Desperado - Chapter 7
Next thing Robyn knows is waking up in her bed in the stock house. She looks to her left but there’s nobody there. No Michael, no good morning with a smile, no arm she’s laying on. She feels… nothing. There’s only numbness. She gets up, takes a shower and puts some clothes on before going downstairs. The others are already up, or maybe still. Chris is standing in front of a table filled with money.
“What’s up, everything alright?”
“Yeah. We took a lot of cash yesterday. And a lot of fucking expensive diamonds.” his voice is weird.
“Are you okay?” She asks raising her eyebrow.
“Remember when I told you about that orange saphir?”
“Yeah, the big one?”
“Yep. It’s not here. I remember J took it but he doesn’t have it either. And it’s not in your bag. That fucking stone is worth 27 fucking dollars we need to find it…”
“Damn… where did J put it you can’t just forget where you put a 27 million diamond?!”
“Yep. He says he gave it to you. But it’s not in your pocket, and you didn't put it anywhere else either?” he asks looking at her intensively.
“I… no, he didn’t give me shit. What the fuck, now it’s my fault the thing is lost?”
“No I didn’t say that calm down, but we searched everywhere in his stuff and told me crying he doesn’t have it and he doesn’t want to die.”
Robyn can’t believe what she just heard. Why the fuck did he pull her into this, this pussy ass fucking bitch.
“Well that’s his problem?! Why are you giving me this look?” she already knows what’s next.
“Robyn we need to…”
“No fucking way! You don’t trust me enough to believe my word if I tell you I don’t have anything?” she’s shaking her head at him.
“We have to! We searched everybody else too and if you don’t have it it’s gone!”
“Well then it’s gone I won’t let you search my shit.” She says holding up the key to her room and putting it into her jeans. She feels betrayed, realizing he actually doesn’t have and trust in her at all.
“Give me that shit..” he says as he grabs her arm violently and takes the key out of her pocket.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she follows him as he walks past her, up the stairs.
“Hold her...” Chris says as he’s opening the door and two guys grab her from behind preventing her from following Chris. She doesn’t understand nothing anymore.
“You won’t find shit in there! I hope you’re happy, fucking won’t ever trust your fake ass again…” she shouts hoping he’d hear it.
“Shut the fuck up…” the guy on her left says, making her spit into his face.
“Fuck off you dumb shit I won’t go up there… I’ll sit down over here…”
He doesn’t say anything and takes off. They all too dumb to actually start a fight with her. She sits down on a couch. 5 minutes later J sits down next to her. She looks over with a deadly look, just to see him smirk. Then it hits her.
“What the fuck have you done?!” she says suddenly starting to feel again. It’s fear. Just in that moment Chris comes walking out her room with her jeans in his one hand, the orange shining saphir in his other.
“Explain.” he says with a cold look. Before she could even say a word she feels someone knock her out.
Darkness.
Thin air.
Her hands are hurting.
“Where am I?” she hears herself whisper, realizing she’s tied to a chair somewhere. She’s fucked. Suddenly she hears a door open and footsteps coming towards her. Someone takes off the paper bag that’s been put over her face. It’s Chris.
“Chris what the…”
“Shut the fuck up. I won’t hear it.”
“I didn’t take the diamond, I swear! I don’t know how…” before she can even finish the sentence Chris throws his fist into her face.
“I talk. Games are over, you understand me?” Robyn just nods with tears in her eyes.
“J told me about your plans with Michael. You wanted to leave huh? Wanted to fucking screw us over? One thing I can tell you, you’re gonna meet your lover soon enough. After you told us where the money of the first coup is. I know J didn’t take it now. He’s too dumb. You’re smart, you made us think you’re one of us but you ain’t. I started to trust you, to like you.” he says looking to the ground.
“Chris please believe me, he’s lying, please…” she whispers, trying to hold back her tears.
“That shit doesn’t work with me. I won’t hurt you Robyn, cause I can’t. Someone else will. He won’t listen either. Just tell me now where the money is and I’ll end this fast. No pain.”
“Chris can’t you see he’s fooling you! I don’t know nothing about…”
“Fuck you!! I warned you! Have fun with him…” Chris screams into her face before getting up again, storming out of the room right as one of the guys that robbed the bank with them enters. With a smile. He calmly walks up close, sitting down on a chair right in front of her.
“Sweetie where’s the money? Huh?” he’s slowly caressing her cheek before punching her with all his strength. “See, I’m not playing.”
“I don’t know!” Robyn cries out but he doesn’t hear.
“Where’s the money.” he says with a cold voice, hitting her again. And again.
One hour later she’s close to passing out and exhausted by the pain on the level of wanting to die. He hit her, spit in her face, touched her everywhere, made her feel like a piece of shit.
“I…” She can’t even get out a sentence anymore. He comes close.
“I’ll give you a break. I’ll be back in a few hours and until then you have time to remember you fucking whore…” his voice is getting more and more aggressive and as he backs up again he pulls out his gun, holds it against her arm and pulls the trigger. Just like that. “This will help you think.” He says as he leaves her behind, screaming loudly because of the pain.
"FUCK, FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE YOU WILL ALL ROT IN FUCKING HELL..."
The screaming doesn’t stop until she passes out about an hour later. The hours that she’s gone feel like an eternity to her. As if she’s trapped in this dream world, waking up every now and then for a short moment moaning from the pain, passing out again for what feels like a hundred times. But suddenly something wakes her up. She tries to lift her head but it’s so heavy. She looks down to her blood drained arm, moves it to see how bad it is.
“Ah fuck this shit…”
She throws her head back and lets out a sound that’s a mixture of pain and anger. While she’s trying to somehow free her hands which are tied behind her back, she suddenly hears noise from outside the door. She holds her breath, trying to hear what’s going on. Someone is having a fight. It’s getting louder, they are starting to scream at each other. All of a sudden there is a gun noise and police sirens appear from afar.
“What the…” She doesn’t understand. “…fuck I need to get out of this fucking room…” she says to herself as she desperately continues her attempts to get rid of the ties. The shouting noises get louder and louder, there are more sounds of guns. What the fuck is going on. The next moment she hears someone fall or stumble against the door, rattling the knob. Then the door opens, it’s J. He comes stumbling in, falls to the ground holding his bleeding shoulder, gets up again and lands just before Robyn. As he looks at her he sees a different person. She looks so cold it almost makes him shiver. Blood everywhere, no emotions in her face. She doesn’t say a word as she watches him crawl to the back of the chair and untie her with a knife, cutting off all the vessels.
“Help me…” he groans as he’s done. She get’s off the chair, for a short moment playing with the thought of just leaving him there. Her arm hurts, fuck. All his fault. But not like this. He deserves something else than this. Still not saying a word she roughly turns him to the side, grabbing the knife out his hand, cutting off a piece of the jacket he’s wearing. She puts it around her wound from the shot, pulling it tight. Then she takes another piece of his jacket, drying the blood on his shoulder and binding it as tight as possible.
“You got a gun?”
“Yeah…” he grabs into his pants, pulling out a glock.
“Okay, here we go. Stay behind me…” she says with a cold voice and helps him up roughly before walking towards the door. Now she knows where they are, right under the room where she slept in. Which means they have to get to the hall and somehow reach the back door.
“Okay as soon as we reach the door you run and get any car. If you leave me here I will find and kill you. You will drive up to the door again and pick me up, I’ll try to get some bag so we at least get money out of this crap…” she’s not joking around nomore. He nods and they get going. They almost reached the corner as the guy that tortured Robyn the whole night suddenly stands right in front of them. He looks at Robyn, at the gun, at J and just in that moment without thinking for a milisecond, she blows a bullet through his head, making him fall to the ground like a doll. She’s shocked for a moment, looking at the dead face of him. Then she remembers what he did to her and they get going. She stops again. There’s a body, leaning against the couch right in front of them. Covered in holes from a gun. Its Chris. The guy she just shot shot him. He’s not dead yet so they run up to him. Robyn tries to stop the blood, she doesn’t even know why, he broke her trust and let her get tortured. He looks at her as if he wanted to tell her he’s sorry.
“What?” He looks as if he wanted to say something. Robyn gets close so she can hear.
“Red… Chevvie…” and with those words the last breath leaves his body. If she felt something maybe a tear would’ve run down her cheek but she doesn’t. She’s numb.
“Let’s go!” They run towards the door, as they hear someone shout.
“Down!! To the ground!” Fuck what now, they try to hide behind the next wall and suddenly theres someone shooting again. The only thing she sees is the two police officers falling to the ground, lifeless. She turns around and sees someone hold a gun against J’s head. Without thinking she fires shot after shot until her magazine is empty. The two guys fall to the ground without even making a single move. J looks at her in shock.
“GO!” she shouts, making him continue to run towards the door. Again gun shots behind them, again new police sirens appearing. But there it is. The red Chevrolet pickup. Its open, and as they reach it she notices the bags on it’s backseat. J gets in still dealing with his wounded arm.
“Fuck I think I’m dying!” he whines. She doesn’t even react, starts the car and sprints away off the terrain. They race through a piece of desert until they reach the street again, but there’s already police cars waiting. Damn what happened? Okay, back through the desert towards the beach and the woods there. They need to get rid of the police or they’re fucked.









