Free RECRUITED: A Mike Humber Novella (Demon Series Book One) by RR Haywood Page B

another, ‘I’m in the shit now.’ He doesn't say anything but just watches carefully. ‘Are you here for a bit?’ I ask the girl, ‘I’ll try and talk her…’ I hiccup and sway again, ‘talk her round,’ I add with a nod at them both then feel a firm grasp on my arm as I get dragged from the bar. ‘Wait!’ I break free and grab the bottle of Vodka which I clutch to my breast like an infant child, ‘s’mine,’ I stare accusingly at the barman, ‘paid for it,’ I add matter of fact. I get led away again but motion towards the hooker as I go. Waving my hand between us to signal we’ll hook up again later then I make a hole between my thumb and forefinger on one hand while poking another finger through it and grinning like an idiot.
    Nails dig into my arm with vicious strength and we leave the bar, stripping and staggering through the double doors and into the lobby. ‘There’s a fit hooker in there,’ I call out to the woman. ‘My wife and I are gonna play with her later.’
    ‘Stop it!’
    The woman shows no reaction and like the barman, she just watches us carefully. There’s a fine line in running a place like this which appeals to the lower dregs of society. There will be violence, threats, damage and worse. They don’t want the police here so they tolerate what they can and show no reaction, hoping to hell the violence happens to someone else.
    I get dragged up the stairs and try for another swig of the vodka before it’s pulled roughly from my hands. ‘You’ve had enough,’ she snaps, ‘never in my life have I been so…so…’
    ‘Worked though,’ I muse quietly and earn a very sharp look in the process. ‘They’ll remember us.’
    Realisation dawns on her face but mixed with a big dollop of suspicion. ‘Are you drunk or not?’
    ‘Pissed off my fucking face,’ I grin, ‘but not fucking so stupid that I can’t do my fucking job when I have to fucking…er…do it?’
    We get to the room and she works the key, pushes the door open and stands to one side as I crash through and aim a leap at the bed, but somebody moves it and I miss, landing with a heavy crash on the floor instead. ‘The bed moved,’ I wail, ‘someone in here.’
    ‘There’s no one in here,’ she shoes the door shut and presses the latch down on the lock. ‘Get up, Mike,’ she sighs heavily.
    ‘Can’t,’ I slur, ‘think I’m stuck.’
    ‘I’m going for a wee. Please don’t listen.’
    ‘Huh? How’s that then?’ I roll over onto my back. ‘How does someone not listen?’
    ‘Whistle or something,’ she says from the bathroom.
    I purse my lips to form a whistle but don’t quite manage it properly and blow a raspberry instead. ‘S’hard you know.’
    ‘What is?’
    ‘Whistling!’ I say as though it should be obvious. ‘Are you going now?’
    ‘No, I can’t.’
    ‘How about now?’
    ‘Stop asking me!’
    ‘Turn the tap on.’
    The tap turns on which causes a cacophony of sound from pipes banging and clanging but somewhere in the middle of the plumbing symphony I hear the unmistakable sound of wee hitting the water in the pan. I burst out laughing and descend into a fit of giggles. ‘I can hear you.’
    ‘Grow up.’
    ‘Haha, I can hear you doing a wee wee.’
    ‘Jesus wept. I’ve finished.’ Her voice is closer so I crane my head up to see her standing in the doorway of the bathroom with the light bright behind her. Long hair cascades down her shoulders and the top button of her jeans is undone revealing the top of a something white and mysterious. I blink heavily at her curves and drop my head with a big sigh.
    ‘Cat got your tongue?’ She asks icily.
    ‘Sommit like that.’
    ‘Come on,’ she steps closer and bends down, ‘get up. You need a shower.’
    ‘Do I?’
    ‘Yes, Mike.’
    I sniff my armpits in turn, ‘nah, I’m alright.’
    ‘Take a shower.’
    ‘You take the shower,’ I giggle.
    ‘You first,’ she grabs my arm and starts pulling me up.
    ‘I know!’ I stare