Rev It Up: Black Knights Inc. by Julie Ann Walker

Author:Julie Ann Walker
Language: eng
Format: mobi, pdf
Tags: Childrens, Contemporary, Fiction, Romance, Suspense, General
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

The couple who was checked- in next door wasn’t

screwing like the previous pair; they were fighting.

Johnny preferred the screwing.

At least then he wouldn’t have to listen to the woman

harp on the guy.

He was two seconds from banging on the wall above

his headboard and screaming, Yes, he screwed Dolores!

And he probably did it to get away from your shrew- y,

more- annoying- than- Fran Drescher voice!

And just as he pushed up to his knees and raised a

fist, a knock at his door had his head whipping around.

What the hell?

No one knew he was here save Mary. And she

wouldn’t step one dainty, pampered foot in this shit-

hole hotel, much less deign to ride the creaky elevator

up six floors.

“Who is it?” he barked, quietly reaching for the gun

he kept on the nightstand.

“You got a delivery,” a nasally, disembodied voice

drifted through the flimsy metal door.

“You must have the wrong room, man. I ain’t expect-

ing no deliveries.”

“Are you Mr. Vitiglioni?”

Sonofabitch!

He’d checked in under an alias so…yeah, he slid the

safety off on his Ruger.

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“Who’s it from?” he demanded, carefully climbing

off the bed, wincing when the lumpy mattress squeaked

out a protest.

“Hey, man,” the guy complained through the door, “I

ain’t your secretary. I just do deliveries.”

“Leave it,” he commanded, inching his way across

the room, his pistol held out in front of him.

“Are you Mr. Vitiglioni?”

He wrenched open the door and pointed the scary

end of his Ruger at a bulbous nose situated prominently

on a round, acne- scarred face. The delivery man was

short, pudgy and more than a bit careless about personal

hygiene if his greasy skin and greasier hair were any-

thing to go by.

“Whoa!” the guy’s chubby hands flew in the air, and

the overnight package dropped to the hallway floor with

a muted thud. “Jesus, man! Chill!”

“Who told you I was here?” he snarled, shoving the

Ruger’s barrel closer to the man’s ugly face.

“No one!” the dude swore as his wide, bloodshot

eyes slowly filled with tears. “It’s right there on the

shipping label.”

Johnny glanced down and…sure enough. There was

his name in big, bold letters along with the address of

the Stardust Hotel and his room number.

What the hell, what the hell ?

He glanced down the hal in each direction before

leaning in close to the delivery man, ignoring the smell

of mustard and onions on the guy’s breath. “You tell

anybody about this,” he glanced at the nametag sewn

into the brown uniform, “Rudy, and I’ll find you and slit

your throat. Then I’ll pull your bloated, purple tongue

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down through the cut I made and watch you bleed out.

You got that? Nod once if you got that?”

Rudy nodded once, a lone tear spilling down his

shiny, pock- marked cheek.

“Good,” Johnny shoved him away and watched him

stumble before scrambling toward the elevator. The

doors opened with a sickly sounding ping- pong, and

Rudy jumped inside, cowering in the back corner.

Johnny winked and pointed his gun straight at Rudy’s

greasy head as the silver doors slid shut. A terrified

groan slipped down the hall, and Johnny couldn’t help

but smile.

He loved that sound. The sound of fear.

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