surprised because I thought you only was into licking the cat, but when you came to me for some…I just thought I take it.”
She gazed at him as she picked up the glass of wine and splashed it in his face as she stood up and said, “You know Travis…you’re just nothing but a asshole and I hope you burn in hell!”
She quickly strolled toward the door as he replied, “Why are you acting like this…you’ve knew who I wanted!” “India…INDIA!”
She stormed out of the suite as she thought, “India…India…it’s always about fuckin’, India!” “Well now I’m gonna make sure that he goes down for Whitney’s murder…I just gotta find a way to get something on his ass that will put him there just before I killed her!”
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The night sky was clear and humid as Marc strolled toward his SUV. He was still trying to contact India, calling her cell phone for what seemed like every five minutes. As he dialed her number again, he continued to meander toward his vehicle when suddenly, as he stepped into the middle of the parking garage, headlights beamed directly into his eyes as the sound of screeching tires and the smell of rubber began to fill the air. He gazed in disbelief as the speeding automobile made its advance toward him. Now standing there like a deer staring into a set of headlights, the automobile rapidly made it’s approached, but when it got closer, it began to reduce speed stopping just inches from where he stood.
Before he could react to the action at hand, a huge, muscular, Caucasian gentleman, who stood about 6’4” and easily weighted about 285 lbs., jumped out of the dark blue Lexus coupé. With engine still running, he hurriedly strolled around to the front of vehicle, quickly grabbing him and swinging him around as if he was a rag doll. Before he could utter a word, the man shouted, “So you like to stalk innocent little white women, huh?”
Marc responded as quickly as he could, “Whatcha talking about man…I’m not stalking anybody!”
As he was about to finish his sentence, the man hit Marc square in the mouth, knocking out two of his front teeth. Blood was splashing everywhere as he continued to thrash him. Marc now lay on the hard concrete floor of the parking garage, trying to protect his face with his arms as the unidentified man continued to kick him.
Marc shouted at the top of his lungs, “WHO ARE YOU DUDE!” “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME, MAN?”
The man smiled as he picked him up by his collar and replied, “You need to stay away from her…you understand?” “Mind your own fuckin’ business bro!”
After he said that, he quickly struck Marc in the jaw, flooring him once again. He kicked him once more, then strolled back to his automobile and then drove away.
Marc was now in unfathomable pain as he tried to get up to stroll toward his vehicle. Blood was everywhere as he glanced down at his button up shirt as he thought, “This has to be part of Ursula’s demented plan…I’m gonna have to go to the police.” “But what will I say…I have no proof about anything!” “I need to at least let India know what’s going on before this gets too far!”
As he finally made it to his car, he gradually sat behind the steering wheel. As he made adjustments, trying to fathom the pain, in an obscure location of the garage stood Ursula lurking at him with a mischievous smile on her face. She was acting very demented as she thought, “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into boy…you better stay out of the way!” “Because if you don’t, you’ll be out of the way…permanently!”
Epilogue
Lady Davenport nervously strolled down the hall toward her private office. She was extremely dismayed with the whole dilemma that India was now facing. As she strolled toward her office, she immediately instructed her secretary to hold all of her calls as she opened the office door and quickly shut it, locking it instantaneously. She strolled over toward her bar, poured herself a drink and gulped it down swiftly. She hurriedly poured another glass as her cell phone began to ring. She gazed at the phone as it sat on her desk, vibrating. She knew she had to answer it but was hesitating. After a few seconds, she strolled over toward her Maplewood stained desk as she immediately answered the call.