The streets of Miami were always dangerous at night. Her brother made a big mistake by kicking her out in the middle of the night.
"Let go of her!" I screamed, but the guy just looked at me with a fearless face, as if he didn’t hear what I said.
"I said let go of her!" I shouted, walking closer to them. "Don’t you know who I am? Don’t you recognize me? I am the queen of this street, so I am asking you to let her go." I said, flipping my hair backward with my left hand.
"Queen, I am sorry, but I can’t listen to you today. I saw her first." The guy replied with a straight face. Melody began shaking her head more than usual, as if she was trying to tell me something, and the guy smiled. I turned around to see another guy running towards me with an iron rod in his hand, and he wanted to use it to hit me on the head. He swung it toward me. I dodged it, but it hit me on the waist, and my gun fell out of my hand.
"Argh!" I groaned and turned to him. I caught the iron rod before he could use it to hit me again. He was trying to drag it out of my grip, but I held it with all my strength.
"Let go of it!" He shouted, clenching his teeth as he pulled it, I pulled the iron rod out of his hand and kicked him hard on the manhood twice. He groaned in pain and staggered backward with his mouth wide open and his hands on his manhood.
I squatted down and picked up my gun.
"Adios!" I said with a smile and shot him twice in the chest. His eyes widened as he touched his bleeding chest with his right hand and fell to the ground on his backside with a loud thud. I walked over him and fixed my gaze on Melody and the man. Her boobs were already naked and red. He was squeezing them hard. Her face was pale and red. I could tell she was suffering.
"Son of a bitch!" I yelled and targeted his hand and pulled the trigger, releasing two bullets. They both pierced through the glass of the telephone box and entered his head. He let go of Melody and fell to the ground, with his head outside the glass. Melody stared at him on the floor and put her hand over her mouth in surprise.
"Come out, do you want him to be alive?" I inquired, but she was rather frightened, like it was her first time seeing a dead body. She stared at me with her eyes shaking and pulled the stupid handkerchief down her mouth.
"You could have just knocked him unconscious; you didn’t have to kill him." she said, and walked over him, shaking like a leaf.
"Is that your way of thanking me for saving your life?" I asked. She pulled the trench coat over her boobs, covering them, and ran to me. I was about to speak when she ran into my arms, to my surprise, and hugged me tightly, with her hands on my back. Why is she hugging me? I am not used to being treated like this. Even Emily didn’t hug me this passionately like this when we were still friends. I pushed her back by the head. She stared at me with her eyes filled with tears.
"T-Thank you, queen. Thank you for saving my life. Words can’t describe how grateful I am to you." She said, looking into my eyes.
"It’s not a big deal, darling. You are my employee, and no one hurt my girls on my watch." I assured forcing a smile, that didn’t reach my stomach.
"Really? Thank you so much." She beamed with a toothy smile.
"Come on, let’s go. I will take you to my house." I said.
"Wait, my bags." She said and ran close to the glass and picked up her bags from the floor, hanging them around her neck. She struggled to reach for her luggage. I rolled my eyes and walked over to her. I took the luggage and rolled it ahead of her to my car. I opened the trunk and put her luggage inside. She caught up to me and put her other bag inside but left a small black bag behind.
"Put it inside; what’s in the bag?" I questioned.
"My makeup, they might break if I put them in there." She replied.
"Okay," I replied and got into the car. I waited for her to get into the car. She entered and sat next to me, wrapping her hands around herself. I turned off the air con in the car. She fastened her seatbelt, looking down with tears falling out of her eyes.
I started the engine, looking at her with side eyes. "Don’t you get tired of crying?" I inquired but got no response.
"I don’t think he is your biological brother. If he was, he wouldn’t treat you this way." I remarked.
"He is my biological brother. It’s just that I haven’t seen this side of him before. It’s new." She replied with her lips quivering, "I think he has s-stopped loving me." She whimpered. I drove off into the empty street that was filled with fog, making me unable to see, but the streetlights were making me see a little.
"He never loved you. If he loved you, he wouldn’t treat you this way, or even kick you out." I said, she crossed her hands in front of her, and turned her head to look at me with her eyes filled with tears.
"Stop crying. Crying can’t solve anything." I replied and lowered the front mirror a little.
"You are an adult. You should learn to survive by yourself. When I was around your age, I also had to go through a lot, but I tried my best to be strong and not to let these things affect me. Now I don’t trust anyone. I think you should do the same." I said and stole a glance at her. The corners of her mouth fell towards the floor.