Chapter 139: Chapter 139

Chapter 139

~Love Called On, also war~

“I am sorry if I offended your audacity,”

Oh what a world! Rodriguez had never apologized to anybody, not even the whores that yearned for a one night stand with him. He was so arrogant and proud that he told the whores that approached him, “Pussy can’t pull me.”

He had never approached any woman to be wooed. With gorgeous smiles, he watched the pretty Spanish women that doubled as his clients and associates slip away even when they made passes at him. In his CV was that he had never seen the thighs of any woman, except for a few occasions where he was drugged by determined whores and pounded in a session of orgy.

“I am sorry dear,” he apologized yet again, feeing like withdrawing his questions and playing a clean slate.

“That doesn’t answer my questions…what is your name again?” she asked, shutting her eyes to recall until he mentioned it…

“Rodriguez,” he mentioned, slowing down his speed, to give inert ears to what she had to say.

“Yes Rodriguez. Where are we headed? You see those cops over there.” She pointed at a band of police men who stood idly behind their vans. “Once we get to their spot, I am going to yell out to them that I am being kidnapped by you.”

“Holy Cow!” he exclaimed as he brought the car to a prompt halt.

He almost hit his head against the windscreen with the quick move on the brake; he wasn’t on a seat belt; only Jacy had a seat belt yet he almost asked if she was hurt. “Why would I do that?” he queried. And for one moment he became scared of driving through the police check because he had half kilogram of drugs on him which he intend to sell and make enough profit, while he thought of other he could run to as he would never want to be found by Salsa.

He never knew he could be this patient with women. Although his grandma had taught him that experience was going to test him for that. The last he could recall was a night he almost hit a whore for spitting at his face when he rejected her touch on his balls. After that event he had imagined if he had the temperament to hit women, since he never took them serious, and wouldn’t want to have anything to do with them.

“Answers,” she snapped. “Where are we headed?” she repeated through calm interrogative voice.

“Fine,” he affirmed, peering his face to behold the looks on her face while he said. “I am famished. I skipped dinner and till this moment. I am yet to eat food, so hope you don’t mind accompanying me to the Enchilada man down town where we can eat some Mexican recipe.”

She cursed, “Fuck you and your what-ever man.”

Rodriguez raised a dark annoying brow at her. His seductive eyes were beginning to bleach red and Jacy had warned within herself never to stir him to feel that way again. She felt like apologizing but she wasn’t done avoiding stretching this cutie; she just wished he would bark at her and push her out of the car; she wanted to avoid this man. She wished she could be done with men and focus on a career that could take her attention from love. To her, love didn’t exist and was less than fiction. The only being s she could date right now were angels. As for men feigning to be angels, she would never subscribe to them. She had given up on love,

“Did I tell you I am hungry for some Mexican recipe? If you are obsessed with your tribe, who bloody cares. This woman you see here wants to go home,” she clapped her hands while she barked at the top of her voice.

And Rodriguez shut his ears with his hands because the whole noise was ringing into his lobes.

“Alright, alright, I will do your bidding,” he replied coldly and briefly, recollected that was the woman that spoke to him rudely a while ago, so it would be kind and something to be grateful for to drive her home and then seize the opportunity to know her address and pay her consistent visit afterwards. “Address?” he demanded.

“I don’t have energy for that trash. I will direct you,” she mumbled and fought off her eyes from focusing on his off-the-sun, baby-like skin that magnified well-made artistic tattoo which ran from his neck to his thick, brown-hairy arms. Some humans are just cute; she said in her head and noticed her heart tumbled within her at the thought of that.

The car had turned on and they were soon pacing in a calculated speed. For a moment they were quiet, with straight faces and hostile advances that might never inspire discussion.

But something was about to set them talking again; the car had started jerking, tossing them to and fro, and in a manner of perfection Rodriguez had swerved the wheel out of the tar to the pedestrian lane while he managed his tactics to keep the car in motion. Regrettably the vibration coming from the engine was enough to mix the food in one’s belly. It was a lost course already because the car had quenched.

“What the fuck!” he cursed through gritted teeth and long catastrophic face.

Even in difficult moments he inspired charms.; Jacy said in her head. But inversely through her arrogant face. But that wasn’t going to make her stop avoiding him, “what the hell is all this?”

Rodriguez was trying to reply her when the engine quenched without any sign of turning on again, even after several attempt.

“I wouldn’t know,” he replied twitching the keys repeatedly in the ignition without any result. “Shit!”

“What sort of damn car is this? We are just stuck in the middle of Jupiter-knows.” She cast a glance at the thick forests and mountains that spread sideways the highway, while Rodriguez’s eyes were on her spotless thighs that housed a flower tattoo on it.

H wouldn’t mind to keep her to his heart forever.

Love called on, also war…