10 10.Distraction

Marley POV

"I'm talking to you!! Child!" I had to shout.

He'd been absent minded for a while and left me blubbing to myself.

Maybe he's plotting a way to escape or kill me and get this over and done with.

" Don't ever call me that, you little shit," he responded in an extremely pissed but husky voice, "EVER!"

" You planning how to kill me, huh? Well I'd give you a whole day to plan and you'd still not kill me, do you know that?" I mocked, "And by the way, I removed your bullets, you are welcome."

"Well you damn right, little shit. For the record, I want to kill you so bad. And you also right, you'd give me a whole day to plan and I'd fail. You know why, cause I'm not that slow. I'd lose focus midway. I'm fast. I act in the moment.

That's a cheat code.

I don't tell people that. So I'm giving you an advantage Miss.....You choose what to do with this information, take it to court or to the FBI...catch me outside dummy."

He was right. He'd given me the exact description of him that I missed. FOCUS.

His focus when put to test would fail terribly. That's all I needed; to distract him.

"You said you know who sent me, then why are you still keeping me?

And, who were you referring to that named you Marley?"

"Luca...Flores... you never get it, do you? " I said turning to take few steps away from him, " This whole thing is.....SHIT!!!!!"

The bastard was not hanging anymore!! He was not handcuffed either! He instead pointed a penknife at me.

"How did you...!!"

"It's called the art of dislocation you illiterate little shit. Now how did you even become a lawyer if you don't have the slightest idea of such basic stuff??" The bastard was making fun of me.

Why did I leave my gun upstairs?? Now I'm losing to this sucker.

"I don't have time, but I could spare some to teach you something. "Miss, this is called a thumb metacarpal. A hyperextension of the thumb causes dislocation. After getting myself out of trouble all I do is carefully manipulate the bone back to the joint. That's it, brilliance, you little shit.

Second, I gave you a clue about distraction but you are clearly dumber than I thought.

But I don't blame you. I hear lawyers read thousands of pages in one night, then you must be quite crazy too.

Third, catch me outside dummy!!"

By this time he was on the stairs opening the door out of the basement, " Oh and thank you for saving my life, I'd still kill you though!!"

He banged the door.

What just happened??

A few seconds ago I was almost getting what I want and now I was back to square one.

" Shit!!!!"

I was banging tables and punching bags. He'd for sure made a fool out of me. Right before my eyes.

Was I that stupid though?

Okay okay I didn't know the Biology behind the art of dislocation, but I definitely knew how to distract him. I just needed time...yes time. That was our only difference. I plan. He doesn't. I take time. He uses time.