Alfonzo by S. W. Frank Read Free Book Online

tight, preventing her from falling or purs u ing the technicians and w hen the elevator opened then clang shut and the bodies were gone, she suddenly slumped against him in eerie silence.
    “I t’s okay… it’ll be okay… I got you chica .” He whispered into her fruity hair.
    “This isn’t real…I’m in a nightmare,” She whimpered over and over again.
    Her friend came over and spoke her name, “Selange…please come home with me. I can’t stay here…I can’t.”
    The girl Selange didn’t answer , instead she clung tightly to the solid mass until her friend exclaimed, “I have to go…when you’re ready I’ll be at my house waiting.”
    Alfonzo’s lip curled in distaste when the so-called ‘ girlfriend ’ and the scumbag Jay departed. They exchanged lethal stares until the elevator closed. Some goddamn friends! His boys would never have stepped off. Even the chicas , they’d stay right here, holding him down, providing the comfort of their presence. Yeah, that’s goddamn friends; they roll with you to the end!
    He wrapped his arm s around the girl then guided her to the elevator. He couldn’t let her stay here in this condition. Apparently , she was still in shock . Holding her protectively he spoke her name, “Selange…my name’s Alfonzo. Your mother and my uncle were married and it makes us family, eschuchar ?”
    She slowly nodded.
    A n innate natural feeling occurred as he held her. He was confused by what this young woman triggered . W hatever it was stirred an arousal somewhere i n his gut at this deadly hour. He forced it away , thinking only of the task of telling his mom the tragic news of her brother’s death. Absently , he stroked the long wavy hair as the elevator descended to the lobby . He thought of life without uncle and what it entailed. No late night conversations or uncle’s wise advice. He tried to envision it, and could not. The image of Uncle Al and his wife were too real. They were dark pictures preventing him from thinking about tomorrow. He didn’t want to remember uncle Al in such a macabre way and clicked the channel in his brain as if he were watching a show he disliked . I nstead he chose one he did. A happy image appeared on the screen. A vision of Uncle getting married, smiling ecstatically after kissing his new bride. Yes, this he liked and used it as a replacement for the hideous death scene. He bound it to memory in an effort to get through each m inute and the infinite ones to follow.
    They stepped into the lobby . T hrough the grimy windows of the vestibule he caught sight of a crowd assembled . Police, ambulance, curious onlookers and a news crew waited . A normal sight in the inner city on any given day or night. Detective Johnson said there were no signs of forced entry which led him to believe the murderer might even be standing out there. A faceless entity . A n evil cruel bastard who stole a piece of him and this girl …his Uncle’s stepdaughter Selange with the violent act. Suddenly , Selange shivered despite the warmth of the summer night and he drew her closer, wanting desperately to console the piteous thing. He couldn’t imagine how awful it was finding someone murdered. All he had to offer was a shoulder to lean on and an oath of protection. His cell rang and his arm slackened as he reached in his pocket to retrieve the thin titanium device, “ Que paso ? ”
    “ Cuz , the cops won’t let me in unless I live there, man.” Domingo said.
    He’d called Domingo on his way over and request ed they me et at this location in case this was a set-up. When Domingo asked what was going on he told him what the girl on the phone said and thus , Domingo’s anxiety as he waited for confirmation.
    “I’m coming out now. ” He turned to the girl, “ How you doing Selange?”
    Her eyes were on his chest, “I’m cold.”
    She’s in shock. “Alright, I’ll get you somewhere warm, for now,” both arms embraced her, “take my heat.”
    Her forehead