Continued from “Trouble”.
Note: You were probably expecting a little Justin Timberlake but “what goes around comes around” is the chorus from a Celine Dion featuring Diana King song, “Treat Her Like A Lady” – I’ve always liked the lyrics…
“Which one is Tyrone?”
As the two monstrous men got him dressed, I was horrified at how he looked like a lifeless rag doll.
What had I done?
“I heard you say that it was time to call Tyrone again.”
“Oh…there’s no “Tyrone”. It’s a phrase from an Erykah Badu song, probably not your style of music,” Ella chuckled.
I didn’t ask but assumed that Ella’s two burly boys worked at the club. They had already taken all of the garbage bags away and now they were back. My heart pounded in my chest and I suddenly regretted having called her. I had no choice but to ask before they took him away.
“Ella, what are you going to do with him?”
“I’m not going to do anything, Vicky. The boys will do what they need to do.”
Each man took an arm and lifted him off of the bed to a standing position. They were so huge that they made the move look effortless. Before I knew it, it was just Ella and I left in the bedroom.
“Are they going to hurt him?”
I was starting to feel sorry for him. Ella shook her head.
“Trust me Vicky. They won’t hurt him. They will take him home, wait for him to wake up and calmly explain why it would be in his best interest to stay the fuck away from you from now on.”
From my apartment, I had a perfect view of the street. I scurried over and watched as they loaded his body into the back of a shiny black SUV. No one was around but even if they had been, in the dark of the evening, it would have looked like they were helping a drunk friend into the vehicle. When the SUV sped away, I turned back to Ella.
“What are they going to tell him?”
“I don’t know. But it’s not their first time at the rodeo doing something like this. They handle creepy dudes and stalkers at the club all the time. Don’t sweat it.”
My face must still have looked horrified because she continued.
“I’m sure it will be simple enough for the asshole to understand. If he ever contacts you again, they’ll promise to pay him a not-so-friendly visit. But Vicky, you need to promise me that you won’t take him back.”
Ella waited expectantly for my agreement.
“That won’t happen Ella. Why would I do something stupid like that?”
“Why? Because breaking up with a loser is sometimes easier said than done. I’ve done stupid, crazy shit on an ordinary day that I regretted – more than once. Men with a chip on their shoulder can be dangerous. No contact with him is the only way to go. Promise me?”
Ella pulled out her cell again and scrolled through her contacts. I immediately got worried. Maybe Ella had changed her mind and would tell the boys to drop him off in a ditch somewhere or off the bridge.
“Who are you texting?”
“A locksmith that I know. The loser has keys and you need to change your locks asap. What you’ve got now are cheap and flimsy. ”
Ella was confident in her words as she texted away. I knew better than to argue.
“How much is that going to cost?”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered Vicky. This guy owes me more than one favor. Fuck, I’m starving. What have you got to eat around here?”
Ella dragged me to the kitchen where I watched her open the fridge and rummage around like she hadn’t eaten in days. She grabbed a bottle of wine and plunked it down in front of me with a glass.
“Have a glass and take the edge off.”
Ella grabbed some left over Chinese I had in the fridge, smelled the contents and almost gagged. She promptly tossed it into the garbage.
“Are you in the mood for pizza?”
I still couldn’t get over how Ella was acting like it was a normal evening for her. Ella ordered from the trendy place a few blocks away while we waited for her locksmith to turn up. She grabbed a bag of chips from the counter and started to fill her mouth.
“What happens if he doesn’t take their warning?”
“If he’s that stupid, the boys always have a Plan B.”
“Let’s just say that if a picture speaks a thousand words, a dozen pictures of him in a compromising position will set him straight.”
I could feel my eyes doubling in size. Before I could ask her to explain, a smirk spread across Ella’s face. She stuffed more chips into her mouth and then rubbed her stomach.
“The prick should have know that what goes around comes around. If he steps out of line, he’ll find out the hard way.”
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