The other men came out of the room one after the other. "Alright boys. You know the drill. Take what you want. Double check the rooms. Douse the place. Burn the bodies." A resounding 'Yes Boss.' Echoed through the room.
"Boss what about the girl?" said Three. Girl? Oh that thing.
"That has to be delivered to Queenly. She'll readily buy her off my hands." With every man working efficiently, the Edison Home was soon behind us. In the few minutes it took, more than half the house was engulfed in flames. One job down three more to go. I mentally checked off 'Take out Edison family.'
"Next we visit the Col Warehouse," I said to the driver. A confirming 'Yes Boss.' Rang out in the van. I glanced at the hands on the watch. We're late. "Step on it!"
The collection went smoothly as usual. Nothing was out of place. Finally relaxed that every euro and organ was accounted for. We left the warehouse.
"Alright guys this is where we split up. One, Two you are assigned to sleeping beauty in the van. Make sure she gets to Queenly and bring back my compensation." I directed.
"Yes Boss." They answered.
"Four and Five you both head back to your respective territories." Their faces held disappointment in them, but they dutifully responded, "Yes, Boss."
"Three you are coming with me. Before I go club hopping we have to meet with Feerel. I have a feeling that I may need some fists.
"Yes Boss."
The four men went into the van leaving Three and myself.
"Come on." I motioned for him to follow.
"Right behind you." We took a short walk to the block over, to meeting house ten. The meeting house of the Regalia Syndicate was hardly a house. Once again I found myself wondering why we called it a house.
'Rush.' A local magazine was the front for the meeting house. Run by one of the many higher ups of the syndicate, we used it as a cover for our operations. Four and I entered the front lobby of the local magazine, blending quite well into the crowd.
Making our way to the back after clearing security, we came up to a metal door. I rung the buzzer.
"Open up!" I said. The metal door swung open. A little mouse greeted me.
"Good day Boss! Welcome! He is in the room to the right," said the little mouse. I smiled at her.
"Thank you." My face was stripped of all warmth before stepping foot into the room. "What is it and get straight to the point!" Feerel swallowed upon hearing my voice.
"Boss. We've located the missing members. However there's been a complication. My source said that they are currently being held in one of his safe houses just outside our territory." I raised an eyebrow.
Axel was right. It seems this wasn't a half baked plan.
"What is he asking for? What is his end game?" Feerel's mouth opened slightly then closed itself shut.
"Don't tell me you made me come all the way out here to offer a half-way report!" He immediately jumped out of his stupor.
"No, no I would never even think of doing such a thing!" He quickly cleared up. "He wants a meeting with you and the Second in command." Axel and myself?
"What for?" I barked at his retreating figure.
"My contact was not privy to any indepth information. What he does know, is that Tendom will be making contact soon. After he gets his meeting with both of you, he wants something in exchange for the men."
"Did you run me a list of all the men and women taken by him?" He fumbled in a shoulder bag to his left.
"Here it is." He handed me a surprisingly thin file. From the sounds of things I could have sworn that a lot more persons were abducted. I faced him.
"It's thin. What's the total amount of persons missing?" He paused his bustling actions.
"Sixty-seven..." I flung the file at his face.
"Then what the fuck is this?" This file has no more than ten pages in it!
"Boss. I did say they were being held in a warehouse. However, the majority are not alive!" said Feerel. The seriousness of the situation set in. Well I be fucked.
"Send the file to the mansion. I'll review it later." Feerel stopped scrambling the pages on the floor to look at me.
"Yes, Boss."
I smiled pleasantly. "It seems your services weren't needed Three. Let's head back to the mansion. I've got some other business to deal with."
"Yes, Boss." He looked at Feerel, saying, "Shame. You know I was really itching for a fight since this morning. Those Edison's weren't a challenge what-so-ever." I chuckled over my shoulder watching Feerel shake at his words. We stepped out of the lobby and onto the sidewalk.
"Don't worry I'll feed you blood tonight. Right now though I could do with a sub. You know the meatball one they make on Ellys Avenue with the romaine lettuce?" He laughed in response.
"Yeah I know what you're talking about. Sounds like a plan if you ask me. I'll get us both one. See you at the mansion," said Three.
Three walked in the opposite direction hailing a taxi. I walked to the awaiting car I recognized as one of my own and entered the back seat.
"Good day Mr. Ackerman." The driver's cherry voice reached my ears.
"Good day." I replied. So young. I stared at the young man, as he drove off.
The outline of his unfinished tattoo which ran the length of his arm, showed through his thin white shirt. The snake that coiled around his arm had no colour, no details, not even a single roman numeral.
It paled in comparison to the one that decorated my left arm and shoulder. Completely coloured in, with the numerical kill toll going into the hundreds. My ink was not just a show of rank. It was proof of my loyalty to the syndicate. Knowing this and more the obvious was confirmed. He's 'fresh blood'. I looked out the window.
"Step on it. I have things to do!" I practically barked at him.
"Yes, boss!" The car sped up, twisting through the streets.
"Thank you." I smiled at the boy, as he drove around the fountain and pulled up to the front door.
I went inside. A certain rat was nowhere in sight. Trying to escape punishment are we? I walked into the kitchen, grabbing a Bomb Pop from the deep freeze. The mansion was uncharacteristically quiet. I placed the popsicle into my mouth and took out my beretta 92X from a kitchen side drawer. With light steps I walked to the living room.
Pulling the popsicle out of my mouth, I held it in hand and pushed on the door to the den. Empty. Across the hall I twisted the handle of my office door. Still locked. I took off the safety and walked up to the second floor.
The floor to ceiling stained glass panel came into view upon reaching the top of the stairs. I turned to the right and pushed open the door to the guest bedroom. Empty as well.
My footsteps softened, as I walked up to Carlos' room. I knocked twice.
"Carlos?" No response.
I doubled back and approached the room assigned as a makeshift infirmary. It was empty. I opened the next guest bedroom across the hall. Am I being paranoid? I wondered upon seeing another empty room. I walked down to my bedroom and eased the door open. No one. Should I be grateful or on edge?
I released a cold breath of air. The popsicle made its way back into my mouth. As my fingers grazed the safety on the gun, a tumbling noise could be heard. With my guard up, I walked the entire length of the hallway once again. Bang! I burst open the door to the suspected room. Empty?
Could it be possible? I walked to the bathroom door, resisting the urge to break it down, I knocked. The sound of water moving within the tub greeted my ears. In under just one minute the door was opened.
"Yes, Boss?" said Carlos. Taking the popsicle out my mouth, I heaved a sigh of relief through my anger.
"If you were here why didn't you answer the first time I knocked?" I lashed out.
"I'm sorry I did not hear you." He earnestly stated. "Don't fucking lie to me. You can hear me if I talk from across the corridor, but not from behind the door? Do I look stupid to you?"
Metal met flesh, the bottom of the gun landed on his face. The force of the unexpected blow caused him to lose his footing on the wet tiles. In the most comical manner, he skidded before falling on his ass.
Carlos hurriedly tried to pick up the fallen towel to cover himself. I stepped on his hand, as my eye fell on it. You've been caught! I placed the popsicle into my mouth. His semi hard **** lay half hidden behind the towel. Filthy.
With one foot, I stomped heavily on the offending body part. I increased the pressure of my boots until tears flowed down his face. Pleased, I lifted my foot. My expression worsened upon seeing it. The pleasant state of mind I achieved disappeared at the flick of a switch.
Pink and swollen from being fingered, his hole was an eyesore. Since you're so desperate... I stooped down. Taking the popsicle out of my mouth. I pressed ruthlessly on the opening. Melted ice and blood trickled down to the bathroom floor upon penetration. I looked at his face only to see him staring off to the side.
"Who said you could look away? Is this not what you want!" His head turned to me. Regret and pain were etched into his eyes as he looked at my handy work.
Glad to have an audience I smiled, pushing the popsicle even further in his pucker. Satisfied with the depth reached, I pulled it out, while savouring the look on his face. His expression was twisted in pain. With every thrust the melting fluid rushed out.
His leg muscles spasmed, as I increased the pace. Ramming the cold treat into him, caused him to pant wildly. Pre- eased down his now fully errect *****. You aren't allowed to release! I grabbed the base of him tightly. His body became flushed. Sweat mingled with the drops of water on his skin from his previous bath.
He moaned, rocking his hips to the tempo set by my hand. Filthy. I brutally forced in the half-melted popsicle causing it to fall off the stick. I pressed down on the stick, relishing in the sight of his eyebrows creased in pain. A distinct snap was heard. Tsk.
Half of the wooden stick remained in my hand. Blood and syrup flowed out in streams. What a pain. I placed two fingers in the opening and felt around between the melting popsicle for the missing piece. There. I pulled it out, and removed my hand from the base of his penis.
A steady white stream shot into the air falling onto his chest. He looked away. I narrowed my eyes at him. Yes. You should be ashamed! I threw the missing half at him.
"Come downstairs when you're clean and dressed!"
"Yes Boss," said Carlos.
With those words I walked to the sink to wash my hands. I then proceeded to head downstairs.
"Nothing can beat this sandwich! It's too good." Number Three praised the sub in between bites.
I swallowed, before speaking. "You can say that again!" I held my hand up stopping his speech. "Still we have to hurry up. We have to visit a sum of thirty-seven establishments before the day is up!" Three paused to finish chewing and swallow.
With an empty mouth he replied, "Yes. Boss."
I glanced at my watch. Ten minutes past two. The sub was soon finished off with a cold glass of water. We immediately set to work and a grand total of thirty-six businesses were visited in the short span of seven hours. The fatigue of the day began to settle into my bones.
I looked across to Number Three in the driver seat. "Fifteen minutes past the hour of nine. We did good!" Perfect. I get an early night tonight.
The vehicle pulled into the parking lot. Multi-coloured strobe lights flashed from inside the building. Loud music poured from its windows. Lines of people stood outside waiting on the bouncer to let them in.
We got out of the car and walked in the direction of the front entrance. As I passed by, I scanned the faces looking for a new victim. Wasn't this how I found you Bianca? A pair of devilishly handsome faces caught my eyes. Seems like this won't be an early night after all. I gave one of the bouncers a signal.
He came up to me causing Three to stop and look behind. "Good night Boss. How can I help you?" said the bouncer. The loud chatter in the line died down, all eyes stared at me.
"These two guys look like they're here for some fun." I smiled pointing at the two boys. "Am I wrong?" I jokingly asked.
They piped up approving my earlier claim. "Well then let's go in shall we!" They stepped out from behind the red divider.
"No I.d. needed. Let them in." The second bouncer stepped to the side at the sound of my voice. The heavy double doors were pushed open for me. A generous smile crept up to my face.
Time to wrap things up.
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