What?
Jerry and Donny?
No way.
Jerry’s eyes narrowed. “You been watchin’ me, spic?”
I gasped again, this time angrily.
“Oh Lord,” Ava muttered.
“What did he just say?” Jet asked, her voice trembling.
“Stand down, Jet, I think Eddie’s got this covered,” Daisy told Jet, pulling the huddle back another few steps.
Eddie had gone silent again but the air had changed, it became heavy and very, very scary.
Jerry waited for a reaction to his racial slur and, when none was forthcoming, he (stupidly, if you asked me), decided to create one.
His arm reached out, he planted his hand in Eddie’s chest and I saw him give a shove.
I stared and my mouth dropped open.
I was certain he’d given a shove but Eddie’s body didn’t move.
No kidding, it didn’t move an inch.
Solid as a rock.
I watched surprise slide across Jerry’s face, surprise I was pretty certain sure was mingled with a hint of fear as Eddie encouraged in a low, menacing voice, “Keep goin’.”
“Fuck you!” Jerry clipped and immediately threw a punch.
Quick as a flash, Eddie ducked but came up, body cocked to the side and swinging, he landed a fist in Jerry’s stomach and I heard Jerry’s awful grunt.
“Oh for goodness sake, we’re missin’ Stella,” Daisy said as if Eddie’s fight with one of my father’s henchmen was akin to an annoying traffic delay on the way to a movie and I looked at her, mouth still open. She was digging in her purse (not all Rock Chicks went purse-less) and she came out with a stun gun.
Oh boy.
This was getting worse by the second!
Jerry threw another punch, Eddie’s chin jerked back and, again, Jerry missed his target but Eddie moved swiftly and landed another blow, this time to Jerry’s kidneys and this time Jerry’s grunt was filled with pain.
“Give me that stun gun! I want to stun that jackass!” Jet cried, her hand going out to wrap around Daisy’s wrist and the now crackling stun gun.
That’s when Jet and Daisy started to scuffle, both trying to get control of the stun gun.
And there it was.
The night got even worse!
My eyes swung from Jet and Daisy to Jerry and Eddie as Jerry went at Eddie, advancing quickly. Eddie was retreating but he was weaving almost casually (not joking, casually!) while Jerry tried some one-two combinations but none of them connected.
We had an audience now, people were amassing in the hall to watch but no one seemed to want to get involved. That was, no one except a big blond man who was shoving his way through from the back.
“What the f**k?” Tex asked when he made it to the front, right when Eddie stopped retreating and weaving and landed another savage body blow causing another grunt of pain from Jerry. “That’s it, Chavez, f**k him up!” Tex boomed his approval. What he did not do, I noticed immediately, was intervene. Then he threw back his head and gave out a wild catcall.
Really!