hands don't slip and fall on me. — Revi grinned, caressing such big, but at the same time gentle shoulders of the guy — You will fall down, and I will wake up in the hospital.

— Don't make it up. — Jack fell with his head on the pillow with a soft lazy smile — Not a crystal maiden. Not every healthy man has so much strength.

In response, Revie bared her teeth in contentment.

— Shall we repeat it?

— Well, no! — The girl said quickly, jumping naked off the bed — I still have things to do, and there should be a little bit of good.

Jack, it was not without pleasure that he watched how the charms and tattoos of a girl hide under the shackles of clothes — There is no need to dissemble. So tell me that you don't have enough strength for the second time.

In response, Revie snorted — For whom the second, and for me so a hundred and second.

— Don't exaggerate.

— At least, it feels like it. — Revie sighed, and then winced, stroked herself just below the stomach — You should get checked out by a doctor.

— Why so?

— Can't you guess? — she rolled her eyes — I'm not a holy virgin, so I know for sure that your size is too much beyond the norm, but let's not talk about it. — Revie sighed — I've already got used to it, just a little, but how long our "rodeo" lasts is just... crazy.

— Is it really that bad? Jack 's brows drew together with a little concern

— Is it bad? — Revie grimaced a little — I wouldn't say that, it's just... well, for example, at the end, I already prayed to all the gods that you would finally come. You may be as tough as a bull, but I'm not.

Jack smiled gently—an excuse to quit smoking.

— Ha ha. Very funny. — Revie snorted with a slight smile — Maybe half an hour is spent in porn, but this is a movie. There's also this, what's his name, installation, in. And the actors are under tablets.

— See how lucky you are? — a guy put his head on his fist — Grabbed a guy who can do the same, but without any tricks.

— That's right, but I'm not a porn actress, right? I can't do that much.

- "Well, I'm sorry... maybe things will get even worse..." — sighed Jack, remembering the new task and the modifier that served as a reward

— Okay, I ran. — Revie said quickly and winked, grinned — I'm not saying goodbye. See you again today.

— Good luck. Jack smiled warmly at her

At the end, Revie broke into a silly grin, like a schoolgirl in love

Such a smile looked funny on her face.

— And you. Revie said, walking out the door

After lying on the bed for a while, Jack abruptly swung his legs off the bed.

Getting up and getting dressed, the guy went back to the papers.

It was necessary to sort out the papers, besides, there were a couple of ideas on how to improve Ishtar.

...

Opening the doors with her feet, Revi went into her home.

She was met by two male faces that were attracted by such a sharp opening of the door.

"Hoo, don't scare me like that. — Benny shook his head, wiping his shirt around his chest — He spilled beer because of you.

— Why are you so timid? Revie asked with a grin, clicking her tongue contentedly

Dutch smiled weakly, curling his bald head—Did Jack have one?

— How did you guess? the girl raised an eyebrow

Benny, having soaked the spilled beer with a napkin, smiled — It's obvious from you. Only after coming to him, such a strange stupid bald spot appears on your face, and you create a feeling as if you are fluttering like a butterfly.

— Lightness in the whole body. Dutch added, taking a couple of sips of Heineken

— Pfft. — Revi spread her hands with a smile, not even snapping

— It definitely came from him. — Benny shook his head with amusement — A normal Revie would send us on a walking erotic journey using the universal gesture of the middle finger.

Revie's face twisted—What kind of bastards are you. Can't you be happy for me, huh? Or are you glad that you are being dragged around on dicks?

— Oh! Here's our Revie! Benny shouted with amusement, getting the middle finger from the girl in response

— Don't sulk, you'd better tell me how Jack is. Dutch said with a lazy smile, flashing his glasses

— The best of all. Revie grinned, stretching

— It's strange to hear that. Dutch chuckled, sipping some beer— How many bullets did he catch then? To say that people die in such cases is not even worth it.

— He's special. — Revie broke into a smile, grabbing a can of beer — I wouldn't love anything else.

Dutch grinned, and Benny thoughtfully stared at the Heineken jar — Yes ~ a ... a person is not capable of what he was doing. "Berserk", too weak a nickname for him. "Monster" would be nice.

Revie waved it off—Don't exaggerate.

— Are you serious? — Benny squinted at her — I'm rather downplaying it. He tore off the dude's "face". He took ten bullets on his chest. He threw men under a hundred kilos like children. He held a bully with one hand and used it as a shield. Fast as a cheetah, strong as a bull. And this, not to mention how quickly he got that maid, which seems to be not inferior to you in strength. How can you even feel at ease around him?..

Revie tensed.

Putting down her beer, she stared at Benny with a menacing squint — What are you talking to me about now, asshole?

Dutch sat and silently drank beer, watching them.

Benny sighed and looked at Revie— To be honest, I thought you were crazy, but compared to him, you're just an angel. Aren't you scared with him? I would not find a place for myself.

Revie, glaring at Benny, snorted — Because it's you, not me. I'm not scared. Moreover, I feel completely safe with him. Cozy. Everyone in life is looking for a home, and Jack has become such a home for me. As long as he's around, you don't need more in this fucking life. And more…

After looking at Benny with a dangerous look, Revie bared her teeth a little — If you slander him, I'll tear off his head. Understood?..

Benny smiled nervously—Of course he understood. And I didn't slander him. Just like that. Thoughts out loud. I'm not sleeping with him, am I?

Dutch interrupted them — It's all very interesting, but let's not quarrel.

In general, Dutch was also thinking about Jack, or rather about how quickly he was changing.

When they needed an interpreter, the guy hardly endured the torture of the Chinese, but now he has already become someone whom most of Ruanapur is afraid of, even though she has never seen in her eyes.

Rumors are doing their job.

— By the way. Dutch added, drawing the attention of Benny and Revie— there have been a couple more murders. And now everyone is sure that this is not connected with the destroyed small gangs in the Balalaika area.

Revie raised an eyebrow—it's getting restless.

— That's putting it mildly. — Dutch shook his head - Someone is deliberately killing not the very last people from large groups. This time, the Colombians and Mr. Chang suffered.

Revie frowned—was Chang hurt?

— Well, not himself, but a person close to him was found torn to pieces. Although "torn apart" is to put it mildly. Found in an abandoned apartment this morning. They made fun of the man, of course. Dutch was saying softly, thoughtfully looking at the wall — I wouldn't want to die like that. A bullet in the forehead is better…

Benny wondered what all this meant.

— The war. Huge, by the standards of Ruanapur. — Dutch shrugged his shoulders — the Balalaika, let's say, is already fighting with the Italians, but at this rate it will get even hotter. Triads, Spaniards, Colombians will catch up... ass, in a word. Many, by the way, think it's her tricks.

Revie squinted at him—What?

— She is the only one who has not yet suffered from strange or strange killers. — Dutch sighed — If everything goes on like this, then Hotel Moscow will face the onslaught of all the big gangs. Massacre.

Benny shook his head—Everything is changing too fast in this city. A couple of days, a couple of murders and we are on the verge of destroying the city.

Dutch spread his hands with a slight smile — Ruanapur - if there is a paradise on earth, then it is here.

— Either these are the tricks of the groups themselves ... — Revi compressed her lips — ... or an idiot came to the city who fancied himself a punisher.

— Everything can be, Two-armed.

...

"Tone it down, Alberto. — Balalaika said warningly, looking menacingly at the wall ahead — You don't communicate with your whores.

From the speaker of the handset, which Sophie pressed to her ear, an angry voice rang out — You tell me how to talk, bitch! Do you think you can handle us? I'll fuck you in your Soviet ass, redneck! Another one of my people will get hurt and you can dig your own grave!

— I see your voice has cut through, boy, but listen to this woman. — Balalaika coldly pronounced every word with a slight accent — First I'll find the bastards who decided to set me up, and only then I'll take care of you. Do you understand me? Don't even think about packing, I'll get you in your fucking Colombia.

— A woman threatens me! Ah~ah! I'm afraid-I'm afraid! Another one of my people will suffer and you will not be well, purse!

Immediately after that, beeps sounded from the handset.

— He also hung up the phone. — The Balalaika Clown winced in disgust.

There was a knock on the office door, and then the door opened.

Phil's head squeezed inside—Captain?

- Yes? What did you find? — Balalaika spoke gloomily

— Nothing. — the man sighed — Completely. But…

— What is it? Sophie 's eyes narrowed

Phil looked down and said through his teeth, "Stan's been killed."

Balalaika paused for a moment, lighting a cigar, and then asked — Where and how?

— On the dock. About last night. Dragged onto a boat and there... killed. It's creepy to look at what was done to him.

— I see. — Balalaika said indifferently, but Phil saw the coldness in the woman's eyes — So they started for us. From now on, everyone should leave the hotel only in groups of three. Is that clear?

— That's right. Phil straightened up

— You will bring the details on paper a little later. — Sophie said, taking a drag — Free.

Phil nodded and quickly left the office.

Smoking, Balalaika sat quietly for three minutes, as the ringing phone was heard.

— You can't even smoke in peace... — Sophie said wearily, picking up the phone — Yes?

— Mrs. Balalaika?

— That's right.

"Officer Huang is bothering you. I think you will be interested to know something.

— What exactly?

— Caribbean Bar on Brad Street. Attack. Your man died, as did the visitors. Only the bartender was left alive, but he is on his last legs.

Sophie's lips tightened on the cigar, and her eyes were like a hawk biting into the wall.

— Mrs. Balalaika?

— I heard you. Sophie replied calmly, pulling the cigar out of her mouth.

— Accepted.

After forcefully putting the receiver on the phone, Sophie stared at the table for a few seconds, indulging in thoughts in silence.

Then she got up, threw her jacket over her shoulders and walked to the door with a rhythmic step.

— Captain? — two guards turned at the same time when she opened the door

— The first and second groups are coming with me. The third is heading to Ishtar. Let the rest shake the city, but they will find the bastards who dare to sow trouble on my territory and kill our people.

After exchanging glances, the men quickly nodded.

One stayed with Sophie.

The second ran to transmit orders, barking into the radio.

— Captain? — the guard looked at the Balalaika seriously — How serious is the situation?

— While we are preparing to wipe out the killers and all the groups, and then we'll see. — The Balalaika replied indifferently — It's not worth provoking the Moscow Hotel. We are not children in the sandbox, the answer to this will be expressed by a bullet - five forty-five by thirty-nine.

The guard nodded with a serious look, lifting the corner of his mouth in a confident half—smile - Will we teach the locals to clean up?

Balalaika smiled, showing a little grin — They will remember it for a long time.