Chapter 122: Chapter 122

Chapter 122

~You won’t regret this~

Brian regretted taking Ella to the liquor joint instead of food joint where no alcohol was being sold. And there was nothing he could do about it now; they needed to settle down to a place and wait for night to fall so they could dispose of the corpse. Driving around with the corpse, searching for more suitable restaurant to stay was riskier.

Since they got to the liquor joint Ella had been hell bent on sticking her mouth next to the edge of the bottles that got supplied on the table, Brian was yet to finish a bottle of creamy liquor but she had gulped down three bottles.

“You are not drinking anymore,” Brian quarreled her, grabbed the uncorked bottle in her hand and placed it on his corner, rolling his eyes at her, “If you continue drinking and you get drunk , if police stops us on the way, they will have a reason to search us because they will think as you are drunk so am I,” he nagged, peering his face at her to sound it audibly enough than the noisy rock and roll music blasting in the joint

“I am not drunk, trust me,” she said stooped to Brian to sound it louder before she fell back in her seat, “I am just getting the feel of the night. Besides celebrating freedom deserve anything better. What do you think?” she asked with her face all smiles as she grabbed an empty bottle and fixed to her mouth using her tongue to collect the little droplet to make sure its content was totally empty. Once she smacked her lip she said, “Liquor has never been this creamy and such is life. A time will come when you will perceive that life has never been this free, Brian,” she called coldly. “I can’t thank you enough for saving my ass from that bastard in the boot. I know you may think I just put you in trouble but I want you to know that you won’t regret this.”

Brian was at his silence, pondering over his action tonight at the woods, barely listening to her but shaking his head and giving her the impressive look that he was all ears.

“I plan to be frequenting the Beverly Hills’ mansion so as to avert the minds of his family from thinking that I murdered him.”

Hearing that, Brian’s attention returned as he adjusted himself within his seat, grabbed his bottle of liquor and sipped.

“Do you know of any family member?” he asked, anxiety hanging from his chin as he blinked nervously at her numbed face.

“Um…” she put her finger on her lips to recall and then said, “Yes there is this cousin of his he often mentioned whenever he was on the phone. I believe they were always keeping it cool over the phone, perhaps because he was the only cousin of his who resides in the State I think Miami, others stayed out of the State. But he was so proud of him that he even mentioned his cousin would come for me should I disappear out of his life for any reason,” she said, “Um,” she said thoughtfully putting her finger on her thick lips to recall a name.”

Brian dimmed his eyes curiously at her, suspecting she was about mentioning his father’s name.

“Yes,” she beamed, clicking her finger as the name sank into her mind, “Coleman, yes Coleman,” she reaffirmed had a brief grin at Brian, noticing the scowl on his face now despite the scarcely lit liquor joint that barely could let them see their faces.

Brian breathed uneasily, his heartbeat thudded against his chest as he recalled once again that the corpse in the trunk of his car was a bloodline, a cousin of his father; oh my God, he exclaimed in his head

“Do you have a problem with that?” she asked swiftly, peering into his face and trying to study him closely.

He shook his head at once, forced a smile and stretched his hand to his liquor to have a sip and hide his feelings. “I have no problem with that. Come to think of it. I don’t even know the cousin so why should I have a problem with It.” he stole a glance at his watch. “This is just past seven,” he said afterwards and grinned.

“Should we go now? It is late already. We are away from prying eyes,” she suggested at a breath as impatience hung in her heart.

“We will leave at 8: o’clock. I know it is late and onlookers will be away by now but then I want us to take our time in disposing it, so that before police or anyone could find it, it will be long decomposed.” he said, gulped his last bottle of liquor. “I am done drinking,” he assured, smacking his lips and rolling his tongue across his lips.

A naked stripper walked to Brian, shook her big buttocks and fondled her breasts. “Eh, chief daddy,” she called, “Do you need some fuck dance?”

Brian grinned, snorted, shook his head and when the stripper persisted he barked, “Get away bitch. I don’t have time for shit.”

The stripper paused to look in the direction of Ella, and rolled her eyes at them. The stripper cat-walked to another man, who already was spanking her big firm buttocks with wads of dollars while she tweaked it at his face.

“That was humorous,” said Ella, chuckling.

He jerked his head, “The humor is well deserved considering the task ahead of us,” he mumbled.

“Yes,” she said, “I feel like taking one more bottle of liquor,” she sounded carelessly, checking the empty bottles to see what she could get.

“Hell no!” he beamed, “Once we are done disposing the corpse you can soak your brain in liquor.”

“Yes I know,” she cut in, “I just need a bottle to wish that asshole in the trunk of your car farewell to the underworld.”

“He is already in the underworld.” Brian added and stole a glance at his watch again. “We got to go,” he said, stood to his feet, lent his hand to Ella before they started prancing out of the joint…