During the following week Eva made damn sure she avoided me at the office. I never managed to get her alone so on Wednesday I sent her an e-mail from an anonymous account telling her to meet me at my place after work. Once I got home I hurried around the apartment to clean up the mess I had left the previous nights and then sat down to watch TV. Time went on but at ten o'clock I heard the doorbell. I was kind of annoyed that she had ignored me for this long and threw up the door to give her a scowling. To my surprise I didn't see Eva standing there, but the old man's driver. He pushed me hard in the chest, making me fall to the floor, and then quickly went inside and slammed the door shut. I crawled on my back further into the hallway in chock as I saw him pull a gun and aim it straight at my face.
"Wait," I screamed, "what's going on?"
"We made you a sweet deal kid, and you had to go and ruin it." He walked closer and placed the gun to my forehead. I was paralyzed with fear but managed to stutter a response.
"Wait! I did what you said. I even kept to the ground rules we agreed to! But please, don't kill me!" My voice trembled and I tried to move away from the gun.
"She just called and told us about the beating kid, so don't try any excuses." He looked seriously at me and kept the gun aimed at my face.
"What beating?" I screamed, "I've not beaten her, are you crazy?"
With this the driver lowered his gun and leaned in to look me in the eyes. He stared at me for a good while as I sat there almost crying from fear. He then reached for his cell phone and dialed a number.
He kept the gun aimed at me as he talked to someone in Italian for a few minutes and when he was finished he looked back at me.
"I'll call Eva over here and we'll settle this." He then dialed a new number and as it was ringing he motioned me to get into the living room. He sat in the big chair and I carefully sat down in the couch.
"This is me bitch," he said, "get over to the kid's house now."
"If I find out she's lied to us she's dead!" The driver looked furious as he sat there with his gun, still aiming at me. I sat completely still for over half an hour until I heard the doorbell again.
"You sit still," he said and walked to open the door. When he came back Eva was with him. She was in one of her business suits but wearing sun glasses. She sat down in a chair and took off the glasses, showing a small black eye covered with some make up.
"This is what he did," she said and pointed to the small bruise under her eye.
"What?" I screamed, "that's a damn lie. I never hit you!"
"You did, when I didn't want to do it in the office where people could catch us," she said, sounding like a very believable liar.
"Why in hell would I do that?" I answered, still in chock. "I mean, I had an awesome thing going, and with our own deal I thought we were fine." I didn't sound convincing at all, but at least my reasoning must have made sense to the driver.
"What's this deal you talk about?" the driver said, aiming at us both with his gun. Eva was about to answer but I quickly interrupted.
"We agreed that if we didn't do any anal, she would do the rest. I mean, do the rest willingly and play along." I started to calm down a bit now but my voice was still trembling.
"We also agreed to not do it in public and that you wouldn't hurt me," Eva added. I nodded to this as she spoke.
"Yes we did, and I never did hurt you, and we only met here!" I screamed at her.
"Shut up, both of you!" The driver stood up and looked at us both. He walked around the room, holding the gun at us in turns, glaring at us.
