“Fuck, you think you can get a piece of me.” Jerry sounded amused.
Eddie didn’t say a word, he didn’t move, his eyes didn’t leave Jerry.
“This is gonna be fun,” Jerry went on and Eddie still didn’t reply, pushing Jerry to ask, “You gonna stare at me all night?”
Eddie still didn’t move.
But he did speak.
“No, I’m gonna ask you what Townsend would think if he knew you been meetin’ with Donny Balducci.”
What?
Jerry and Donny?
No way.
Jerry’s eyes narrowed. “You been watchin’ me, spic?”
I gasped again, this time angrily.
“Oh Lord,” Ava muttered.
“What did he just say?” Jet asked, her voice trembling.
“Stand down, Jet, I think Eddie’s got this covered,” Daisy told Jet, pulling the huddle back another few steps.
Eddie had gone silent again but the air had changed, it became heavy and very, very scary.
Jerry waited for a reaction to his racial slur and, when none was forthcoming, he (stupidly, if you asked me), decided to create one.
His arm reached out, he planted his hand in Eddie’s chest and I saw him give a shove.
I stared and my mouth dropped open.
I was certain he’d given a shove but Eddie’s body didn’t move.
No kidding, it didn’t move an inch.
Solid as a rock.
I watched surprise slide across Jerry’s face, surprise I was pretty certain sure was mingled with a hint of fear as Eddie encouraged in a low, menacing voice, “Keep goin’.”
“Fuck you!” Jerry clipped and immediately threw a punch.
Quick as a flash, Eddie ducked but came up, body cocked to the side and swinging, he landed a fist in Jerry’s stomach and I heard Jerry’s awful grunt.
“Oh for goodness sake, we’re missin’ Stella,” Daisy said as if Eddie’s fight with one of my father’s henchmen was akin to an annoying traffic delay on the way to a movie and I looked at her, mouth still open. She was digging in her purse (not all Rock Chicks went purse-less) and she came out with a stun gun.
Oh boy.
This was getting worse by the second!
Jerry threw another punch, Eddie’s chin jerked back and, again, Jerry missed his target but Eddie moved swiftly and landed another blow, this time to Jerry’s kidneys and this time Jerry’s grunt was filled with pain.
“Give me that stun gun! I want to stun that jackass!” Jet cried, her hand going out to wrap around Daisy’s wrist and the now crackling stun gun.
That’s when Jet and Daisy started to scuffle, both trying to get control of the stun gun.
And there it was.
The night got even worse!
My eyes swung from Jet and Daisy to Jerry and Eddie as Jerry went at Eddie, advancing quickly. Eddie was retreating but he was weaving almost casually (not joking, casually!) while Jerry tried some one-two combinations but none of them connected.
We had an audience now, people were amassing in the hall to watch but no one seemed to want to get involved. That was, no one except a big blond man who was shoving his way through from the back.
“What the fuck?” Tex asked when he made it to the front, right when Eddie stopped retreating and weaving and landed another savage body blow causing another grunt of pain from Jerry. “That’s it, Chavez, fuck him up!” Tex boomed his approval. What he did not do, I noticed immediately, was intervene. Then he threw back his head and gave out a wild catcall.
Really!
These people were nuts!
“This is just great,” I snapped to no one as Daisy and Jet were grappling for the stun gun next to me, Ava was trying to stay out of their way, Eddie and Jerry kept at it and Tex settled in for the show. “Can’t I have one trauma free night?” I went on complaining (again, to no one).
At that moment, I had a stroke of luck and Daisy dropped the stun gun.
Without thinking and fed up, I bent down, picked up the gun and, Ice Princess in total control, just like I’d done it dozens of times before, I walked right up to Jerry, reached up and touched the hissing prongs to his shoulder.
Hector told me a second would give an incapacitating jolt, three would bring him down. He wasn’t wrong. After the third second, Jerry was at my feet but I was bent over and I kept the stun gun on him even as his body jerked around on the floor with the bolts I was zapping into him.
Around about the seventh second, Eddie pulled me away.
“I think that’ll do it, chica,” Eddie said in my ear, his arm around my waist, my back against his front.
I looked up at him, nodded then looked down at Jerry.