by Z. Stefani
“I don’t have time to sleep,” Lux hissed.
“You’re losing it Lux. I know you get a little reckless when you don’t get enough sleep; but this is crazy.” Pixie shook her head, realizing her sister was beyond reason.
“This is not being reckless; this is preservation!” Lux said, her voice getting shrill.
“That is up for debate,” Pixie said.
“This building can’t come down! Did you forget that our mother won’t leave, even with the wrecking ball out front? We can’t call for help or they will lock her up for psychological evaluation. You remember what happened last time they took her in for an evaluation? I do; I’ll never get it out of my head. I can’t change Mom’s mind and I can’t change Dean’s mind. I can’t think of another way. I’ve tried everything; we have to resort to drastic measures. I need to buy some time.”
“This is extreme; I’m just saying that maybe we should take a little time and think it through a bit more.”
“We don’t have time. We are absolutely, without a doubt, out of time. We’re counting down the hours now. Our building is going to be torn down to the ground first thing in the morning if I don’t do something. If I could just talk to him, maybe I could make him see how important the music hall is. I cannot have sex with that man in exchange for property!” She explained hysterically.
“We’re not suggesting that you should,” Pixie said.
“That’s the only other alternative,” Lux looked nervous.
“Fine, I’ll help.” Pixie grabbed her hand, obviously worried about her sister.
“Me too.” Kiki grabbed their hands.
“Me three,” Lolo added.
“We’ll all help.” Graves nodded.
“Thanks, I’m going to need it. I have a plan; you’re going to need black shoes, everyone will. I’m going to get ready and then I will come down and explain everything,” she explained before she headed out of the room.
“Okay.” Pixie nodded with a smile as she watched her leave the room.
“Oh, she’s totally lost it.” Kiki looked worried.
“What do you expect? With all the pressure, she can’t sleep, she rarely eats.” Pixie sighed.
“I’m worried about her,” Kiki confessed.
“Me, too. I guess the only thing we can do to ease her mind is help her,” Pixie said with a heavy heart.
“You know this is insane,” Graves declared.
“I know,” Pixie admitted.
“Maybe we can use the ride there to talk her out of it… maybe she’ll change her mind,” Lolo said with hope.
“It’s Lux you’re talking about; you know she doesn’t change her mind once it’s set,” Pixie reminded her.
“We might be able to reason with her,” Kiki interjected.
“The best we can hope for is damage control,” Pixie stated with a frown.
“Dean Blake is going to have our heads on a platter by tomorrow night,” Graves announced.
“Maybe if he sees the state she’s in, he will understand.” Kiki hoped.
“We’ve got a better chance of finding a three-eyed unicorn. Dean Blake is heartless,” Graves reminded her.
“Yeah, but he likes Lux. Maybe we can use that to our advantage,” Pixie stated, her mind already developing a plan.
“That’s true… he was willing to trade it all for sex,” Kiki mentioned.
“Right now, I will take any sliver of hope there is. I have a feeling it is going to be a crazy day.” Pixie took a deep breath.
***
Lux fished through the basement until she found the box of the band’s old costumes that she had been looking for. They were black dresses with matching black blazers and chauffer hats. When they originally wore them to perform, all the girls had complained that they looked more like chauffer uniforms then costumes. Now that defect would come in handy.
They quickly got dressed, and Lolo drove them to Dean’s apartment in the city. Lolo parked way down the road, far from Dean’s place, so they did not raise suspicion. Lolo was to wait in the car for them in case something happened or Lux changed her mind and aborted the mission.
Lux, Kiki, Pixie, and Graves hid behind the large patch of trees facing Dean’s monstrous garage.
“Tell me again why we couldn’t have Dean meet you somewhere like normal people do when they want to discuss something?” Pixie asked Lux.
“Because Dean is extremely smart, and he’d automatically be suspicious. Not to mention the fact that he could tell someone that he was meeting with me. I don’t want to take any chances. I need this to go smoothly,” Lux explained.
“I still think we look more like stewardesses.” Kiki frowned.
“No, we look like chauffeurs,” Graves reassured her.
“Sexy chauffeurs,” Pixie smiled.
Lux looked at her pocket watch as she spoke, “Alright, Dean should be ready to leave for The Music Hall soon. Graves, you take care of the real chauffer and then meet us at the place.”
“Alright,” Graves said before she stepped out from behind the tree. She had dressed especially for the occasion. She wore a very tight dress and made sure that her top buttons were undone. She had curled her blonde hair and had even applied makeup. She hiked up her skirt and headed over to the chauffer. He was obviously waiting for Dean, leaning against the limo while looking at a pornographic magazine.
“Piece of cake,” Graves whispered to herself as she walked to stand before the chauffer.
“Hi,” Graves said in the ditsiest voice that she could muster.
“Um hi, can I help you?” he asked as he stood up abruptly.
“Hi, I’m Mandy; I’m new with the driving company.”
“Hi Mandy. It’s nice to meet you,” he said with a creepy smile; his eyes went straight to Graves’s cleavage and stayed.
“I’m so sorry to bother you, but I think I may have gone to the wrong address by accident. I thought that I was supposed to be the driver for this place, but I’m not so sure now.” She twirled her blonde hair around her finger and tried to look confused.
“That’s okay sweetheart, I can help you. Come with me, we can give them a call, but we have to be quick.”
“I can be quick, very quick” She leaned in and smiled suggestively, “Thank you so much.”
“Come with me, there’s a phone we can use in the garage.”
“Oh thank you so much. How can I ever repay you?” Graves purred as she walked with him into the large garage.
“Perfect timing,” Lux whispered as she watched them disappear into the garage. She looked up to the large windows to see Dean coming down the stairs.
“You wait here for Graves,” Lux told Kiki.
“Okay, I’ll see you soon,” Kiki said with a nod.
“Hurry,” Pixie said.
They hunched over and ran to the front of the limo. Pixie only opened the door wide enough for them to slip inside.
“Now let’s just hope he gets in before the real chauffer comes back,” Lux said as she leaned down in the passenger’s seat.
“I think Graves has that under control,” Pixie said as she pulled her hat down.
They held their breath as Dean walked to the limo and got in. Once he was situated, Pixie started the car and drove to the street before she rolled down the window separating the front from the back.
“Where to?’ Pixie asked.
“You should know this,” he said in an irritated tone.
“Oh yeah, got it right here, The Music Hall.” She grinned knowingly and began to drive.
“Close the window,” he barked.
“Sure thing boss.” She smiled in the rearview mirror and took off her hat first.
It was at that moment that he noticed the white and orange hair. He knew only one person with hair like that.
“Wait, leave that window down. I know you,” he went to the edge of his seat.
“You sure do.” Pixie giggled as she locked all of the doors.
“What the fuck,” his words froz
e on his lips when Lux peaked at him through the opening, “Lux?”
Lux quickly slid through to the back and sat in the seat across from him.
“Hello Wrecker,” she smiled as she pulled out the stun gun.
“What is this?” he asked, a grin hanging on his lips.
“I told you that I wasn’t going to let you demolish my building today.”
“You’re a brave girl.”
“You have no idea.”
“Did you really think this through?” he asked with a slight smirk.
“Yes. You’re going to call your demolition crew and tell them to stop.”
“Am I?” He raised his brows.
“Yes and then you’re going to sign the building over to me.”
“How are you going to get me to do that? With a stun gun?” he grinned smugly.
“No, with this.” With a quick hand she withdrew the needle and injected him. He quickly over powered her and grabbed the empty syringe but the damage had been done. “Too late.”
“What the fuck is this?” he growled as he held her against the seat.
“Just a little sleep aid, nothing harmful. You’ll wake up refreshed and in my custody.” She smiled.
“When I wake up, you better run,” he warned as his eyelids began to droop.
“There’s no need to run. When you wake up, you’ll already be tied up,” she said in a sweet tone.
***
Lux had picked the perfect spot. It was an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere. Pixie parked in front, and they both got out of the limo. They both looked down at Dean, who was still passed out on the seat.
“How the hell are we supposed to get him in that house? He’s fucking huge!” Pixie asked.
“We’re going to carry him. Grab his legs.”
“Oh hell no. Do you not see the size of him? He’s all muscle; muscle is heavy, Lux. He’s going to break our backs,” Pixie protested.
“Grab his legs!” Lux shouted.
“Fine!” Pixie snapped back.
Lux grabbed him under his arms and Pixie carried him by his legs. They struggled for over ten minutes trying to get him into the house. It didn’t help that Pixie needed to take frequent breaks. After a spell, they had finally managed to get him inside. They carried him into the living room and tried to sit him in the chair while Lux put the handcuffs on him.
“Hold him while I grab the rope,” Lux instructed.
“I can’t hold him anymore; that man is unbelievably heavy,” Pixie complained.
“Fine. I’ll hold him, and you get the rope. Hurry, I think he’s starting to wake up.”
It was around that time that Dean opened his eyes.
“Shit hurry!” Lux yelled, but it was too late; Dean had managed to stand up although he was obviously disoriented.
“Sit down,” Lux warned him as she grabbed the stun gun.
“You should re-think this.” Dean said as his foggy brain began to clear.
“Sit down or I will stun you.” She held the stun gun close to him. “I don’t want to, I swear I don’t, but I will.”
“Please don’t tempt her, she’s slept like a total of 5 hours in over five days; she’ll do it,” Pixie pleaded.
“You haven’t been sleeping well?’ he looked at Lux.
Lux turned to Pixie, “Thanks for telling the enemy that I’m tired and possibly weak from lack of sleep. Nice job, Pixie.”
“That bit of information could work to your advantage once we go to trial for ab-duc-tion,” Pixie shot back.
“I told you I’m taking full responsibility. You won’t step foot in a jail cell,” Lux promised.
“I am not just going to let you take full blame.”
“You don’t have a choice, you’ll do as I say on this,” Lux demanded in her bossy, older sister voice.
“Why haven’t you been sleeping?” Dean asked her as if it were just the two of them in the room.
“Why do you think? I have been trying to figure out how to keep the music hall.”
“And she hasn’t eaten either; she’s delirious,” Pixie continued to set up her case.
“Please sit down.” She waived the stun gun at the chair. “Or I will be forced to stun you.”
“I could take that from you right now.”
“With your hands cuffed behind your back?” she raised a brow in doubt.
“Yes. Do you want to bet that I can’t?”
She took a step back and held the stun gun tighter. “I will stun the shit out of you if you don’t sit down.”
He grinned at her, clearly amused and then sat down in the chair.
“Get me the rope,” Lux instructed Pixie. Lux made short work of tying him to the chair; she triple knotting everything and double checked her knots.
“You have to call them and tell them not to tear down the building,” Lux said as she held out his cell phone.
“I can’t it’s not scheduled to be torn down today.”
“But you said it was today. It was on the demolition notice,” Lux said skeptically.
“I pushed it back.”
“You’re lying.”
“Call them.”
“Why would you do that?” Lux asked.
“You know why.”
“You really thought I would change my mind?”
“You really thought I would sell the building to you?”
“Thanks to you I have another day to try,” she grinned.
“So now what?” Pixie asked.
“I guess I keep him here until tomorrow,” Lux answered.
“Really?” Pixie asked.
“Yes.”
“Here?” Pixie looked around.
“Where else? I need him to call his men off. And trust me he is not going to let me abduct him again tomorrow morning.”
“But,” Pixie started to object but Lux stopped her.
“Do you have a better plan?”
“At this point I think any plan is better than this, sister dear. I’m going outside to smoke.” Pixie rolled her eyes and headed out of the room.
“This is a lot of trouble,” Dean said once they were alone.
“I would do anything to keep the music hall.”
“Almost anything.”
“I will not resort to prostitution.”
“No, but you’ll resort to abduction. I don’t understand you; all you had to let me do was fuck you. Do you have any idea how many women have begged for that?”
“Then go find one of them because I don’t want to have sex you.”
“Liar, I know you want me to fuck you almost as badly as I need to fuck you.”
“You’re wrong.”
“You’re lying and if you weren’t such a coward, you would let me prove it. I’ll give you the building just to let me prove it. I will give you the whole fucking block.”
“You’re like a magician with a hat full of magical garbage. You’re so full of shit. You’re a trickster, a womanizing prince Charming, covering your deceit with sexy lies and layers of money. I’ve told you, that shit won’t work on me. Don’t forget all the deep investigation I did to find dirt on you. I know you and your filthy little mind.”
“There’s nothing little about my filthy mind… there’s nothing little about me at all. I can prove that, too,” he said smugly.
“No thank you, I know more than enough about you.”
“You don’t know me at all.”
“I know enough.”
“You know what you’ve heard, and you know what you’ve read, but you don’t know me. No one really does, but I would be willing to tell you. I would let you inside of my head and my life.”
“Stop talking like that!”
“Talking like what?” He almost laughed at the situation. He’d always been the angry one when women tried to get inside of his head. How the tables had turned.
“The niceties, the sweetness, stop being nice... be mean! I’m not a sucker, I know it’s all lies; it’s well-crafted deceit from a
man who knows how to properly sucker punch a woman’s heart. I swear it’s like you have a liquid silver centered tongue. You can’t still want me! I abducted you, and I want to take your fucking property! You should be angry with me.”
