I’m really nervous and excited to be doing this. I wasn’t going to tease the chapters until I had a definitive release date, but I figured now is as good as time as any. If I posted both of the chapters I wanted the post would be really long so I’m going to tease one at a time. Here’s the first chapter.
***THERE IS A TRIGGER WARNING ATTACHED TO THIS CHAPTER!!!!***
The monsoon-like rain made the entrance to Dominic’s seem like a million miles away from Langston’s parking space. She drummed her fingers against the steering wheel as she tried to contemplate the best course of action. Should she pull out her umbrella and make a mad dash to the door? Should she wait for a closer spot? Either way she was going to get wet. She was going to be late if she didn’t get out of her car soon.
A thought occurred to her. She could use the back entrance! She started her car, pulled into the closest spot, and rushed into the restaurant.
“You’re late.” Kathy, the manager, snapped.
“I’m sorry Miss Kathy, but the rain was coming down in buckets. I was just trying to find a good place to park without ruining my dress.” Langston replied.
“Where did you park?” Kathy asked.
“I parked towards the back entrance.”
Her manager chuckled. “Of course a girl like you would know about using the back entrance.”
Langston ignored her manager’s degrading comments and walked out to the bar to start her shift.
“Did Kathy the Hyun give you a hard time for being five minutes late?” her friend and fellow waitress, Amelia, asked.
“Of course she did.” Langston sighed.
“Go figure. She came in here about an hour before you came to complain to me about helping the bus boys clear tables.” Amelia said.
“What a witch! I say we burn her at the stake.”
“Or put a stake through her heart.”
“Maybe a silver bullet.”
The two girls laughed, and Langston scurried off to start tending the customers.
Although Langston hated Kathy being the manager, she loved everything else about her job. Dominic’s was one of the best bar and restaurants in town. Every day first timers and regulars packed the place. The owners were great, the customers were kind, and the pay was nothing to sneeze at either.
As the night progressed, the crowd began to thin out. When it was time for Langston to take lunch, the place was almost empty. A light tap on her shoulder startled her. To her astonishment, it was the owner, Dominic, and his nephew Nicholas.
Dominic was an older Italian gentleman in his late 70s. His olive skin was wrinkled and covered with a few liver spots, but he had kind bright blue eyes and a patient smile. Age and hard work formed a hunch in his back. Despite being in America for at least 50 years, the man didn’t speak a word of English.
Nicholas was the last living relative he had and would often translate for him. He towered over his elderly uncle. His features were Mediterranean with black hair and dark brown eyes. He was fairer skinned but he had the same smile as his uncle.
Langston stood up to embrace the old man. “Mr. Petruzzi!” she exclaimed.
“Bambina!” He said gently. He went on to say a few more words in Italian and waited for Nicholas to translate for him.
“My uncle says that you grow more beautiful every time he sees you.” He explained.
Langston blushed. “Grazie. Ask him how he is.”
After a few moments, Nicholas replied. “He says old age is going to be the death of him, but seeing you eases the pain.”
Langston laughed. “You’re uncle is a shameless flirt. Tell him I wish there were more men out there like him.”
Dominic smiled at her translated words and held her hand in his before he dashed off to speak to some friends he saw sitting at the bar.
Nicholas sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Old age may be the death of him, but it just may be the death of me too.”
Langston nodded. “Everything okay?”
“He’s running me ragged. He thinks he’s a 20-year-old boy and not a 78-year-old man. But at least I have him. He’s getting old. It may not be for much longer.” He replied.
“Don’t jinx yourself. I’m sure he just wants to make sure you know all the ins and outs of his businesses. All this will be yours someday.” Langston said gently.
Nicholas chucked. “I’d hardly call it mine. I’d just be preserving the old man’s legacy.”
Langston touched Nicholas’s arm. “I’m sure he couldn’t ask for a better man when that time comes.”
Nicholas smiled. “You know, my uncle’s right. You do get more beautiful every time we see you.” Langston blushed. He slipped Langston his card, winked, and headed back over to his uncle.
Before Langston knew it, it was closing time. Kathy had gone home for the evening and she had to lock up. By the time she finished, it was midnight.
Langston was glad it was no longer a scene from Vietnam outside; instead, there was a light drizzle. Langston slid into her car and turned the key in the ignition, but it wouldn’t start. She groaned. The car had been acting strangely for a week. She waited a few moments before trying again and the engine purred. Once she felt it warmed up enough, she began to make her way home.
A loud pop and hiss startled her as she drove. The car sputtered and smoke poured from the hood. Langston immediately pulled over and popped the hood open. She couldn’t tell what was wrong, but the abundance of smoke and thick black fluid told her it was something serious.
Someone saw her in distress and pulled up behind her. The car door opened. She squinted to see who it was through the owner’s blinding headlights. All she could make out was the short and stocky outline of a man. Langston clutched her door handle, prepared to take off her heels to use as a weapon.
He called out to her. “Do you need help miss?”
“Yeah! My car has oil everywhere! It looks like something may have exploded inside here and I don’t have AAA or anything.”
“I know a shop not far up the road. I could give you a ride.” The stranger offered.
Langston hesitated. She wanted to call someone, but her phone died. It was pointless to ask the man for his phone. The only numbers she memorized were her parents and Amelia’s. Both were useless considering Amelia couldn’t even change a tire and her parents were on vacation.
The man seemed nice enough. After all, he did pull over to see if she needed help. For all he knew, Langston could have been a psychopath, serial killer or car jacker in search of a victim. It would be rude to not extend the same level of trust. Besides, there really was a tow shop a few miles away. She ignored her apprehension and got into the strange man’s car.
“Thank you so much for stopping and giving me a lift.” Langston said.
“Any time.” The man replied. She got a better look at him in the moonlight. His slightly weathered face showed he was at least in his early thirties. His eyes were dull emeralds and his short blonde hair was disheveled.
“I hope I’m not taking you out of your way.” Langston said.
“Oh no! I was just on my way home from visiting my dad. He hasn’t been doing well since my mother died a few months ago. There’s nothing wrong with him, but he’s lost damn near 30 pounds. He can’t keep any food down; he’s pale, heart palpitations. He may be following her home.” The stranger sighed.
“I’m sorry. It sounds like he’s going through a hard time. At least he has you though.” Langston offered.
The stranger smiled at her and chills ran up her spine. He made a sudden turn off the main road.
“Uh, the tow shop is straight ahead.” Langston stammered.
“Short cut.” The man replied coldly. He waited a few seconds before asking what her name was.
She hesitated. “Langston.”
He smiled like a Cheshire cat. “Beautiful.”
His short cut seemed to be taking longer and longer. He turned down a few roads with no streetlights and very few houses.
Langston began to tremble. “Are you sure this is the right way?”
“We’re almost there.” The man assured her as he put his hand on her leg.
Langston faked a smile and sat as still as a statue. After a couple more turns, the man finally stopped the car. Langston looked out the window and saw they were nowhere near the tow shop. He tricked her.
Langston tried to open the door but it was locked. As she pulled up the lock and opened the door, the man undid his seat belt and slammed the door shut.
“You’re not going anywhere.” He cooed in her ear. She could feel his hot and shaky breath.
“Let me go!” Langston shouted as she pushed him back. She went to open the door again, but this time he slammed it shut with more force and slapped her across the face. He pulled out a gun and held it to her head.
“You better play nice bitch or I’ll splatter your brains right here and now!” He exclaimed through clenched teeth.
The man took the gun and smacked her across the face with it. Her jaw cracked. He hit her again for good measure. By the time he finished she was dizzy and could barely see straight. She heard the driver side door open. He got out and then grabbed her by her hair and pulled her from the road into the woods. He tossed her to the ground.
“Fuck me huh? FUCK YOU BITCH!”
Langston could hear the man unzip his pants. She tried to scream for help, but all that came out was low, incoherent muttering. The man laughed as he lowered himself down to the ground. He lifted up Langston’s dress so that her warm flesh was exposed. He ripped off her underwear and licked his lips in satisfaction. Then he began to rub the outside of her exposed vagina and crept his fingers inside.
Langston tried to crawl away from him, but she was too weak. She tried to call for help, to scream or say no, but nothing came out. All she could do was cry and shake her head no.
The man was soon lying on top of her, rubbing and suckling her breasts as he brushed his penis against her. Langston wanted to vomit. His lips soon traveled to hers then back down to her neck and breasts. He rammed his penis inside her and began to pound her like an angry wave against a ship.
After what felt like hours, he gave one mighty, pelvic shattering thrust and exploded inside her. Once he composed himself, he got up and pulled up his pants. When he finished dressing himself, he knelt down and kissed Langston’s dirty, tear stained cheek.
“That was amazing. Thanks for the good time sweet cheeks.” The strange man got into his car and sped off leaving Langston half naked on the side of the road. All she could do was lay there.