Lucas Ramsey collapsed in his La-Z-Boy and sipped his scotch. It had been a very long day. In fact, it had been a long week. He had just arrived home from a business trip to Hong Kong. He had been there all week and had worked very hard to put this deal together. He needed manufacturing and he had found a group he thought could put it together. He hadn't expected to find a major new market, but that's what had happened.
He didn't really need to work anymore, but he enjoyed it. At 56, he could retire and never get out of his chair again, but he liked staying busy. His wife had wanted this business to succeed and it had. After her passing, caused by a blood clot after a visit to the dentist, work had been all that kept him sane. He had loved Lilly with every fiber of his being. Her death left a hole in his life that had never really filled in.
The scotch was very good. It was a single malt and he made a note to buy it again. He felt something unusual and then realized his cell phone was vibrating. He had turned it to vibrate and forgotten to turn it back up.
He got it out and looked. He didn't recognize the number, but he got calls from many people he didn't know so he answered it.
"Uncle Luke?" he heard a girl's voice on the line. "Is that you?"
"This is Lucas Ramsey," he said. "Is that you, Samantha?"
Samantha was his only niece. She lived in Seattle and he saw her maybe once a year. His youngest sister was her mother and he never really got along with Rebecca. She was too careless with her life and too slutty for his tastes. She was drop dead gorgeous and she had parlayed her looks into a series of marriages that had left her very well off. They rarely spoke and Samantha had never called him before.
"Yes, it's me. I'm sorry to bother you."
"You aren't a bother to me," he told her. "I'm just surprised to hear from you. I didn't even know you had my number. How are you, honey?"
The last time he had seen Samantha she had been about 12 and she had looked more like eight. She was a tiny little blond pixie of a girl and Lucas had thought she was charming. He took her to the zoo in San Diego that Christmas when they had met at his parents' house, and he had loved her enthusiasm at everything they saw.
"I got your number from Aunt Susan," she told him. "I'm in trouble, Uncle Luke and I don't have anywhere else to turn. I need your help. If you don't help me I don't know what I'm going to do."
He could tell she was crying. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Where are you?"
"I'm in Portland. I was wondering if you could come and pick me up?"
"You're here? What are you doing ... never mind that. You can tell me after I come and get you. Where are you?"
"I'm at the train station. It's not in a very nice place and I'm scared."
"Find a policeman or someone that works there," he told her. "I'll be there in twenty minutes."
"Ok," she sniffed a little. "Thanks Uncle Luke."
"Hang tight," he told her.
He jumped up and grabbed his coat and keys. He went to the parking garage and fired up his 1970 Buick GSX. The big yellow and black muscle car rumbled to life and he drove quickly to the train station. He caught most of the lights and he was parking in fifteen minutes.
The train station was underground and it was in a rough neighborhood. He took the stairs two at a time and looked around the platform for Samantha. There were only three people in sight and none of them were her. He walked along the platform and saw a corridor leading off to the right. He heard voices and walked down to the turn. He saw a group of four young men, a young girl and a slightly older girl. The two women were backed against the wall and the men had surrounded them. He saw one of the men reach out and touch Samantha. She slapped his hand away and Lucas was close enough to hear what they were saying now.
"Come on, baby," the one that had touched Samantha was saying. "You know a fine looking bitch like you wants the big package. Tyrone got the big dick. He make that pretty little white pussy feel real nice."
"Leave us alone," the older girl said. "I've already called the cops and you punks better get out of here."
She was a tall, slender black girl who looked like she was in her early twenties. She had on a uniform and she evidently worked for the train company.
"Who asked you, bitch?" one of the other's asked. "You better watch yo mouth. Popo don't come down here. He afraid we fuck him up."
Lucas was now within ten yards and he cleared his throat. The thugs turned to look at him.
"May I help you gentlemen?" he asked.
"Old white man better get to stepping," the one that had touched Samantha said. "This none of you bidness. You don't want none of this."
"I'm afraid I can't do that," Lucas said. "This young lady is my niece and I'm here to pick her up. I don't think the ladies are interested. I suggest you pull up those pants and get moving."
"You talking shit to Tyrone? I fuck you up, white boy."
"I don't think so," Lucas advanced toward him. They were now within reach and they got a feel for his size. Tyrone looked at his boys a little nervously. This white man was huge.
Lucas was six feet six inches tall in his socks and he weighed 285 pounds. None of it was fat belly. He had played tackle in college and could have played pro ball. He was the number 12 pick in the draft his senior year. He had chosen to go into shoot boxing and then mixed martial arts and fought for six years in Japan. When the company was bought out by the Americans, it became evident that they weren't going to have a weight class he could compete in and he retired.
Tyrone pulled a straight razor out of his pocket and Lucas kicked him in the belly. He flew across the corridor and slammed against the wall. He slumped to the floor unconscious, but Lucas was already moving. He got a right in just below the ear of the nearest thug and he dropped like he had been shot. Lucas spun away and caught the third with a spinning back fist on the bridge of the nose. The nose broke with a sickening crunch and the remaining thug was running as fast as his low hanging pants allowed.
"I told him he should pull up his pants," Lucas said. "Are you ladies ok?"
They stared at him in silence for a moment, their mouths hanging open.
"I'm leakin," the thug holding his broken nose cried. "Somebody call the ambulance."
Samantha shook her head and ran to Lucas. She jumped on him and he caught her easily, hugging her to him as she wrapped her arms and legs around him.
She kissed him fiercely and buried her face in his shoulder. "My God, Uncle Luke, I can't believe you did that. I thought they were going to rape us or kill us. Maybe both. Thanks for coming to get me."
He laughed and set her down. "You're welcome. I think we should get out of here before they wake up or the cops finally show up and we have to answer a bunch of awkward questions. Are you going to introduce me to your friend?"
She took his hand in her little one and the young woman's hand with the other. They walked back toward the platform and Samantha introduced them.
"This is Lila. She works on the trains. She lives here and she was taking me back to the office to wait for you when those men saw us. Lila, this is my Uncle Lucas Ramsey."
"Pleased to meet you," Lila said. "Especially since you got us out of a bad situation back there. There's supposed to be a security guard here. I don't know where he's at. Are you the Lucas Ramsey; the telecommunications guru?"
He laughed. "No, he's an imposter. I'm really just Uncle Luke. I pretend to be a tycoon but my real job is rescuing damsels in distress."
Lila laughed. Lucas liked her laugh. It was full and deep like her voice. She was a very attractive lady, he decided.
"Well girls, let's get out of here. I know an all-night diner that's close. They have good pie. Will you let me buy you a piece of pie and a cup of coffee? There's a story I need to hear and I'd love to have two beautiful ladies go with me."
"I'd like that," Samantha said. "Please, Lila; will you go with us?"
The girl hesitated for a minute. "Yes, I'll go. I should call my mom and tell her I'm in. She worries if I'm late."
When they reached the street Lila called her mother and Lucas led the way to where he had parked his car.
"Oh my God," Samantha exclaimed when she saw the GSX. "Is that your car, Uncle Luke?"
"Yes, do you like it?"
"I love it," she exclaimed. "It looks like a giant bumble bee."
"Well, you're going to have to sit in the back," he told her. "You're the only one little enough to get back there."
They climbed in and Samantha sat forward so that she could put an arm around each of their shoulders. When he fired the big V8 up she was thrilled with the rumble of the exhaust. "Is it fast?" she asked.
He pulled into the street and stopped at the light. "Want to see?" he asked them.
"Oh, yes," Samantha said. Lila nodded, her big brown eyes shining.
When the light changed he punched it. The 455 roared and the big car fishtailed as the fat tires clawed for traction. Samantha was pinned back to her seat and Lila clutched her arm rest as the GSX roared through the gears. The streets were deserted and the speedometer quickly climbed past one hundred before Lucas dropped it back down to the legal limit.
The girls chattered excitedly. "Jesus, Uncle Luke. That was like one of those powered launch roller coasters," Samantha said. "I love this car."
"I'll let you drive it sometime," he told her. "Do you have your license?"
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