I'd noticed the two men following us from a far as we shopped. My step mom Camy as usual was oblivious to anything but getting her shopping on. I hated black friday sales because I ended up carrying arm loads of bags and packages through the mall. It sucked to say the least. My dad should be doing this not me, but no he's on some fucking business trip in Japan.
But I must say the view from behind Camy isn't bad, She dressed in a loose green turtle neck sweater, black yoga pants and fury black UGGS. I enjoy watching her ample thirty five year old ass sway back and forth. It's almost hypnotic. Yeah I have a thing for my stepmother so what, you would to if you could actually see her.
Camy stepped into my life when I was seven, right after my mother and dad divorced. And lets just say that she was not the reason for the divorce. My mother was the cause of it and my Dad refuses to talk about what she did. But whatever it was, it was bad enough that he was able to get full custody of me. Even though I do have the hots for Camy I do look at her as a mother because she's always been there for me...
Camy stops and I bump right into her almost knocking her down which isn't hard because she is only 5''2' and weighs a hundred and ten pounds.
"Goodness Charlie pay attention to where you're going please." she said and she didn't raise her voice with me.
"Sorry mom." I say lowering my head
She pinches my cheek, "I want you to stay out here okay?" with that she turns and walks into a lingerie shop.
I sit down on a bench exhausted from carrying so much shit, that and I'm an overweight eighteen year old and that doesn't help.
I look over my shoulder and I see the two men standing across the food court and they are looking over at me. It's starting to give me the creeps. One of the guys is a big fellow, tall and muscular looking with a bald head. The other man is short and stout and he's bald as well and he's wearing a muscle shirt that displays a set of tree truck sized arms.
Shorty glared at me as if to say "What the fuck are you looking at kid?"
Tall bumped his arm and Shorty looked away.
Camy stepped out of the shop carrying yet another fucking bag. For Fuck sake! She hands it off to me.
"Thank you Charlie."
I groan as I pick up the other items and follow.
"I think we're done." she said folding her arms and looking around. Her blond pony tail whips right and then left. "Yes, I think I have everything, now lets go home."
Thank goodness I mumble under my breath.
We begin the long track back to the parking garage. I looked behind me and noticed that Tall and Shorty are gone which is a relief to me. Maybe the assholes weren't following them after all.
"What's wrong Honey?" Camy asks looking over her shoulder at me.
"Oh nothing mom I'm just blown away by all the people in this mall." I lied.
She chortled and continued looking down at her phone.
We made it to the elevator and Camy tapped the up key. The parking garage had been so full that we had to park her black Yukon at the very top. The door opened and Camy stepped in first and as I went to step inside I was tackled from behind. Packages flew from my grip and bounced everywhere as I fell forward into the elevator and bumped my head against the wall.
Camy screamed.
"Shut up bitch!" a rough voice shouted and there was a slap and I hear Camy yelp and she falls beside me. Still dazed I roll over on my back and immediately recognize the two men, it was Tall and Shorty. The elevator doors close sealing us in with the two creeps. Tall pushes the stop button and the elevator stopped between floors.
Shorty pulls a hand gun and points it at us, "I want the two of you to sit right there and don't fucking move! Do you understand?"
I nodded.
Tall picks up Camy's black leather Birkin Purse and dumps the contents out on the floor. He pockets mom's cell phone and then he picks up the Clutch and opens it and he immediately takes the credit cards and pockets them and removes the cash. He passes the money to Shorty. The stout man smiles and pushed the gun into the pocket of his dingy looking gym pants and he counts the money. "Five hundred dollars! FUCK YEAH!!" he exclaims and the two bump knuckles.
"Not a bad score." Tall says.
I rubbed the back of my head and looked over at Camy, tears were flowing down her cheeks. She was so scared and I felt so sorry for her because she'd been having such a good time shopping and now this. I couldn't believe we were being robbed like this and in a mall during a Black Friday sale of all times.
Tall suddenly looked at me, "Give us your wallet fat boy!"
"Don't call him fat, he's just big boned!" Camy quips.
I was more than big boned at 5"8' and two hundred and sixty pounds.
"Whatever bitch! Now shut the fuck up!" Shorty snarls.
I quickly reached into my back pocket and pulled my wallet out and tossed it to him. He picked it up and rifled through it and took out my drivers License and my bank card.
"Hey give us your cellphone too jerk weed." Shorty snapped. The gun was in his hand again but thankfully he wasn't pointing it at us.
"I don't have a cellphone." I say.
Both men looked at me at the same time and then at each other and then back at me. Shorty steps to me and places the gun to my forehead, "Your a fucking liar!"
