On the weekend, Jennifer and I went to register ourselves to the marriage preparation class. After that, we spent our weekend to find her wedding dress and event organizer that will help us prepare our wedding ceremony. Our preparation class should be started this weekend. But we need to postpone it since this weekend I have job to do.
I think I haven't told you that I actually have registered my self to some bodyguard agencies since I decided to quit being assassin. Of course this time I use my real identity. I also inly registered as freelance bodyguard. Meaning I'm only interested on incidental jobs, not daily regular based jobs like one I had being Tim Chang.
Incidental jobs are actually quite a lot here on NY city, It may vary from guarding people that cary some precious things from a spot to another, extra protection for celebrities that have to stay for some days in the city from their fans, up until being hired to protect some rich people that has life-threatening issues. But since I have no formal certificate for my skill, nor any experience that I could wrote on my resume, thus I hadn't got any job offer. Up until I received the phone call from the agency few days ago.
My job is actually very humble, because I can't call it degrade. Along with a woman, our job is actually to protect.. and... take care of a dog of the infamous rapper, Slim "Dirty Mouth" Joe. This Joe guy is a recent hype rapper that went viral because of his songs that well, in my opinion, are nothing than a bunch of dirty words that describe how great sex is. Somehow his songs increase a lot of men's self esteem, while women are heating up and melting under his music. His visit to this city is to attend his mother's third wedding ceremony.
While the real client I and Carol, my mate on this job, have to handle is a 12 years bulldog, Fat Jim. This dog is really fat that he barely can walk. This dod's weight maybe almost a hundred pounds. All he can do is sleep and eat. He even rarely makes a noise, even less barking. Maybe that is why Slim Joe decided to hire me, to carry the dog. So I take the carrying role while Carol's jobs are to feed and clean Fat Jim up.
The motorcade just stop in front of the five star hotel where Slim Joe is staying. We were from the wedding rehearsal dinner, where I had to carry a hundred pound bulldog for more than three hours since the restaurant didn't allow any pet to enter the place. Slim Joe was obviously in a bad mood. He wanted Fat Jim to be part of the wedding party. He even bought the dog a suit special for this occasion. But the restaurant manager didn't butch. He even didn't mind when Slim Joe threatened to cancel the event. Of course Slim Joe was just bluffing and the manager knew it. It is less than 24 hours before the wedding. Obviously it will be more to his loss if he moved the wedding dinner place at that moment. So, Slim Joe had to accept that his most precious doggy could not attend his mother's dinner party. And since he had brought Fat Jim to the restaurant tonight, he ordered me to carry that dog all night long so the dog could see his face from half-glassed door.
Now, I'm just about to carry the fat dog out from the car when I hear a commotion happens. Some yelling and guns' safety being pulled off.
"Drop your gun !"
"I will kill you.. You, Bastard !!"
I put back Fat Jim inside the car and walk to enclose where the commotion is happened. A black middle-age man is pointing a gun toward Slim Joe's chest while his four bodyguards are pointing out their guns to that man. To my surprise, I know this man !!
"You son of a bitch !!" Suddenly a voice of an old woman's scream is heard. "You raper !!"
"Mom !! Why did you come here ?!" The middle-age man shouts in surprised to see the old woman shows up.
I also being so surprised. She is Mrs. Johnson! the old woman who gave me shelter back in the days. And the middle aged man is Jerome Johnson. I've never met him before, but I saw his photographs on Mrs. Johnson's wall and cupboard. He is her only son. He was having his time in jail when I lived in their house. Princess is his daughter.
I push forward my self to the front, splitting the crowd. My motion brings Jerome back from his daze. He shifts his gun to point it out to me. But before he, or anybody else, can react, I grab his wrist and twist it to his back. He screams in pain. His gun is off from his hand. It falls on the pavement and erupts.
"Aaaa!!" A bodyguard screams as his leg is being pierced by the bullet.
"Scor.. Scott!!" Mrs. Johnson shouts in surprised to recognize me. The middle age man turns his head to his mother.
"You know him, Mom ?!" He asks in full of disdain, then turns his head to me with hatred, "You !"
Once again, sounds of guns being pointed toward the man are heard.
"Hold it !!" I shouts, with one hand stretch out to halt the bodyguards to pull their triggers. A second later I punch the middle-age man on the face. I drop his unconscious body on the street while Mrs. Johnson screams to see the incident.
Mrs. Johnson is about to reach out for his son, but I quickly grab her hand and keep it on her back.
"Scott !! You !!"
"Calm down, Ma'am," I hisses to her ear.
"You Bastard !!" Mrs. Johnson shouts again in anger. But this time, not to me. She tries to get away from my hold. Of course it is in vain. "You r*pe my baby !! I won't .."
"Hey, old lady.. don't accuse me something that's not right," Slim Joe says. He sounds calm al though a cold sweat is still on his face. "The court decided I'm innocent. We did it out of our own willingness.."
"You drugged heeer !!" Mrs. Johnson screams in a very high pitch. She giver all her might to attack the rapper, but what can she do when she is fully in my restrain.
All the guns now are pointed at her. I knock her sleeping point to make her unconscious. It is the fastest and safest thing to safe her from the bullets.
"Get rid of them !" He says toward his bodyguards.
"I can take care of them," I say, urging my offer.
Slim Joe shifts his sight to me, calculating his decision for a second before saying, "Okay. Make sure they won't bother me again."
I just nod. While carrying Mrs. Johnson, I drag Jerome's body until we disappear into a blind alley near the hotel. I take my gun and shoot it twice to the air. After making sure the crowd, especially Slim Joe and his bodyguards, are no longer there, I stop a taxi and bring the two bodies toward Mrs. Johnson's apartment. In the taxi, I wake Mrs. Johnson up by stroking her sleeping point again.
"I'm sorry. I had to do that to you so they wouldn't shoot you nor Jerome," I say immediately when she regains her consciousness.
"Jerome.." Mrs. Johnson hisses in worry to see Jerome is still unconscious.
"He will be alright. His face may swell later, but I made sure I broke no bone," I assure her.
Mrs. Johnson stares at me before covers her face with both hands and cries. It of course worries me. "Tell me what happened.." I persuade her.
"That man.. that bastard.. r*ped Princess!" Mrs. Johnson stammeredly utters.
"What ??! How ??!" I ask with deep frowns. Princess is barely 15 years old. How could she even meet Slim Joe.
"She.. she somehow idolized that bastard. Six months ago, she excitedly asked my permission to meet him. She said her friend knew him and could brought her to meet him. Her father and I forbade her, but, well.. she went anyway. My worry became real nightmare when she didn't came home that night. She only came back home two days later with tortured clothes and tears all over her face. I .. I immediately knew what happened.."
Mrs. Johnson postpones her explanation to sob. I pull her old body to let her cries on my chest.
"We.. we are poor. But we still had trust in law. So we gathered all that we had and placed a sue against Slim Joe. After being persuaded by us, Princess was finally willing to speak on the court. Our lawyer said it was a good thing, since most r*pe cases were hard to win because the victims were unwillingly to testify on the court. But ... but... "