Allow me to explain. This story, unlike my other story, "Total Drama Island: Living In New York", will be a violent story about TDI characters in the mafia. It has violence, death, some drug use, a lot of crime references and sex in it. Just making sure you get it.

Chapter Warning: This chapter features a graphic shootout scene and later on a sex scene between Duncan and Courtney. It is neccesary for you to read the shootout scene, but not neccesary to read the sex scene if you don't want to. The part where the sex scene begins and ends are marked. This chapter is a sort of an introductiom to the actual story.

"There is no way that you'll ever get to him." Said DJ.

"What makes you say that." Replied the Don.

"That he's being holed up in the top suite of the Salisbury, with a ten heavily armed guards." Answered Tyler.

"Oh but my dear Tyler, that's what assassins are for." Replied the don, again.

There sat in his office on the penthouse at the top of the Marriot hotel overlooking Times Square, Christopher Clengoletti, head of the Clengoletti crime family, and his two caporegimes; Devon James "DJ" Stevenson and Tyler Bocaccio.

The office was a scarcely decorated but expensive looking one. Despite not being very big, it had a large window in the back wall which let anyone look over Times Square and which gave a sense of space to anyone in the room. The only things in the office were a large teak desk, with a large comfortable throne-like chair behind it and two smaller leather chairs in front of it; two large bookshelves, stocked full of books that Clengoletti had never read and never intended to read. The final thing on the room, and according to Chris the best one, was a large portrait of Chris hanging above the large hardwood double doors to the office.

"So, who are you putting up to the job?" Tyler asked.

"The two best assassins around." Clengoletti said.

"The Johnstons?" DJ asked.

"Yes."

"I still don't know how those two have been married for ten years...and according to what I hear, they go a it every night like a couple of horny sixteen year olds." Tyler said.

"The rumors seem to be true, but I guess it's because those two psychopaths get turned on by killing people." Clengoletti said.

"You know it's not nice to talk about people like that." DJ scolded his boss.

"Whatever." Clengoletti spat back. "I'm giving those two a call."

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He looked down at her, and thought her beautiful. The deep onyx eyes that her loved. Right now they were clouded with lust, but when she was happy, they shone with a heavenly light; when she was angry, which was often, they were bright and passionate. But now they were clouded with lust as she lay there underneath him. Her tan, caramel colored skin shone with large glistens of sweat, and he could see almost all her skin since it was only covered by her seductive, black bra and panties.

"I love you." He whispered into her ear.

"Love you too." She said as she reached for his underwear.

Then, the phone rang. He lifted his head up from her neck, his head which once had a bright green mohawk on it, but now only had some almost shoulder length black hair, almost as long as that of John Travolta on "Pulp Fiction".

"Let it ring." Duncan told her.

"Duncan, do we have to go through this again." Courtney told him. "It could be a customer."

"So business is more important than me?" Duncan asked, knowing it wasn't, but still looking to make her angry, since it turned him on.

The two of them were in their room in their home in Staten island, the most residential of all New York neighbourhoods. They were going at it on their bed. The room was a nice looking room with a large bed with purple bedsheets; a couple of nightstands and big nightstand in front of their bed with pictures of them around the world; each picture taken when they went to kill someone there; those places including cities like Paris, Washington, Buenos Aires, Rome, Madrid, Seattle, etc.

"No...and besides, we do business together, so you're in both." Courtney replied. "And it's not like we don't fuck every night."

"And every time is so fucking awesome." Duncan said as he picked up the phone. "I'm still surprised it's even better than twenty years ago."

Duncan stuck their house phone next to his ear.

"What the fuck do you want?" Duncan said.

"DUNCAN!"

"Fine...who is it?" Duncan asked again, a fake sweet tone on his voice.

"It's Clengoletti." The voice on the other end of the line replied.

"What's up, Chris?"

"I have business for you two." Chris replied. "You two know about the witness on that case against my capo Tyler, right?"

"Yeah, what was his name again...Ebert, Esiah, Emanuel..."

"Ezekiel, "The Moose" Ezekiel, that Canadian small time thug." Clengoletti replied.

"Hey, we're canadian!" Courtney screamed into the phone.

"Well Duncan, I see the wife is OK, and by how feisty she is I guess that I called while you two were going at it." Chris teased.

"Like rabbits in a cage." Duncan said.

Courtney punched him on the arm and snatched the phone from him.

"Alright...so do you want us to kill the asshole or what?" Courtney asked Clengoletti.

"Exactly, I need him to get killed this Friday, while I'm out of town, so the police don't go immediately after me." Chris told them.

"Don't worry Chris it will be done and we'll negotiate the price tomorrow." Courtney said. "Bye."

She hung up and turned towards Duncan. She slid her hands to her back and unclasped her bra, letting Duncan stare, mesmerized at her D-cup breasts.

"Where were we?" Courtney said, seductively.

"I never get tired of your boobs, Princess."

"Come here!"

Courtney pounced on top of him.

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The car pulled over and out of it came two people. A woman wearing high heels and a long black dress which displayed some cleavage and a man in a tweed suit and black loafers.

"Why does my dress have to show cleavage?" Courtney asked.

"Why am I supposed to wear a damn suit?" Duncan asked her.

"Because we're pretending to go to a gala." Courtney replied.

"Same reason for your dress." Duncan replied. "And also it's easier for you to reach for your gun...and because I like to look down that dress."

He smirked seductively, earning an eye-rolling from her. The couple of assassins walked, arms linked, towards the entrance of the Salisbury hotel on 57th street, between 7th avenue and 6th street. They slowly made their way to the entrance, where a large, ape-like bouncer stood, with a gun in a holster on his waist, and a clipboard with a list on his hands.

"Names?" The ape asked.

"Claire Barrington and Devon Newark." Courtney told the ape.

The ape checked the lsit and signaled them to step through. The assassins walked through the small lobby to an ominous door which led to the moderatley sized ballroom.

"What did you do with the real Claire Barrington and Devon Newark?" Courtney asked him.

"They moved away to a small new home, six feet underground a swamp in New Jersey." Duncan replied.

"Excellent."

They made their way to the doors and stood enxt to them, next to the ballroom doors were the doors to the main stairs of the hotel. When they saw no one was looking, they slid the doors open and entered the stairway. Then, Courtney reached under her dress and pulled out a Mac-11 submachine gun. She reached under her dress again and withdrew four gun magazines from a velcro strap on pocket wrapped around her lower leg. In turn, Duncan reached into his suit and pulled out a mactching Mac-11 and four mags. They both stuck one magazine into the submachine gun stock and loaded.

"Ready?" Courtney asked.

"Ready." Duncan assured her.

The couple walked up the stairs, holding their subs to their backs. They walked up the winding cement stairs, which had metal railings on the left side, until they reached the tenth and last floor of the hotel, where the witness was being hold up.

Another ape-like guard stood on the top of the tairs, next to the door that gave way to the tenth floor. Before he could notice them, Courtney reached into her cleavage and withdrew an item.

They approached the guard at the top of the stairs.

"Sorry, restricted area." The guard said.

"Oh, very well then, we will have to turn around and..."

Courtney reached forward and clung onto the armed guard's shoulder, she then struck forward and plunged the knife she drew from her cleavage into the ape's chest, making him groan in pain as he breathed his last breath. She withdrew the knife from his chest and let him crumble onto the cement stairs as she safely tucked the knife back in her bosom.

"Good stab." Duncan complimented.

"Thank you."

Drawing their submachines from their backs, the assassins waited behind the metal door that led to the hallway of the tenth floor. At the end of the hallway, in room 1100, was their witness. According to the infor they gathered, there would be at least eight more guards in that hallway. Duncan slowly opened the door with only enough room to only peek inside. Five guards were standing around talking in the hall.

"They're not doing a very good job if they're distracted talking." Duncan muttered. "There's five in the hall, pretty close."

Courtney reached into her cleavage again and pulled out a M67 hand grenade. She handed the small shrapnel based explosive to her husband.

"Is there anything you don't carry between your breasts." Duncan asked as he gave her left one a squeeze.

"Save it for when we're done killing, Dunky." Courtney teased him.

"Don't call me that."

Duncan slightly opened the door again and pulled the pin on the grenade. He gave it a slight push and closed the door. The assassins hid behind the walls, trying to not be directly in front of the metal door as the greaned slowly rolled over to the guards. In three seconds it hit the foot of one of the guards, who looked down to it.

"OH SHI-"

The grenade went off and the five guardswere knocked to the ground as shrapnel blasted into their chests and faces. The sound of the explosion alerted another guard who ran into the hall without taking cover or pulling out his gun. Bad idea.

Duncan pushed the stair door open and immediately opened fire on the guard with his submachine gun. The shells jumped through the air as the 9mm Parabellums tore through the oxygen and impacted the guard's chest repeatedly, making him scream and then give away on the floor like his companions.

As the two remaining guards jumped into the hall, guns blazing and sending bullets through the air towards him, Duncan clsoed the door and jumped behind the wall, avoiding the lead projectiles that blasted through the thin metal door and into the cement wall on the other side of the stairs.

Coming up with an idea, Courtney slid past the metal door and behind Duncan, she managed to lift up the dead guard and hand him to Duncan. Getting the message, Duncan used the heavy ape as a shield as Courtney hid behind him and he kicked the door open. He went through the door and bullets began to strike the corpse shield's back. Courtney lifted her Mac-11 and blasted with it over the side of the gargantuan shield. The bullets hit the guard on the shoulder, making him drop his gun and injured, but still alive, stumble backwards agaisnt a wall and slide down said wall, leaving a trail of blood on the paint as he reached bottom.

Duncan took advantage of the other guard's distraction to shove the corpse shield forward and as the guard instinctively caught him, Duncan raised his Mac and blew a couple of holes into the last guard's head.

The couple smiled at each other as they put their Mac-11's away and Courtney reached into her cleavage once more, this time withdrawing a fully loaded and cocked Colt .45 revolver. They walked down the hall towards the door labeled "1100". The guard Courtney had not fully killed earlier groaned, making Courtney raise her Colt and fire a single shot through the man's heart. She cocked the revolver's hammer backwards again.

Without a word, Courtney kickced in the door of the apartment, revealing a mortified guy in a suit and a green toque hat behind the door. His brown hair stood on end as he watched the assassins step through the door.

"P-p-p-please d-don't...don't kill me." The guy muttered in fear, tears spilling from his eyes.

"Sorry, Zeke." Courtney said. "We're not judges...just executioners."

Courtney raised her revolver and pulled the trigger once, blowing a bullet through "The Moose" Ezekiel's head. A bullet in the head.

Duncan wathced this and inmediately pulled Courtney in for a kiss.

"Want to take this back home?" Courtney said.

"Yeah."

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(It gets mature now...Maturer.)

They burst into the room, heavily making out, tongues proving each other's mouths and wrestling for dominance.

They immediately collapsed on the bed and Duncan began to kiss Courtney's freckles, between her eyes.

"I just love these cute little freckles of yours." Duncan said between kisses.

"Duncan, come on, cut it out." Courtney said as she giggled happily because of his actions.

"If you insist." Duncan said as he stopped kissing her freckles and began to pull down her dress.

In turn, she violently ripped of the top of his suit, leaving him bare chested and her with nothing on except her black panties, since she wore no bra underneath the dress. His mouth was over her left tit in less than a second, his tongue swirling around her nipple, teasing her by not licking directly over it. He began to suckle her luscious boob as she moaned loudly. He groped and kneaded her right breast while he suckled the left one.

"AAAH!" Courtney screamed in pleasure as Duncan lightly bit her left nipple and pinched the right one.

"Let's get to the good part." She said as she pulled a condom from between her boobs.

"Seriously, is there nothing you don't carry between the twins?" Duncan said, teasing.

She slipped it on him after she pulled down his pants. He quickly pushed himself inside her an she moaned in pleasure as his member split her pussy lips. He thrust into her again and again and each time they both moaned in pleasure. He began to suckle on her right breast and knead her left one as he thrust into ehr pussy. Their bodies molding together as they made sweet, love, at the same time, they were fucking like animals.

He flipped her over so that she was on top. She began to ride him wildly. His cock inside her just made her feel perfect. Not just the toe-curling pleasure, but a feeling of being complete.

"Courtney, you're so tight."

"And you're so big."

They moaned in unison as they came toghether. They then discarded the used condom and fell asleep in each other's arms.

(Mature scene ends here.)

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The next day, 9 AM...

"Well Tyler, I have the feeling that you'll walk away as a free man." Clengoletti said as he hung up the phone.

"Yeah?"

Chris and Tyler were back at Clengoletti's office in his Marriot hotel penthouse. Chris had just hung up the phone, which began to ring when the both of them were talking about the recent re-election of President Bill Clinton.

"Yes...that was Courtney and Duncan, they just called to say they did the job...when the police go to pick up Ezekiel, they'll find a bloodbath in their hands." Clengoletti explained.

"Great." Tyler said as he grinned.

"Now Tyler, it's time for you to meet our new recruit." Chris said. "You'll have to pick him up at the airport and leave him at Gwen Magnolti's café, where she'll give him his first job."

"Who's this new guy again?" Tyler asked.

"He is straight in from Chicago." Chris said.

"Name please?"

"His name's Geoff Petronelli."