Cog in the Machine by Nigel Shinner

Author:Nigel Shinner [Shinner, Nigel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-05T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 43

There was a stagger to his walk as the Boss made his way out of the pub. There was disappointment; disappointment because he wasn’t able to take full advantage of the barmaid. He’d managed to corner the petite woman when she took a crate of empty bottles out to the walled yard at the back of the premises. She’d protested. She’d fought. She’d even screamed. The Boss still managed to force his hand into her over-tight hipster jeans and felt some of the promise of her. But those fucking jeans were too tight and had stopped him getting as far as he wanted, giving her a moment to worm out of his grip.

Oh well. Maybe next time.

The Boss stood at the kerb waiting for his ride. He checked his phone. There were no messages since had Wade texted to say they were on their way.

Pocketing the mobile, the Boss lifted a hand to his face, sniffing the fingers he had dug into the young barmaid’s vagina. Her sweet musk dancing in his nose, bubbling into his blood. Making him hard as a fucking rock.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” The voice was angry but it sounded like a voice not used to anger.

The Boss turned. “Are you talking to me?”

“Yes, I’m talking to you.” A tall, skinny young man dressed in black trousers and a blue shirt was pointing a finger at him.

“Fuck off, sonny, or you’ll regret pointing that finger at me.” The Boss’ face was neutral for the moment.

“No, you’re going to regret assaulting my barmaid. I’ve called the police, so-” The man was cut off in mid-sentence.

A conscience-free hand gripping the testicles was an infallible attention-getter.

“I told you to fuck off, so fuck off, or I’m gonna rip your balls off and feed them to you. Do you get me?” The words were spoken in no more than a whisper, but they drilled home how comfortable the Boss was in this situation.

“O… K…” It was as much as the young man could muster while fighting back tears of pain and fear.

The Boss released his grip, but not before thrusting his forehead into the centre of the man’s face, smashing the bridge of the nose.

As though timed to perfection, the white Transit van driven by Gibbo pulled up.

“Everything alright, Boss?” Wade said through the open window from the passenger seat.

“Never better.” The Boss grinned as he climbed in next to Wade.

The van pulled away, leaving the stricken bar manager on the pavement, the Boss casting an eye into the payload area of the van.

A figure tied at the wrists and ankles with a cloth bag over its head, laid on the dirty wooden floor.

“What next?” Wade asked.

“With a little help from our friend there – it’s time to get paid.”

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