“Stop, just stop,” laughing it off.
“Here, David wanted me to give this to you. I didn’t open it, I promise.”
“Your just full of surprises today, aren’t you?”
Opening the oddly appropriate themed Christmas envelope, with a golden ‘Merry Christmas’ inlay across the front of it, revealing a simple letter. ‘Be at Toni’s 9 p.m.’ scribbled in pen across a ripped piece of paper. Looking at Rachael who was watching me with an intrigued manner.
“So what is it?”
“David wants to meet me at Toni’s tonight. Do you know what he wants?”
Hesitating for a second, “I would have no idea babe. He didn’t say anything to me.”
“Whatever, what are we going to do today? You got any ideas?”
“I’ve always wanted to go to Frosty’s Enchanted Palace on Christmas.”
“How old are you?” tittering at her.
“Oh come on! I always wanted to go since I was a kid. Can we go? Please please please,” begging me.
“Alright fine, lets go. Go grab us some jackets.”
Rachael’s eyes lit up in joy, running to the bedroom to retrieve the jackets.
Making our way down the backroad that led to the isolated wonderland, signs of Santa and Frosty lined the sides of the road letting you know how many more miles until you arrived. Through the cracks of the pine trees you could see the fake ice veneer that lined the building in the distance.
Pulling into the packed parking lot, not a single spot available. Rachael kept turning her head staring at the building in awe as we circled the parking lot. The white building was encased in faux ice, sculpted to resemble a palace. Four spires stretching high into the sky sat on the four corner towers of the palace. A large sculpture of Frosty sat above the entrance greeting everyone as they walked through the door. After several minutes of circling the parking lot, a spot finally freed up.
Making our way across the ‘ice’ drawbridge with golden golden cables, the drawbridge giving you easy access over the ‘frozen’ creek that you could see underneath your feet through the drawbridge. Rachael couldn’t stop smiling, her cheeks must of been sore by this point. I opened the door ahead of Rachael, a blast of ice cold air hitting me in the face, a refreshing feeling from our warm Florida winters.
“After you, Mrs. Clause.”
“Your such a dork,” making fun of me.
Entering this ice palace, your feet shuffling through white damp powdery material that was suppose to resemble snow, the snow was also falling from the ceiling covering you. Candy cane arches wrapped in christmas lights followed you down the entrance path. Going into the main area of the indoor attraction, a circular ice rink filled the middle of the room with a replica ice sculpture of Santa in the middle of the rink. Christmas songs setting the joyous ambiance. The food vendors designed as oversized gingerbread houses with gum drops, peppermints, chocolate candies decorated the sides of them. The smell of hot chocolate and peppermint filled the air, such a pleasing aroma.
Children running around, smiling, laughing, and tripping as they tried to navigate through the imitation snow. A line of children wrapping around an ice mountain towards the back of the room that led to Santa. He was perched at the top of the mountain sitting in his gold and red velvet throne, talking to the children, giving them a cookie, sending them down the ice slide when they finished. A big plume of snow would emerge as each kid hit the pile at the bottom of the slide.
You had a few choice of attractions to chose from, a miniature ferris wheel decorated with imitation candies and sparkling lights. An electric train designed to resemble ‘The Polar Express,’ that circles you around the whole park. And finally a snow ball arena, mounds of snows creating a battlefield for war.
“So what do you want to do?,” asking Rachael.
“I’m a little hungry, want to grab a snack?”
“Yeah, sure.”
We went to the first gingerbread house we came across. The employees behind the counter were dressed in elf costumes, green long sleeve vests with white fur lining, matching green pants, the pointy green hats had a bell at the end of it. Even the nice touch of pointed ears attached to them.
“I want a candy apple, with a Coke,” Rachael proclaimed.
“You got it,” turning towards the attendant,”We will have a candy apple and two Cokes, please.”
The chopped candy apple laid in a bowl filled with a red gooey sauce, Rachael dripping the sauce on her chest, sticking to her lips as she placed a piece into her mouth.
“I need a napkin, Kev.”
Giving her a promiscuous smile, I leaned in and sucked the sauce off her chest, following it up to her lips. giving her a sensual kiss, licking her lips clean.
“We should bring so of this home,” I jested. “So what’s next?”
“The ferris wheel, duh!”
Rachael ran over towards the ferris wheel pulling me along like she was a toddler. The line seemed to be non-existent at that moment, being next in line to get on the ride. Being helped onto the basket by a happy elf tending to the ride. Feeling a slight vibration in the basket as the ride turned on kicking us forward in our circular journey. Rachael placed her hand on my knee, staring at me in admiration, she gives me a quick peck on the lips. Approaching the top of the ferris wheel, the view was rather remarkable for such a small ride. The entire room looking like a winter wonderland, not a sad kid in sight, snow falling throughout the place.
“Hey, I got you something,” Rachael said grabbing my attention.
“Oh really? What is that?”
Arching out of her seat, digging in her pocket she pulled out something very small, and unwrapped. Holding it in a fist, she holds it over my lap waiting for me to extend my hand out.
“I know it’s not much but I really wanted to do this for you.”
I put my hand out, feeling a near weightless item hit my hand. A small white rectangular object laid there, inspecting it further I realize it’s a sim card.
“I don’t understand, what is this for?” I asked confused.
“It’s the sim card for my phone, I want you to be the only one in my life,” a smile gleaming off her face, “I want us to have a happy, healthy family together without any distractions. I am giving that to you to show you I don’t want anything to do with David, Toni’s or anyone else from my old life, just you.”
Giving her a hug, whispering in her ear, “That is very sweet of you.”
“So have you talked to Megan yet? Did you tell her you wanted a divorce, that she didn’t appreciate you the way I do.”
Keeping my head on her shoulder, not wanting to look at her while I lied, “Yeah, I’m working on it.”
Rachael let out a high pitched scream of excitement, “That is awesome! I love you!” Giving me a kiss.
Our basket almost to the bottom, the ride attendant goes to open the door, “We would like to go again.”
Rachael and I got comfortable, shifting closer together I placed my arm around her, Rachael laying her head on my chest. The slow rotation of the ferris wheel was quite relaxing, we didn’t say anything to each other, the christmas music in the background filled the silence. Nothing seemed to matter in the world, just sitting on the ferris wheel together was enough. The hours feeling like minutes.
Looking at my watch to check the time, “Come on we have to go,” shocked by how long we rode the ferris wheel, time just drifted away.
“What, why?”
“I have to go to Toni’s to talk to David, see what he wants now.”
“Fine,” rolling her eyes as we got off the ferris wheel.
Driving back down the backroads leading back to civilization, happy characters on the billboards lining the road wishing you a safe trip, wanting you to return soon. I needed to drop Rachael off before I went to meet David, I didn’t need any added drama to the whole situation.
“Where are we going?” Rachael noticing Toni’s was in the other direction.
“I’m going to drop you off before I go. You don’t need to be there.”
“I’m going. Don’t piss me off Kevin,” she stated in a stern voice.
“Fine, but your staying in the car. Don’t even bother arguing.”
Slouching down into her chair, she agrees. Making a quick U-turn at the next intersection, I sped towards Toni’s. In my rearview mirror I see flashing red and blue lights in the far distance, getting closer and closer by the second. Riding right up to my bumper, I pull over to the side of the road.
Great just what I needed.
Before the cop got out of his car, I leaned over to grab my license and registration out of the glove box, forgetting I stashed my gun there.
“What the fuck is that for?” Rachael asked in surprise.
“Nothing, just keep quiet,” pressing a button to lower the touch screen on the dashboard. There was just enough room to stash the gun.
A tap on my window from a nightstick grabbed my attention, rolling down my window, “Good evening officer, what’s the problem?”
“You were doing eighty-seven in a fifty-five. I need to see your license and registration please.”
Handing it over to him, I notice another officer watching from behind.
“I am going to need her license as well.”
“For what, she didn’t do anything?” Asking sharply.
“Sir, you can either be cooperative or we can make this a lot more difficult than it has to be.”
I looked towards Rachael and motion to her to give the officer her license. As the officer walks away, the other one still watching us, Rachael whispers to me, “What about the gun?”
“Rachael just be quiet.”
The officer quickly returning to my window, “I am going to ask you step out of the car sir.”
“For what?”
“Your friend over there has quite the record, now you either can get out so we can search the car or we can get a K-9 unit over here. I am sure he will find something, just waste more of everyones time.”
“Whatever,” getting out of the car aggravated, “What are they giving out free donuts to the biggest dick of the month?”
He pushed me against the side of the car, hitting my arms up signaling for me to hold them out straight. Giving me a pat down, starting with my neck moving his slimy sweaty hands all over me checking for any contraband. I see the other officer getting Rachael out of the car giving her a pat down as well. Sitting us down on the curb, one officer watching us, while the other one does a search.
Taking everything out, piece by piece, searching through every page of the manual, every crevice of her purse, under the seats, even removing the carpets on the floor. Tossing everything on to the sidewalk behind us, once he was satisfied with his search he got out of the car to stand in front of us.
“Please sign here. It’s not an admission of guilt, your just acknowledging you received the ticket.”
“Your going to put that all back right?” I asked while signing my name.
“Not my job,” he said in a cocky attitude, handing me the ticket. Doing an about-face he and his partner walked back to their patrol car.
‘What a dick,” I said to Rachael. “Help me get this shit back in the car.”
Putting everything neatly back into it’s place, I waited for the patrol car to leave from behind us. Continuing our journey to Toni’s, I looked over to Rachael, a look of relief was on her face.
“What, were you scared?”
“Well yeah, you did have a gun in the car..”
Chuckling at her, we pulled into Toni’s parking lot, pulling right up to the front door.
“Okay, now stay here,” staring at her cold in her eyes, “I’m serious, don’t move.”
Grabbing the gun out of the hidden compartment, stuffing it in the back of my pants, I hop out of the car, locking the doors behind me, walking into Toni’s with authority. The scenery didn’t change much, Jessica still sitting at her desk doing whatever on her computer, David sitting on the edge, holding a gun on his lap, wearing your typical ‘gangster’ attire, a white wife-beater with baggy jeans.
“What could you possibly need now?” I asked sarcastically.
“It’s so nice to see you again Kevin. Do you need something, a water, club soda, perhaps something a little stronger?” Jess mocked.
“Stop wasting my time, why did I need to come here?”
“We are a little short on our take this month and the boss isn’t happy. We need you to cover the slack,” David jumps into the conversation.
“Fuck that, I just gave you guys five hundred grand, your not getting another cent out of me.” Feeling my heart starting to pulsate rapidly, the vein in my neck jumping out of my skin, I wanted to throw that little weasel right through the wall.
“That was personal, this is business. We need another hundred grand within the next two days.”
“Tell ‘your boss’ I don’t give a shit what he needs. Matter of fact call him up I will tell him myself,” I demanded.
“I don’t think you want to do that,” Jess stated steely.
“And why would that be Jess?”
“Because I already told you to go home Kevin,” a voice echoed from down the hallway, the footsteps getting closer and closer. “I warned you and warned you.”
Mr. Carlson appeared from the hallway, smoking a cigar.
“What the hell? What are you doing here?” Puzzled at the whole situation.
“This is my joint, everyone needs a hobby. When I found out someone stole one of my girls, I was aggravated. Then I find out it was you of all people, I couldn’t believe it. What would a successful man such as yourself want with a heroin addict whore? I just couldn’t place my finger on it. I guess Megan just doesn’t put out like I thought she would.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” I still couldn’t make sense of the whole situation.
“I’m not Kevin, I told you to go home, you wouldn’t listen. I honestly couldn’t care less about the contract you have with us, matter of fact it will do me more good. I can keep siphoning money from you without a trail, it works out well for me.”
“Your not getting anything else out of me,” looking fiercely into his eyes.
Mr. Carlson taking a big puff from his cigar, smoke obscuring his face, “But because I like you I am going two options. I want you to think very carefully about your next move. Option one is to just leave, abandon,” he pauses for a second, “what’s her name again?”
“Rachael,” Jess perked up.
Snapping his fingers, “Right, Rachael. Abandon Rachael, forget she even exists and she will just come crawling back to us. Or you can choose option two, stay with her and incur the steep fines of owning one of my whores, and we will just make your life a living hell. We will send the pictures to Megan, we even have a nice HD video we can send her too.”
“Megan already knows, and in case you didn’t know already my life is already a living hell,” thinking I one upped him on the conversation.
“Kevin, Kevin,” placing his hand on my shoulder, his cigar smoke going right up my nose, “Just imagine your life like this. Megan disappears, your kids hate you..”
Laughing at him, “Your pretty damn close to reality already.”
“Hold on I am not finished. Your business fails, and now your broke, have no family left, and you and your whore are scratching around for twenty dollars for the next hit. How does that sound?”
He turns his back to me, pulling the gun out from my pants, pointing it directly at his head, “Or I can just blow your head off right here. Problem solved,” I stated sternly.
David jumping off the desk pointing his gun at me.
He started laughing out loud, “Kevin, how long have we known each other? Quite a long time, I know you can’t shoot me. You couldn’t shoot anyone, no matter how much you hated them,” Mr. Carlson stated confidently.
“Why? Why would a guy like you be in this kind of business?”
“T
his makes way more money than any job you could ever possibly imagine, but I need something to do to convince people I work for a living,” walking back towards the hallway, taking in another puff of his cigar, “You have two days to decide Kevin. Don’t make me the bad guy, I am trying to help you. Go home,” he disappears down the hallway.
“Now isn’t that a twist of fate?” Jess joked to herself.
“Shut up cunt.”
Rachael came running in the door, “What is taking so long?”
“Rachael, I told you to wait outside,” staring at her firmly.
“Look what we have here,” Jess getting up from her desk, “I thought we would never see you again. Why don’t we go in the back and get a little more comfortable.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you. I won’t ever be back here again,” Rachael stated while grasping onto my arm.
David was just staring at her, couldn’t really read a response on him, “You have two days Kevin, two days,” calmly telling me once more.
Grabbing Rachael by the arm, “Come on, let’s get out of here.” Pulling her back to the car, opening the door for her and shoving her in the car. Pulling out of the parking lot in great haste.
“I told you to wait in the car, why can’t you listen?”
“You were in there for a while, and what do you need to do in two days?”
“Don’t worry about it, the important thing is that your safe, we are safe,” placing my hand on her semi-revealed thigh. “Now let’s go home and enjoy the rest of our Christmas.”
“Want me to dress up like Mrs. Clause,” she asked smiling joyfully.
“Yeah, that may be fun.”
I couldn’t get home fast enough, rushing right through the front door, I pinned Rachael right up against the wall in the foyer area. Making out intensely, her lips never tasted so good. Biting down on my lower lip, pulling it to break the momentum of me attacking her.
“Easy tiger. I will be right back.”
Just staring lovingly into her eyes as I continued to hold her in place.
“Your going to have to let me go though,” she said giggling.
Slowly letting go of her, not really wanting to. I wanted to fuck her right then and there. She walks away from me, slowly stripping her clothes off as she walks towards the bedroom. Waiting a couple of minutes, I begin creeping towards the bedroom. Rachael was nowhere to be found, looking in the bathroom--she wasn’t there either. Noticing a slight crack in the sliding glass door in our bedroom, I open the door slowly. There she was sitting on the railing of the patio wearing a red velvet top that looked like a bikini, her tits practically falling out of them. Her firm oiled stomach glistening in the moonlight, a skin tight matching mini skirt with a white fur outline. Those toned legs covered with striped white and red stockings, wearing black stilettos. Holding an oversized plastic candy cane, not sure what she wanted to do with that.
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