As Bianca was walking away, I saw her hips swaying like two big round piñatas. I was not going to let all that beauty walk away just like that, so I knew I had to do something quickly. My mission was to get her number and court her before anybody else, so I threw caution to the wind and decided to follow her. Come rain or sunshine, she was going to be mine.

“Wait up, Bianca B!” I shouted, running after her like a rabid dog.

“Change of heart, Pablo?” Bianca asked.

“Well, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. So, what is in it for me? I am not going to do it for free, yoh!” I concluded.

“And who said you are going to do it for free? I know the rules around here, Pablo,” she responded.

“I do not want money,” I said.

“What, do you want, then?” she asked.

“That you get to be my woman,” I responded.

“Done,” she said.

I could not believe my ears. “That is it? No objections?” I asked.

“Why should I?” she inquired.

Wow, the girl was one hell of a person, I tell you! But wait, maybe she just said that in order to make me fall into her trap. What if she sends me on that dangerous mission and I end up dead, then my mission would have been for nothing.

“Are you sure you are not pulling my leg? Or, I guess, this sounds like blackmail to you, and pretty soon, you will send someone to finish me off, right?” I asked.

“What do you take me for? If I wanted you dead, you would not be here, idiot!” she responded.

“So, what do I do now?” I asked.

“Follow my lead, and I will lead you to the basement of the villa where he lives,” she responded.

“Wait, are you sure he is not armed? Because if he is, then forget about it,” I said.

“Of course he will be armed,” Bianca responded. “Same as you. Do you know how to use a gun?”

“I … I … can’t. I mean, I do not know how to use a gun,” I responded.

“You are joking, right?” she asked.

“I am dead serious, Bianca,” I responded.

“An ex-convict who does not know how to shoot? What kind of a gangster are you?” a bewildered Bianca asked.

“I am joking,” I responded, grinning.

“We have to make sure that you know how to hold a gun, bimbo,” she said.

“We? Who is we?” I asked, confused.

All of a sudden, while we were speaking, a big, hairy man came out of nowhere. He was wearing a full Indian-made bouncer safari dress, a pair of leather boots, and a leather wristwatch. He bore a close resemblance to the WWE legend, Bautista, except for the fact that he was African.

“He’s your sidekick,” Bianca said.

“You have got to be kidding me! I am not going anywhere with that beast,” I responded.

“You got a problem with me, punk?” the man asked.

As he was coming closer to me, I could smell his tobacco-stained breath. His teeth were full of Diamond Dust grills, which he shamelessly displayed for everyone to see. Plus, he had a red-dyed Mohawk. He looked more like a punk than I was.

“No problem, big guy,” I finally responded.

I had no choice but to follow that giant ninja to wherever we were heading. When we were halfway across Aga Khan Road, a couple of traffic officers stopped our car for inspection.

“Could you please get out of the car,” one of the officers ordered. “Open the boot. We want to see what is in there.”

When we opened the boot, there was nothing in there, but the officers insisted on delaying us. They were looking and pointing out at petty things so that they could get ‘something to eat’. The big guy, Bautista-wannabe, handed them something that looked like a stack of cash. The officers then waved at us to go, as if nothing happened. It had all been for a bribe.

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