The car was breezing at a good thirty miles per hour. The wind blew my hair all over the place, but I loved it. My daughter, Ari was watching her brother. So there was no need for a baby sitter. That meant that the only worry was him not listening to her.
Passing building, small and large, all of them had bright flashing lights, lights that were flying past their car as they moved through the city. Many big names restaurants were there and many people on the side walk crossing safety or illegally, cars zooming past them or slowing down behind them.
Ordo's right hand running through Saleen's jet black hair, carefully not to pull to hard or to tangle it into his fingers. His fingers draws closer and closer to her head, laying his fingers on her head, he starts to scratch the top of her scalp.
Not hard but softly, his fingers ment to dull her body, make her relax a little more, it does the trick. During the date, she kept talking about if Both of the kids were safe.
"We should go early and check if they are okay."
That's what she said, the date ended earlier than Ordo had expected, his mind was anger by a small amount but even he understood her worry, so with a raise of his hand he got the check, paid, then left for the hotel room.
"They'll be safe."
Saleen drops her head onto Ordo's shoulder. Making him fix up his arm to make it fit more smoothly, now his arm isn't scatching the top of her head anymore.
She just relaxed on his shoulder before letting out a sigh, his shoulder cushioned with his fat on his body, making it softer.
"I know, I'm just worried because… I guess since it's Ari's first time watching Gordon by herself, so it's getting to me."
Saleen picks her head off of Ordo's shoulder. Her head immediately feels heavy as on Ordo's shoulder it felt like he could just take care of everything for her.
That's the way she has always felt when she was with Ordo, even when she didn't know about his money, his wealth, or his status. Since he was young Ordo's father had money, he went to college for a few years and that's where he met Saleen who, was just working at a local cafe, around the corner from the campus.
At that time Ordo didn't have as much fat on his body, but he was still the same nice and curious person he is today.
When they first set eyes on each other they knew they wanted, needed each other and they have had a love filled relationship from that moment onward.
They stop by a red light. In that moment they spot a worker from theirs hotel. The worker on the lane beside them. The worker notices them. He's wearing the same red suit, this time it looks like it's untied and his uniform ruffled.
The man is question, is a white, blonde guy. His hair, parted from his middle to his sides. The gel almost glowing off the light from his hair.
Almost as soon as he noticed who they both were he fixes himself up, buttoned up his shirt, pulls down his uniform to make it seem better, little does he know, they can't see him all that well, but they do see his uniform. So they just give a greeting.
The guy in the car wears his name tag on his upper chest, his name is John. The badge being a bright red tag, with poker chips as a background.
John lets out a sigh of relief once they pass, it felt like he was getting colder when they were there. He was frightened for a second because of the fact that he was in the big boss's presence. Usually in those occasions you have to look your best, but that wasn't the case for John in that unfortunate moment.
John had just came back from a girls place using the car that he took from one of the people that were using the valet system. He has been doing that for a while, he has a strict two hour rule. He has always used it and he's never gone wrong with it.
The reason for two hours is that, that is the regular amount of time it takes for a couple to get up to the reception, over to the time elevator, up to the restaurant, take a spot, and else more and else more. (You get it 🫵. Yes! You reader you get it.)
The cars had both stopped at a light, but Ordo's acceleration is much better than John's and John wants to play it safe and not end up having to spend the rest of both his life and his next generation's life, paying off a debt for a fancy, luxurious, sports car.
The car is a one of the first BMW 328, this is the very first car of its kind and along with th e fact that the vehicle is so successful with its speed but not its acceleration it makes up for it with its color scheme. It's an amazing red color, making it stand out so bright in the night.
Pushing down into the pedal for the car, the speed slowly ramps up, glancing down once and a while to see his speed, on the speedometer, he slows down accordingly.
John passes club after club, restaurant and people, white ladies waving him down. For every woman he sees, he slows down a bit and gives them a wink before speeding off again. Once he got waved down by a guy. John looked like he was going to vomit inside the car.
'There are gays, in this place. What the f*ck!'
Those were his thoughts exactly.
A whisper is heard from the side of him every now and again. He's been shrugging it off as street sounds, but in reality it's something worse. A supernatural force, waiting for a time. The perfect time…
After another ten minutes, John finally arrived at the garage. It's a triple story garage ment to hold insane amount of cars. There isn't any people inside the garage, at the time. There is a guard watching it though.
The guard is a big, buff man, sitting by the window of the guard post. Reading a newspaper, putting it down every now and again to see who is coming and who is going. The only way for anyone to get past is by them having the name tag and their designated number. That number being told on hire, and to be remembered.
"If you don't remember you will have to go to human management to ask for another."
That's what the person that told John to do if he ever lost his number, not a problem for him though, because he has the memory of an elephant.
Driving up slowly, pulling out of traffic, that at this time of the night is relatively small, amount of people, except for probably hookers. Cars that are around him just drive right past, since he's on the side of the road where he is right next to the side walk.
Making his way in he's stopped by a cone, a bright orange cone, that has a bright white strap going around it. Dropping the newspaper the man at the guard post walks out, opening a door right in front of him, the window he looked through on the door.
He walks over, stopping right at the passenger side of the car. He leans in and calls for me.
"Okay, John, Call number."
A bit baffled at what the security guard just said;
"Dude you just said my name, how in the world can you not just let me in?"
The security guard doesn't, bat an eye.
"Gonro, I was at your wedding, you serious?"
Gonro, a buff, bald headed, big guy. Wearing a ripoff cop uniform. Nods his head down at John sitting on the driver side.
"Ok, goodness, "2 4 0 2 0 9", that's my Call number. Can I get through now?"
That call number isn't his, he just said a bunch of words that came to mind.
"Yeah, let me move the cone."
Gonro walks over to the cone picking it up and putting it onto the side. Away from the pathway of the paved road.
Pushing the gas down alittle, just enough to make it over a bump, that has been there for a while. Maybe ever since the building has been around, it's just extremely high, making cars or people bounce as they go over it.
Entering there is lights all around the place so employees and the people can find there vehicles. Making it easier for them to see, instead of trying to look in the dark.
Once John makes it a good distance away and Gonro has put the cone back down, John turns with a smile on his face.
"Haha. Gonro that wasn't my call number!"
"I'm telling that to the supervisor!"
With a sarcastic look, Gonro sees John get scared.
"No, No I'm joking that's my call number! I'm joking with you."
Both laughing, Gonro and John head theee separate ways, Gonro going back to sit and read and John driving into the garage deeper and deeper. Lights passing over head.
There's no people, around this time of night many of them just rent out a hotel, and sleep. John passes over another bump, after a few minutes he comes across the number the car is supposed to be in.
It has a number on it. The number of it being 26. The reason it's low is because it's on the first floor of the parking area.
Parking the car in spot 26, he sits down and relaxes for a few minutes before hearing a sound. Like a teke sound, like clomping of someone teeth.
No one's in the garage, dimly lit and cold. Immediately John looks around. His head going back and forth, left and right. His head is bobbing and weaving trying to look for the sound.
Soon out from the corner of his eye he sees something. Something move, but fast. He unable to get a full grasp of what it is.
Soon he gets out of the car. Left foot out before his right foot. Once his foot drops down onto the ground, that's when he feels an insanely sharp pain in his ankle. He can't feel his feet, soon he drops hard onto the ground. Landing hard on his face, the concrete floor has blood from his mouth. A tooth or two fly out of his mouth.
Looking down, he sees his ankle is cut, bleeding, burning. Like it's on fire. He also sees a hand retracting from under the car. The light not able to see the person very well.
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Saleen walks over, her dress that she's wearing a beautiful, black bedazzled dress. She parked the car after Ordo said he had a surprise, which if it was to her surprise would have been an anniversary present. That she had forgot.
Soon, she gets to the bottom of the garage. She hears a thumping sound then a sound of screaming. She tries to run fast, but her heels don't allow her to get anywhere fast.
Soon she comes across a bunch of cars. The bottom of the cars has blood but no one is there. No body, no nothing. Soon coming across another car. She sees someone. On the floor, his throat slit and his feet cut. Bleed out on the floor.
Letting out a devastating and fearful scream. She drops to her knees and covers her mouth. She then puts her hands on the ground and start crawling back.
Her teeth chattering. As her body starts to sliver back. Soon a guard comes the same one she saw entering the garage. Soon the guard, sees her.
He holds a flashlight coming around a corner and a nightstick. He flashes the light first at Saleen then at John who's body is lying died on the ground.