Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2018 19:38:31 +0200 From: Drusilla Andrews Subject: The Woman in Leather 3 The Woman in Leather. Chapter 3 By. Drusilla. drusilla@gmx.com (Please donate to Nifty Stories and keep this free sight up for everyone to enjoy) It was early morning in Barcelona, I perched on top the elevator for a second, then made my decent. No one noticed the access door was open. Two shots and it was done. I got off on the tenth floor and made my way down the stairs to the garage. I jumped on my motorcycle and made my way back to my hotel. It was eleven in the morning when I checked out of the hotel. I was planning to fly to Paris and visit with aunt Nicole. I strolled into a small Barcelona café that served only brunch. I gave my order to the waitress when my eyes suddenly locked on a man at the corner table. All my childhood memories rushed through my brain in an instant. It was him! The man in the warehouse; the one that inspected us that night. He gave me and Estela to the two men that put us in the van that night. I could still see Estela's lifeless body as I held her. His eyes were looking at all the women in the café. He even gave me a glancing look, but he didn't recognize me. Why would he? I was not that frightened, scrawny little girl he saw in the warehouse almost ten years ago. The anger and the hatred built inside me. My M-9 was just inside my jacket pocket, but I remembered what Keila had taught me. Never, ever let your emotions dictate the time or place. Plan with a clear head, then set your own time and place. I watched him and his friend get up and leave through the side door. ***** I returned to the Villa that Friday evening around six. Keila was in the kitchen cooking. She was naked except for that red polka dot apron she always wore. Her beautiful round butt was sticking out the back. I couldn't resist giving those cheeks a little smack. She swung around and gave me a big kiss. "Baby. I hoped you would be in time for dinner." "I could smell it at the airport." She laughed. "Set the table. I'll open the wine." We ate on the veranda, overlooking the ocean. We toasted my safe return. Keila smiled at me. "How was it in Spain? Any problems?" "No. It went well." "And?" "I had lunch in a little café. You and I ate there once when I was little." Keila put her wine glass down. "And you're not telling me everything?" "How do you know I'm not telling you everything?" "Baby. We have summered and wintered together. You can't hide anything from me." I took a deep breath. "I saw the man from the warehouse. The one that put me and Estela in the van. He was there! In the café having lunch with another man." Keila pushed her plate away. "What did you do?" "I wanted to put a bullet in his head. I even thought about waiting for him out side. But, I remembered what you told me once." "What was that?" "Don't ever let your feelings dictate the time or place." "You were always a smart girl. That's why I kept you." With tears in my eyes I looked at Keila. "God I hate him so much!" I swallowed the rest of my wine. "I was too young and frightened. When I think how many of those orphans were taken and sold. I get sick to my stomach." Keila gently stroked my face. "I know, baby. I remember how horrified you looked when I took you that night. There was no way I could leave you." Keila poured more wine in our glasses. "Killing him won't change anything. Another bastard will just take his place." I took another drink of wine. "It would give me satisfaction! I wouldn't feel so guilty about Estela. I would have revenge for the both of us." Keila walked over and pulled me up from the table. "You need some rest. You're tired. Go take your bath and go to bed. I'll be along later. I stumbled out to the kitchen. Keila was already there making that God awful strong coffee she liked. On the bright side, I never got tired of seeing her in the nude. "Do we have any orange juice?" "Sure, baby. I'll get it for you. Sit down." Keila sat the orange juice down. "You didn't sleep good last night. I felt you moving around. You woke up several times." "I know. I'm sorry. I couldn't get that piece of shit out of my mind. I'm going to kill him." "Sofia, why do you want to complicate you life?" "I knew someday I would find him and his gang. And, I would pay him back!" Keila walked over to me. "You're not going to Barcelona." I quickly looked up at her. "WHAT?" "You're going to meet with Papa. He called this morning. He has a job. A member of a cell." Keila put my breakfast in front of me. "Tomorrow, you'll go to Algiers." I felt like someone knocked the wind out me. Keila leaned over and kissed me on the lips. "I know how you feel, baby. When you get back from Algiers. We'll go to Barcelona." I looked up at her. "You're coming with me?" "Yes. I'm not letting you go alone. I'm going to plan it. Is that clear?" I smiled back at her. "Yes, perfectly." I was so happy. I jumped up and hugged her as hard as I could. I kissed her over and over on the lips. "Sofia! Stop!. We're going into training when you return. We haven't worked together as a team for a long time. We need to practice. Now, quit acting like a little goof ball. Go take your shower." Keila was still in the kitchen when I came from the bedroom. She turned to me. "Bring your sexy little butt over here. I need to use you." "Oh. Yes! Yes! Keila. Use me. Abuse me." She threw a dish rag in my face. "Get your hand in there and clean that coffee machine. My hand is too big to fit." Keila put her hand on her hip. "The bedding needs to be washed. Along with the towels and several other things." I looked at her. "Really?" Keila slowly shook her head. "Where did that little girl go? She was going to cook and clean and sew and wash my back and do everything for me. Where oh where did she go?" "Ok! Ok! I'm on it." ***** The next day, I met with Papa. He gave me the maps and the place where the target was living. I was to meet a man called Mustafa. He would give me a bag of drugs. I was to scatter them around the room. I was to make it to look like a drug deal went wrong. That afternoon, I was on a plane for Algiers. The temperature was 64 degrees when I arrived and it had to be one of the noisiest cities in the world. I met with Mustafa and got the drugs. I was told the mark would be at a specific night spot in the city. I saw some of the most beautiful Algerian women dancers I have ever seen. My mark saw them too, but my job was to make sure he picked me up. After a few drinks, we were off to his place and what he thought would be a sex filled night. I told him no. In anger, he grabbed me around the neck. That was the last thing he ever did. I scattered the drugs, placed some in his pocket. Tipped some chairs over and a few lamps. Locked the door and grabbed a taxi to the airport. ***** The next two weeks were spent in training with Keila at a private facility. Everyday we ran obstacles, over fences, onto roofs, climbing up and jumping down. Target practice, and more target practice. On the ground, kneeling, standing, tumbling, you name it, we did it. Keila never ceased to amaze me. She was hitting a bulls eye at 1500 meters. My best was 1200 meters. I had to ask. "How the hell do you do that so consistent?" She gave me a big smile and slid her hand across her rifle. "Lapua 338. My other baby." "That scope looks so cool." "Thermal. I love it. I can adjust how the image appears. I can also record what I see through the scope. Now, let's finish up and go home. Tomorrow we go to Barcelona on the ferry boat." Keila drove her Ferrari F12 coupe to the dock. I rode my Ducati Panigale. Our weapons were inside the Ferrari in a special compartment. It takes around 12 hours to make the trip. We had an outside suite with a big king bed. The first thing I did was undress Keila and make passionate love to her. We went on deck to this beautiful swimming pool. We rubbed sun lotion on each other and got a little tan before going back to the suite. I pulled her swim suit off and made love to her again. After our shower, we ate lunch in the restaurant, went shopping and went to the fitness center and worked out. Back in the suite, I made love to Keila again before our shower. Keila was sprawled out naked on the bed. "Sofia! No more sex today. I mean it! Sofia, are you listening to me?" I strolled out of the bathroom naked. "Can I kiss your lips?" She raised up in bed and pointed her finger at me. "Don't fool with me! You won't like the outcome." I hung my head down. "Yes, Keila. No more today." She climbed out of bed. "I'm going to take a bath before we go out to dinner." I smiled at her. "Can I scratch your back?" ***** I couldn't take my eyes off Keila as we rode the elevator up to the restaurant. She wore her black leather slacks, black high heels. Black leather halter top with a black leather jacket. Long jet black hair, glossy red lipstick and the perfume that always drove me crazy. She was twice my age and God was she gorgeous! I just wanted to stay in the elevator and look at her. Keila smiled at the Maitre d. He immediately took her hand and kissed it. "Two for dinner, bella signora?" "Yes. But, we don't have reservations." The Maitre d released her hand. "No problem, signora. You and your daughter follow me." He sat us at a table looking out over the ocean. Keila smiled at him. "Grazie." The waiter was just as goofy eyed as the Maitre d. "I will be your waiter this evening. It will be my pleasure, signora." He took her hand and kissed it. Somehow I felt like the lady in waiting sitting at the table with her princess. They only glanced at me, but they were all silly for Keila. After dinner, we went to the entertainment lounge. Keila received the same treatment there. The bartender couldn't take his eyes off her. I pretended to brush all the dust from her leather jacket and adjust her hair. I even dusted off the chair before she sat down. Keila looked over at me. "What are you doing, baby?" "Everyone here thinks I'm your lady in waiting." Keila chuckled at me. "And you are so good at it. I'll keep you for another year." I shot her a sarcastic smile. "These men drooling all over you. It's nauseating." Keila leaned over to me. "Sofia. You're jealous. How sweet." "It would be nice if they said something to me." "Baby. The lady in waiting must be seen, but not spoken to." This time I made a face at her. Keila stood and pulled me up with her. "Let's take a walk around the deck. We need to talk about tomorrow. When she changed her voice like that, it still gave me the shivers. "We'll dock in Barcelona around six in the morning. By the time we get the car and the motorcycle off. It'll about eight. We'll go to Dario's garage and unload our gear. We'll go to the café and wait for this man to come for lunch." I pointed him out to Keila the minute I saw him. We followed him and his friend after they left the café. They led us to an old warehouse several miles north of Barcelona. It was a two story brick and stone warehouse. Keila brought her thermal scope along. She was recording everything around the building. That night in our room, she plugged the scope into the laptop and studied the images. "One large door on East side next to entry door. Two entry doors, one on the north side and one on the south side. West side, has only one double door. Lots of open windows on the second story. That's where I'll go in. I'll be covering you from above. Place charges on all the doors. Blow them all at once. Enter through the double doors in the back. Once inside, toss your smoke grenades." I looked up at her. "How will you know me from the others? With all the smoke, I mean." She gave a nasty look. "You think I can't recognize your 115 pound body through a thermal scope? You really wanna ask me that question?" I lowered my eyes. "I'm sorry, Keila." "Are there any other questions?" "No, Keila." "Then we go tonight." We pulled up to Dario's garage. "Go get your bike. I'll see you at the warehouse. I'll be up above covering you. Bring the smoke grenades and the charges. We'll meet back here when it's over." Keila sped away in her Ferrari. I went inside to get my bike and the rest of the gear. Smoke grenades, charges, M-9 and silencer. I sped off to the warehouse. Blowing all the doors at once created the distraction. The smoke grenades completely disoriented the men. I saw two of them drop instantly, Keila was right on target. She hit another at the side door. I followed my target into the back. My first shot hit him in the right shoulder. His pistol went flying through the air as he dropped on the ground yelling. I walked over to him and put my foot down on his arm. He shouted up at me. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" "You don't remember me do you? I was one of two little girls you took from the orphanage. You had your friends take us away in a van. They killed my friend. Now, I'm here to kill you." "You want MONEY? I can give thousands! Hundreds of thousands! Don't shoot!" "I need you to see me. I need you to know what you did before I can rest my conscience." I heard something behind another door inside room. I slid another clip into my M-9 and quickly threw the door open and quickly stepped to the side. I saw a sobbing little girl curled up in the corner. She was dirty, naked and shivering like a leaf. For a brief second, I saw Estela's innocent face looking up at me. I quickly put my pistol away and pulled my helmet off. "It's alright! I won't hurt you. Those bad men are gone. They won't hurt you anymore." She was a mess, her hair matted, her face mixed with dirt and tears. I took my leather jacket off. "Here! Put this on. It'll keep you warm." I looked around the room, she was the only person I saw. There were some cages on the other side of the room, but they were empty. "You can't stay here." I held my arms out to her. "Come on. I'll take you to someplace safe." I could hear sirens in the distant. I ran out the back, dragging the little girl with me. I put her on the back end of the motorcycle seat. "Listen to me. Wrap your arms around my waist. Lock your fingers and hold on to me tight. Don't let go of me! Keep your feet on those pegs! You understand?" I felt her shinny little arms clamp tightly around my waist. I hit the start button and sped away into the darkness. I made my way back to Dario's to meet up with Keila. Keila was leaning against her Ferrari. "What the hell did you do Sofia? Who is that?" I shook my head at her. "She was in a back room all alone, crying. I couldn't leave her there. She reminded me so much of Estela. I'm sorry, Keila." Keila shook her head. "Dammit! Get inside before somebody sees her with us. We spent the night at Dario's. He actually had a really cool little apartment above his garage. I brought her out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Keila was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee. "What's your name, child?" "Mariah." I quickly jumped in. "See? Isn't she beautiful?" I saw the muscles in Keila's jaw tighten and her eyes narrowed. I was now more scared than that little girl. "I am really angry with you, Sofia!" I sat down at the table and put Mariah on my lap. "I'm so sorry, Keila. She's only twelve years old. I couldn't leave her naked and all alone in that warehouse. I just couldn't." Keila shook her head. "You're going to have to dig up some clothes for her. We can't take her on the ferry looking like that. The ferry boards at 6 tomorrow morning." I turned and looked into Mariah's beautiful big brown eyes. "You're going to have to stay with this drop dead gorgeous lady while I go get you some clothes." Keila gave me another cold stare. "You can stop that now." Mariah wrapped her little arms around my neck. I pried them apart. "It's ok, sweetheart! Keila has taken care of me all my life. I wouldn't trust you with anyone else. Except maybe aunt Nicole. She is super cool." Keila slapped her hand on the table. "Go! Before I give you to aunt Nicole." If there's one thing there is plenty of in Barcelona, it's clothes lines. Hundred's of them, granted they are usually empty at night, but some people do leave their laundry out all night. It is very hard stealing children's clothes in the middle of the night. You really don't know what sizes you're getting. When the dogs start to bark, it's time to run away. I managed to find a blue and red striped soccer shirt along with some blue soccer shorts. ***** We boarded the Ferry from Barcelona to Porto Torres at six the next morning. Keila made sure her Ferrari and my motorcycle were safely stowed away. I took Mariah shopping for clothes on the main deck. I bought her a swim suit so she could go in the pool with us. Mariah was such a beautiful little girl now that she was all cleaned up. She never left my side always holding onto my arm. She was afraid I was going to leave her. I remembered I did the same thing with Keila. We got to our suite, Keila was laying peacefully on the bed. If Mariah hadn't been there, I would have jumped on the bed and made wild love to her. "You two get everything you wanted?" I perked up. "Yes we did. I got her a bathing suit so she can go in the pool." Keila swung her feet around and sat up on the bed. "No she can't." I was surprised. "Why?" Keila walked over to her and pulled the collar down on her shirt. "Because she has a bar code tattoo on her neck. That's something you don't want anyone to see. She'll have to stay here in the cabin out of sight." We did room service for the trip. I was happy with that. I didn't like all those men ogling Keila anyway. Keila put the empty dinner dishes out in the hall then locked the door. She walked over to me; her voice changing tone. "The three of us will have to sleep in the one bed. That's exactly what I mean. Sleep! No touching. No playing. That means you, little miss Sofia. Am I clear?" "Yes, Keila." It was the first time I didn't wrap my arms around Keila before I went to sleep. I didn't mind because Mariah snuggled up close and wrapped her arms around me. We arrive at Porto Torres the next morning, unloaded and drove to the villa. Mariah rode with Keila in the Ferrari and I raced my bike up to the villa. I was so anxious to put Mariah in her new cloths. She was the cutest thing I ever saw. I made her model for Keila. "Isn't she the sweetest thing? Can she stay with us?" Keila raised her eyebrow's at me. "What does she have to say about it. Did you ask her?" I knelt down on the floor in front of her. "Mariah. Do you want to go back to the orphanage? Or, do you want to stay with me and Keila?" "I wanna stay with you! I don't wanna leave." Keila shook her head. "Really? The orphanage or us? That was a tough choice for her." I gave Mariah a little peck on the lips and turned her head so both of us were looking at Keila. "You know...picking up strays kinda runs in the family." Keila pointed her finger at me. "Don't get smart with me." I hugged Mariah and gave her another kiss. I turned back to Keila. "What about her tattoo?" Keila pulled Mariah over to her and looked at her neck. "I know someone. He can tattoo over it. Make it into something else." "Here in Sardinia?" "Palermo. It's not far, we'll go tomorrow. I want that bar code destroyed as soon as possible." Continued.