scream if you want to go faster
Who: Johnny and Sam
Where: Fontaine Park
When:: Nighttime
Warnings: NSFW
Sam had not taken her car to Nighthawk's that evening for her Sunday Night Apple Pie A'La Mode. The rain had stopped and even though it was still cold and all around not nice outside, Sam was still glad to be outdoors, like any other citizen of the city. You take better weather where you can get it.
She wrapped her arms around herself for warmth as she took the shortcut to her park, her apartment building in sight ahead of her. Her gun was a comfort against her leg, the warm weight a reassurance. Was going through the park at night a bad idea? Oh, definitely, but Sam was feeling a little cocky, her mood up with ice cream and apple pie and half a flask of strong medicine.
Johnny had been waiting. It hadn't taken much work to work out who the only female detective was in the station, and the dumb bitch had given her last name. It was all he needed. Asked a guy who asked a guy who asked a guy who's wrist Johnny broke, and here he was, waiting in Fontaine Park for bitch features to come get hers. He had three of the boys with him, suited and booted in balaclavas, and all of them packing heat. He'd been annoyed at her after leaving the station. Annoyed at her for talking to him like that. Annoyed at women in general after the business with Ki. He had something to prove.
He saw the blonde figure moving briskly a couple yards away, and could've high-fived himself he was so pleased. She'd learn the hard way that you didn't mess with a man. And there'd be no fucking proof because he was wearing a mask, right? Damn, I'm awesome, Johnny thought to himself, beckoning for the boys behind him to move in closer and prepare to leap behind Sam and grab her.
Sam slowed down a little bit, head turned slightly to hear better. She thought she heard something behind her but she saw nothing. Then again, the intermittent light along the path wasn't the best. She frowned a little and resumed walking but slipped her hand in her pocket, flicking the safety off her gun and keeping her hand around it. It would require paperwork if she shot someone.
Johnny double checked it was her (although honestly, at this point it didn't matter too much - he was sketchy out of his area of Chinatown and he just wanted something to show for it) and when he was satisfied, he gave the silent signal. The three hulking men Johnny had brought to overpower the woman stepped out of the shadows and stuffed their guns into her back.
"Scream, and you die," said Johnny, nastily, as he stepped in front of her into the light, not really trying to disguise his voice. He wanted her to know it was him. The face needed to stay hidden in case passersby got nosy.
Great, just great. She knew she shouldn't have walked through the park but her apartment was so close after all. "Easy," she said, putting her hands up in surrender. "What's going on, Mr. Tang?" Shit, this is a bad dream or something. Stupid. God, she was so stupid.
Johnny didn't say anything, he just took a few steps closer to Sam and backhanded her across the face. Hard. "Don't speak, either, slut. Ain't your place to speak. Ain't your place to be doing anything other than cooking dinner and sucking dick, get me?" there was an edgy undercurrent to his voice. He knew he was a little out of his league here. Not his turf. She was a cop. But she was a fucking loudmouthed patronizing whore and she'd insulted him. Him! Nah, this'd be over real quick, and then she'd know that with Johnny? Shit didn't fly.
Sam's lips split against her teeth from the smack, blood filling her mouth and she spat on the ground. She was outnumbered and outweighed and as long as there were guns at her back, she didn't have much of a chance. At least not then. If she could take out Johnny, the others would scatter. No one would voluntarily spend their time around this asshole. So she kept her mouth shut, waiting.
Johnny advanced closer as she spat, close enough that there was only the thinnest sliver of air between their bodies. "Not so smart mouthed now, huh? Where the fuck's your attitude now? Although, I don't like you spittin' at me," he grabbed her jaw roughly with his gloved hand and pulled her face up so she was looking at him, "Ain't ladylike."
Ow. What to do? What to do? Sam had no idea what to do. Her heart was beating faster. So she let her body relax, her arms lowering in supplication. "You want to walk away right now, Johnny," she said, although it was difficult with his hand holding onto her jaw. "And I'll make it all go away."
"Don't tell me what to do," he said, eyes flashing dangerously, and he nodded over her shoulder to one of the men holding her arms, who began frisking down her sides in search of her gun, "Gonna take away your big shiny gun, honey, because they ain't safe for little women. Safer if I keep a hold of it. Heck shouldn't even need both hands for this, we'll be done real quick, I promise, 'cuz you're pretty for a white cop slut." The boys laughed appreciatively as he said that - it was out of character for Johnny to play down his prowess in bedroom matters, but he was about to prove what kind of a man he was, so the circumstances were special.
Fuck. "You do that to me and you're dead before Thursday." It was said with such conviction and seriousness that Sam didn't even realize that she'd said it. She felt the guy patting her down for more weapons stop and Sam kept her eyes on Johnny. She felt calm all of a sudden. She wasn't going to get out of this. She knew that. And Johnny wasn't going to kill her. No. He wanted her to know what he did because he just wanted to prove himself. The fact that he hadn't finished off Aaron was proof.
Johnny let everything pause for a moment. That moment of forboding silence as everything stopped... but then it broke as his man found the gun and handed it to Johnny. Johnny laughed, a big, toothy laugh, looked Sam square in the eyes, and drew her own gun on her. "Sweetheart, you need to learn how to talk to a man. You ain't gonna get yourself married if this is how you behave, are you?" he drew back the hammer, "Now save Daddy the effort, and unbutton yourself. No sudden moves."
Sam shrugged, smiling. She felt herself disassociating, mostly due to the laudanum running through her veins. Calmness had settled over her. So she might get shot. She might die. She was going to get raped. Sam felt ten again, threatening to go to Papa G if Ian didn't do what she wanted. A happy place. "Do you know who the DiGiovanni family is, Johnny Tang?" she asked conversationally, as if there wasn't a gun in her face.
"I know who everyone is. I don't give a shit. Ain't no-one bigger'n me," Johnny shrugged, twitching the gun slightly. He knew who the big rivals to the Syndicate were, sure, but fuck, the Italians didn't bother with Chinatown. Why'd they give a shit about some bitchy cop? He twitched his gun, "Shut your slut mouth or I'll shut it for you. And do as I fucking say"
She unbuttoned her jacket and shrugged it off, tossing it away. "Exactly, which is why the price on your head is gonna be so big you're gonna want to turn yourself in." She tugged on her shirt, untucking it out of her pants. Fuck, it was cold outside. "You're gonna be the one to make them notice. You're gonna make a big noise. Very important people will want to know exactly who you are." It didn't feel like she was unbuttoning her pants. It didn't feel... it was weird, like she was floating somewhere else and she wasn't actually there, in the park undressing for the guy who was gonna rape her. Johnny wasn't going to shoot her. At least not before he raped her. The idea of saying that she had syphilis crossed her mind randomly.
Johnny didn't give her the chance to say anything about syphilis or otherwise. He smirked at how quickly she had undressed Dirty slut probably fucking wants me, he though to himself, ignoring her rant about fucking whatever. Scare tactics. "Sweetheart, you want me to stop, you're gonna have to do better'n make up some imaginary scary friends. You're gonna have to beg!" he spat, thrashing the butt of her gun across her face, aiming to send her bleeding and cowering to the ground where he could finish what was started.
Black spots went off in front of her eyes. Fuck, that hurt like a bitch. She did go down, palms scraping against the ground. "I don't fuck guys with tiny dicks," she groaned, shaking her head to try clear her vision but it only made it worse. Blood filled her mouth again and she spat on the ground again. "But I figured this is gonna be the last time you ever have the chance to fuck someone as good as me before you die."
Johnny just laughed. She could say what she wanted, she'd be fucking begging before he was done. Johnny played rough. He shot a kick at her before kneeling, unzipping himself, and grabbing at her waist to pull her closer. "Ready to ride? You just make sure'n scream if you wanna go faster," he hissed. Bitch. Fucking bitch.
The kick sent her gasping, reeling in pain. Fuck, the bitch had pointy feet. She felt herself being grabbed and pulled over. So it was really gonna happen. As long as she didn't have to go to the fucking hospital, bastard could do whatever he wanted. She could already feel her eye swelling, blood still pooling in her mouth from the split lips. "I'll be sure to remember that," she muttered.