The grey broken concrete harboured pools of icy puddles that vibrated with the incessant smattering of rain. It was difficult to negotiate the places to walk without having to endure the startling sensation of water entering a shoe and travelling upwards. Zoe's thickly soled worker boots prevented such an occurrence and her sleek black leather biker trousers gracefully repelled the soaking attack. The alleyway didn't offer much room to manoeuvre, wide bins overflowing with local business' discard punctured the air with the smell of forgotten bin juice. A metal stair ladder glistened treacherously, fresh from the ongoing downpour. Zoe followed the rungs up and saw the faded lilac neon sign that signalled she was at the correct meeting place. She looked up as she climbed the stairs and at the exact time of gazing to the clouds a big fat drop of rain thrashed into her eye socket, Zoe groaned and blinked heavily before hastening her speed to the top of the building.
Stepping into the building was like stepping inside a cloud of smog, the stale stench of cigars made Zoe gag, it reminded her of the sleazy strip club she used to work in, where sex deprived men would chew the ends of their contraband cigars whilst tossing themselves off as a scrawny teenage girl danced around in self-conscious circles. The carpet felt riddled with forgotten sick and sperm, the sticky feel so obvious even under the thick wedge of her boot sole. The man behind the bar eyed Zoe, rather than acknowledge his presence she walked straight towards the back of the bar towards a faint light that was seeping under the door. The door was locked, Zoe puffed her cheeks in exasperation, 'why arrange a meeting and then not be there?' Zoe had zero time for this sort of rudeness, she kicked the door loudly with the toe of her boot. A large figure appeared, it wasn't the shape she was expecting, must be one of the bosses new henchmen she thought. The bear of a man that came to the door was the epitome of burly, his broad shoulders almost the same width as the door. His shaved head flecked with ginger straggles that matched his thick long beard. His face bore the tracks of many knives, Zoe could see that they had never been properly stitched, just left to fester and heal until they formed the fleshy red welts that traced over his face. His urine coloured eyes squinted at Zoe, obviously not impressed by her impatient banging of the door, still he knew it was not worth more than his life to not let her through, she was the bosses favourite.
"Threw the last door on the right" he said, in a strong Liverpool accent. Zoe's strong posture ignored his discontent and she strode past him with a scathing look of disdain.
"Don't act so high and mighty with me, I know who you fucking are remember, and when your done you can always gnosh my fat dick." He grabbed his crotch as he said this, his thick beard matted with the remains of egg mayonnaise, jostled. Zoe was repulsed. In a twist of seconds she had kicked back her legs to sweep his legs from under him. Her boot pushed down on his throat and crouched down to sink her nails into his crotch.
"Don't you ever fucking talk to me again you disgusting twat! I wouldn't use your cock as a tampon let alone let you near my mouth, except of course to bite it off. You dare utter one breath in my direction and I will end you!" She spat into his face before calmly leaving towards her meeting point.
The office had a view over the local park, the blinds were open and it looked like watching the inside of a washing machine, rain lashing down hard blurring the world. In contrast to the cesspit Zoe had just walked through, this office was opulent. A rose marble desk took centre and reflected brilliantly in the gold plated floor and ceiling, Zoe felt like she was standing in the doll's house of the Princess of Brunei.
"So what have you got to show me baby girl?" Evans said, his Argentinian/Welsh accent accentuated the r sounds. Zoe loved the way Evans spoke, his voice was so deep and smooth, he sounded every inch the chilling don.
"Nothing... genuinely Ev, there is nothing I could find in her flat" Only Zoe could ever get away with shortening his name in such a way. Evans narrowed his dark eyes and sucked the air between his polished teeth.
"Fucks sake! What have you been doing all this time? Playing with her pussy again? Yeah I bet that's what you've been doing!" He moved close to her, in her boots Zoe was almost as tall as his 6 feet 3 inches.
