Patten Killer Genius 2

Attack of the Gym Rats
1. Auflage 2018
ISBN: 978-0-9996588-1-9
Verlag: Laughing Black Vampire Productions
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 200 Seiten

After being forced to fake her death, Kendra the Killer Genius was going to take a break from terrorizing New York's racists, morons, and bullies. But when a pair of sexual deviants armed with advanced technology and ties to the Russian mob threaten her favorite police detective, Kendra declares war. The only thing that grows higher than the tension is the body count...

Autoren/Hrsg.

Patten, Steven Van

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Chapter 1

The Difference a Month Makes

October 13rd, 2022

10:23pm

“You fucking bastard!”

Janice Thursby had never been the type to snoop on the men she dated. Her philosophy was simple; if she had to hack into your phone and wonder about every woman you’re chatting with on social media, then you weren’t worth the trouble. She also believed that guys that cheat were bound to exhibit other character flaws that would force her to cut them off, regardless of whatever perks being with them might present.

However, Tony had been seductively close to the mark. While nowhere near the man her amazing father had been, he seemed to be different enough to be a good choice. He wasn’t a stupid white guy trying to cross ‘been with the black girl’ off his bucket list. He wasn’t a black guy insisting on the wardrobe of a major rapper while making eight dollars an hour. He came across as sensible and mentally mature for his age and worldly.

Tony’s job as an acquisitions manager for Tidal bank meant he traveled a lot. That was fine, because she had school and her job at the gym, so she didn’t exactly need a man underfoot all the time. The well-timed phone calls every morning, a plethora of text messages during the week and fun night out every other weekend was enough for her. The only problem was that, at the moment, it was painfully obvious that either she or Tony got their weekends mixed up.

“Who the fuck is in there with you, Tony!” she screamed as she banged on the door, dropping her overnight bag to her feet. “I’ll break this fucking door down, I swear to God!”

From the apartment on the left, someone shouted “Shut up!” From the right side, a boy of probably nine pressed his ear against his door. Janice could hear him say, “Ma, Tony’s in trouble!” That was followed by a sharp, “Boy, get away from that door and mind your business.”

Tony’s building was one of the new high rises that had been built during the final stages of the gentrification of Fort Greene, Brooklyn. Typical of the buildings was the cheap material that was used to make them. If any of the residents didn’t leave their television blaring it was quite possible to hear what was going on inside their apartment. In Tony’s case, the sounds of a woman moaning and demanding that Tony fuck her harder, accompanied by the all too familiar sound of Tony’s naked lower abdomen smacking repeatedly against supple ass flesh left Janice with little doubt of what was going on inside.

When the door finally opened, it was Tony’s boss, Miriam who greeted her. “Well, don’t you look nice?” Miriam purred, seeming to notice Janice’s new leather jacket. Miriam looked mildly disheveled, in her designer pantsuit, but nothing a few more minutes in a bathroom couldn’t have fixed. “I was just dropping something off.”

“I’ve been out here for ten minutes, Miriam,” Janice said. “I know what you were dropping.”

“Well, that’s too bad. He said you guys were hanging out next week, so that’s his bad. You should know, I’m not trying to steal him from you. I just got divorced, so I just need the occasional tightening up.”

“I should tighten you up!”

“Dear, let’s not forget who the rich person is,” Miriam snapped. “Your narrow, yellow ass would be in Ryker’s Island and forgotten about faster than you could say ‘Khalid Browder’ if you so much as got a strand of my weave caught in your jacket zipper. See to that scholarship of yours, that’s what you better do.”

Janice’s head started to hurt. She almost felt like crying, but refused to give Miriam the satisfaction. Miriam in turn, walked by as if Janice were a homeless person and entered the elevator that seemed to magically open as she approached it, and disappeared behind the closing doors.

Janice stood in the hallway with the ajar door staring at her. Part of her wanted to leave, just forget the whole thing and spare herself the reality show like drama that was about to unfurl. Then she remembered her favorite t-shirt, the Coney Island shirt that her dad bought her on their last outing before his chemo treatments had started three months ago was still in there. Losing Tony was fine, but she wasn’t losing that shirt.

She picked up the overnight bag and walked in. It squealed as it slowly swung open, banged against the adjacent wall and came to a stop. The familiar sight of the dimly lit hallway that led into the rest of Tony’s one bedroom apartment lay before her. She took a deep breath and took five steps. At the end of the hall was where Tony’s living room began. Sitting on a couch against the wall, surrounded by a mix of mostly bland IKEA-style furnishings, sat Tony in grey sweatpants and a red t-shirt. His brow was still moist from his previous physical exertions. His eyes found the floor as Janice entered. She glared at him, waiting for him to attempt to defend himself.

“Fucking. Your. Boss.” She finally said after staring at him for a minute. “I guess it’s a good thing you never got around to giving me a key, huh?”

“Look, I-I’m sorry. It just happened. I figured it was a good way to get promoted,” Tony said. “Then I can keep taking you to nice places…”

“Oh, so you’re fucking your boss as a favor to me?” Janice asked. “Forgive me, for not understanding.” She turned away, opened her overnight bag and began collecting her things. It would be a decision she regretted instantly. The nearby bedroom smelled of Tony’s favorite vanilla-scented massage oil and a very satisfied vagina. For a moment, she thought she might throw up.

After two minutes of grabbing things, Tony appeared in the bedroom doorway. “Where is my shirt?”

“What shirt?”

“The Coney Island shirt, asshole!” The one my dead father left me. You know, the only man on this whole planet that was ever worth a damn.

“It’s in the hamper.”

“Give it here!”

He disappeared. She continued looking around the room, stuffing things in her bag. She was about to check the bathroom when he appeared in front of her with the shirt. Instinct took over, as she smacked him across the face so hard that his lip split open. Then she snatched the shirt out of his hand so fast he thought she’d burned him.

“Can we just…”

“Fuck you!” she said as she stuffed the shirt in her overnight bag and slammed his door behind her. There was just the hint of a sob in her throat.

***

She walked around teary eyed for a while, until she found herself near Fort Greene Park. Plopped down on a park bench, she looked around to make sure no one could see her before allowing herself to cry for a few minutes. Then, angry at herself for getting so upset over a man, she contemplated her next move.

In fact, it was the following weekend when she was supposed to visit Tony and spend the night. However, she had forgotten that Pamela, the morning shift site manager, had asked to switch shifts at the gym with her for the sake of a baby shower. This meant Janice would have to close the gym at 10:00pm and open the facility again at 5:00am. With her hour commute and the New York’s transit system running less than reliably over the weekends, she had been looking at the prospect of barely getting any sleep. And since Tony lived within walking distance from the gym, it made sense for her to crash at his place instead of going home. She thought she had talked to Tony about it earlier that week, but with so much on her mind, she now figured that she may not have. Otherwise, she probably would have found Tony alone in his apartment when she arrived. Instead of sitting teary-eyed on the park bench she’d probably be bent over in front of him, having the time of her life.

She closed her eyes and let relief wash over her. Relief that she had found out the truth about Tony. Relief that it wasn’t so cold outside. Relief that there was a solution to her current problem as far as her short work turnaround was concerned.

I’ll just spend the night in the gym. I have clean underwear in the bag and my Coney Island shirt. I’ll sleep in the back office. Tomorrow morning, everything will be fine.

She let out a sigh and wiped her face, then stood up and slung the strap from the overnight bag over her shoulder. Tomorrow morning, everything will be fine.

She said it over and over-- Tomorrow morning, everything will be fine-- to herself for the entire three block walk to the Beastmode Gym and stopped only long enough to punch in the security code and let herself...