Part 10 (2/2)
”Shut up,” Dom snapped, softly but authoritatively, moving his eyes snakelike for a moment in her direction.
”What's going on?” Stacy said.
”What's going on is what your late, great friend Mr. Ike would call a superior opportunity. For me anyway,” he said, laughing. ”See, I can speak fancy too.”
”I don't understand why you're upset.”
”Upset?” Dom said, looking around the room incredulously, as if he were appealing to an audience. ”You think I'm upset?”
”Your father likes me. I'm a friend of his. We never had a problem.”
”Oh, I know he liked you, matter of fact he f.u.c.kin' loved you. I told him you weren't worth a s.h.i.+t in the ground but he didn't believe me. But it don't matter what he thought anymore, does it?”
”What do you mean?”
”Weren't you listening, bright boy? Old Ike is dead. He's worm food now, so it don't matter what he said or thought. I run things now. I run all his things: the business, this house, this gun,” he said, waving it in the air briefly like a pennant.
”What happened to Ike?” Stacy blurted.
Dom looked down at the floor for a second. ”Cancer. You heard of that, ain't you?”
”My father died of cancer too,” Stacy said.
Dom nodded curtly. ”That so? You think that makes us brothers or something?”
Stacy realized then that Dom was definitely on some kind of powerful drug. He didn't know what it was, only that it was strong.
”So I can see you're upset but-”
”Upset?” Dom said in the same incredulous voice, as he looked around the room again. ”You in love with that word or something? I ain't upset. Just 'cause I took out my piece to show you? I'm just having fun. If you knew me you'd understand. But you never bothered to know me. Bet you wish you had now.”
”Hey you.” He pointed the gun at Rina. ”Show me your t.i.ts. I feel like seein' something pretty.”
She looked at Stacy uncertainly for a second but he said nothing, felt his face was frozen as if he'd had some kind of neurological attack.
”Come on,” Dom said, pointing the gun at her. ”I wanna see 'em now.”
She took off her dress in a few seconds. She was wearing a black bra he'd bought her from Victoria's Secret.
”Take your top off too. What're you, deaf?”
She took off her bra. Maybe someone would walk by and stop it, Stacy thought, a cop or someone from the neighborhood. Even if the neighborhood really was all Mafia, they liked order and quiet, didn't they, and wouldn't want any unnecessary trouble or attention, certainly not a loose cannon like Dom, who could never fit in with them. Never.
”You know how to dance?” Dom said to her.
She looked at Stacy again and he nodded to show it was okay with him.
”I can't,” she said.
”You can't? Course you can. Every girl knows how to dance. I'm sure you know how to dance, yeah. I've heard about you. Fact is, I'm pretty sure I've seen you too. Yeah, I've seen all the dancers. Summer Wave I think your name was. I could have sworn that was your name in Atlantic City.”
”That's not my name.”
”It's not your name now, but it was once.”
”No, it wasn't ever my name.”
”I think it was. I've got a really good memory for t.i.ts, especially unusual ones. Yeah, I remember your nipples, honey, remember 'em well. So, do me a dance.”
She shook her head back and forth then looked at Stacy. ”I can't.”
”What's the problem? Is it Bozo over there?” he said, pointing the gun briefly in his direction. ”I can get rid of him in a second.”
”No, no, it's not him.”
”Hey, Bozo, tell the little lady to dance for me, okay? Tell her now.”
”Leave her alone,” Stacy said, more weakly than he wanted to sound.
”Hey.” Dom moved toward him and punched him hard in the stomach. ”You don't tell me what to do, ever.”
”Okay,” Rina said, beginning to dance. ”I'm doing it.”
”See, I told you you could. Now bring it a little closer to me.”
Stacy was slumped over the chair.
She looked at him hesitantly, not knowing what to do, just like a little girl, he thought, as if the shock of the situation had drained her of her years.
”Don't look at Bozo to see what to do,” Dom said. ”Bozo's a clown, a sad little clown who don't know what to do. You want to live to dance again, you bring your t.i.ts to me now!” He pointed the gun at her again and she started to cry.
Stacy tried to sit up in the chair. There was a sharp pain in his ribs. He must have been hit more than once because his stomach hurt too.
Dom was hooting now like a cowboy at a rodeo as Rina continued to dance for him while she cried. Angel dust, Stacy thought, Dom must be on some kind of angel dust or maybe meth.
She looked at him one more time, while Dom was unzipping his pants.
”Hey, no staring at Bozo. I already told you that. Bozo don't have what you need, b.i.t.c.h. He's just got a little clown d.i.c.k that don't give nothin' to no grown-up woman like you. You get on your knees now and open your mouth. I'm about to fill you up like you ain't ever been filled before.” Dom laughed as he grabbed her head and, holding it firmly, put himself inside her. Stacy stared in disbelief for a few seconds then got up from his chair and charged at him with his head down, but Dom was surprisingly agile, moving away like a matador and then hitting Stacy on the head with his gun two times. Stacy landed on the floor but felt like he was still falling, like a pebble would keep falling in the depths of the ocean. Then he no longer saw anything.
When he woke up she was driving. She told him they'd left Dom's house almost two hours ago, that Dom was worried he'd killed him. Then she told him that she'd stopped at the motel and thrown their things in the car as fast as she could. ”If you want me to, I'll take you to a hospital.”
”No,” he said, noticing that she was staring straight ahead (had barely looked at him once). She was also talking in an even, expressionless voice like a zombie. Then he wondered if Dom had finished in her mouth, but knew he could never ask her. Hated himself for even thinking about it. He felt a pain in his head and ribs though it wasn't as bad as he'd remembered.
”I gave you a lot of ibuprofen,” she said, as if reading his mind.
”Thanks.”
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