Still warring with
himself, Nikolas dropped behind the wheel, staring out the front windshield.
The key hadn’t yet been inserted into the ignition and already the palms of his
hands were even beginning to sweat. Second thoughts still assailed him. “It’s
one night. Have a drink; see what this is all about. Maybe it’s a hoax and
you’re getting played for a fool.” Starting up the engine was a milestone,
popping in a CD to volume to level 8 and the tune blaring out, “I could be just
like you,” by Faber Drive
became a blessing." Rubber burned as foot hit the petal, putting it to the
metal and tires squealed as he pulled out.
Nikolas reached for his
cell phone and punched in the speed dial code for Black Eagle. Within seconds a
soft voice purred on the other end from the car speaker. Bluetooth was the best
invention yet. “Black Eagle, how may I help you this evening, Master Nikolas?”
“How…? Call display
right?” Nikolas asked him with humor in his tone, though he felt none at all.
“I could say it was the
heat of your breath coming at me through the phone, but I’d be shamefully lying,
wouldn’t I?”
“You would be and you know
what the punishment for lying is, Stevie.”
Stevie giggled. “Master
Van would give me a spanking I wouldn’t soon forget? He’s a real stump off the
old block, but he makes me purr, sugar.”
Nikolas smiled in spite of
himself. Silence waited between them for several long seconds. He stretched his
neck in an effort to chase away the tension building there. “Careful, Stevie.
He’s a hardcore ball crusher is more like it and very stern with his subs.
Anyhow, book me a room for tonight. I’m headed there now.”
“I knew you were going to
say that.” Nikolas heard the tempo rise in Stevie’s voice. “I’ll get right on
that for you, handsome.”
“Thanks. See you in
fifteen, tops.” Nikolas cut the connection.
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