Streetlights
Streetlights
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He watched her quietly from his perch, this had, over the years become a habit of his whenever he hunted in Queens. After he'd
drain his victim's dry he'd travel to the projects to watch this girl. his girl . A slow sensuous grin spread out across his face as he watched her.
She was playing lookout for a few of the neighborhood boys who where currently stripping a 07 Chrysler aspen, she was leaning lazily against a stop sign. Her black eyes darted cautiously from left to right every few minutes for any sign of the police.
She wore an over sized dark blue hoodie with a long white tee shirt , which he thought to himself must have belonged to a man at some point, for on her short and stout frame it looked like a dress.Underneath the dress like shirt she had on a pair of
old baggy worn out jeans, which at the end of each pant leg the material folder over messily onto her brown timberland boots . He softly chuckled to himself, it seemed everything she wore tonight must have been a man's, her hair was black, she had bangs which where swept over to the left side of her round face.
The rest of her hair was pulled back tightly into two braids that hung around her shoulders. She looked like a regular thug he mused except the one thing about her tough appearance that didn't fit, the huge round glasses she wore, which had been the reason for their meeting years before. Thinking back on the pleasant memory he was suddenly dragged back to attention as he saw a small white Ford pull up beside her.
Josie felt " it " again the feeling she was being watched , ever since she was five every once in a while she'd get that feeling, always at night. Sometimes briefly
sometimes for hours, recently she noticed she felt as if she was being watched more often. Yet whenever she'd look around there was no sign of anyone watching her so eventually she just had assumed she'd inherited her mom's paranoia.
Josie heard the sound of a car stop, panicked she looked up she had been so preoccupied with her own thoughts,she forgot she was suppose to be a lookout. Her panic subsided when she realized who drove the car, she had seen him around frequently he was one of Skully's usual johns and a known pedophile.
"Are you one of Skully's girls?" he asked a bit timidly
Josie eyed him he was an older man, probably late thirties early forties, he was skinny ,very skinny . And pasty,he had short brown hair which was neatly slicked back, he smiled boyishly at her. He shut off the car , reached over and opened the passenger door.
"Aren't you cold out there?" he patted the seat next to him
" why don't you come in here and warm up" he said with a smile
Josie couldn't help but noticed his wristwatch , a Rolex. Judging by the car he drove she assumed it had been a gift or a fake, she smiled inwardly as she slowly entered the car.
"My name is Larry" He said as he reached over her and closed the door, Josie flinched slightly when she heard the click of the door locking. She looked over at Larry who was still smiling , he then slowly leaned toward her
" Are you gonna be a good little girl for me?" he said softly as he reached for her
Larry placed his hand on her upper thigh and started to rub it gently . Josie decided she didn't want him to go any further.
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She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a borrowed .45 smith and Wesson, she held it sideways and smiled. Larry jumped back his eyes wide.
"Motherfucker, I ain't no ho" she said as she pressed the .45 into his chest, he tried to say something but was shaking so hard his words came out jumbled.
" Look" she said as she moved the gun away a little bit
" I'll make dis shit simple fo yo ass, wonder bread , this glock has six bullets and it you give me yo watch dis glock will leave wit six bullets"
Larry meekly complied and took off his watch, his arm shook wildly as it reached slowly to hand the watch over to her. She hurriedly snatched it from him
"Now open the door!" she yelled, he did. She got out of the car still pointing the gun at him, she slammed the passenger side door and stepped back onto the curb.
Larry started the car and drove away like a bat outta hell.
"Gee, thanks a lot mister Larry!" Josie yelled out behind the car in a mocking tone. She watched the Ford zip around the corner then out of sight, Josie laughed loudly she turned and walked into the ally where the boys where stripping the Chrysler "
" Yo, Demarcus!" A young ,tall ,skinny ,shirtless,black boy looked over at her
" Whatchu want big Jo?" Josie tossed the .45 to him
"Sorry Playa, but I need to book"
He caught the .45 and tucked it into the waist band of his pants "aight we done wit dis shit anyways"
As Josie walked away Demarcus stood up and yelled after her "ay! big jo, where you goin ?" Josie threw her head back and laughed loudly " To da Pawnshop,playa!"
Bishop had watched the whole scene play out, yet me made no attempt to intervene. He had witnessed Josie committing crimes
before, small stuff mostly shoplifting. But this was armed robbery , when he had saw Josie enter the ford of her own accord , the anger that enveloped him was overwhelming,he'd wanted to go down there rip the car door off, yank her out , take her back to his lair, and teach her all kinds of lessons.
He sighed deeply these emotions where so strange to him, it was even stranger that it was a twelve year old portly , guntoating black girl which brought these emotions to the surface. He raked his fingers though his hair, Josie's actions where becoming more reckless, she believe she was tough and that nothing could touch her. Bishop new better, things had went in her favor this time but had they not that man could have raped her.
Of course he'd never let that happen, but her willingness to hop into a strangers car made him uneasy. He knew he wouldn't be able to watch and protect her 24/7, and with the way her negative behavior was excelling lately he knew it would only be a matter of time before she got herself into big trouble.Bishop knew what he had to do if he wanted to protect her from herself, he would have to claim her.
He'd wanted to wait until she was a women to claim her as his mate but it seemed he would not get his wish, another slow sensuous smile spread across his lips at the thought of mating with Josie, she arrogantly thought herself so powerful and intimidating. Bishop leisurely walked along the rooftops of buildings following Josie, but keeping his distance, oh how he had plans for her, he'd strip her of that arrogant air of hers, by making her into a prisoner of his touch and a slave to his love.
Soon she would be where she belonged , in his bed.