This is my next chapter, and I think you guys are gonna like it. I don't have much to say so I'll just begin writing
Sly awoke, breathing heavily. He looked around his room, and saw that Carmelita was no where to be found, but his balcony door was open. He proceeded to walk towards the door, and found Carmelita outside crying.
"Why are you crying Carmelita?"
"I don't know how to say this, but I'm a call girl Sly." said Carmelita, still crying
"Wait, you're a whore Carm?"
"No, I'm a call girl Sylvester! Theres a huge difference!"
"I'm sorry Carmelita. Hey, this was one of the best nights of my life, nontheless."
"Physically, or mentally Sly?"
"I guess both. You know, when you took off your pants I was happy you didn't have a dick."said Sly
"Stop being so fucking calm about this! I've been a call girl for exactly four days, and you're my third customer!"
"Jesus, sorry Carm. Carmelita, how did you know where to find me?"
"You're boss wanted you to have a good time since it was your birthday and you don't get out much. Sly, I may sound crazy, but I think I love you."
"Hey, if I say love you back and you break my heart, I'm gonna fucking die." said Sly, brushing back his hair
"Sly, I will never leave you. And when it comes to relationships, I'm a hundred percent- I'm a hundred percent monogamous."
Sly and Carmelita, newly weds, strange it may seem since the had only been dating for five months, were getting matching tattoos.
"Wait Carm, you had a pimp? asked Sly, looking at his tattoo in the mirror."
"Yeah, his name was Dimitri." said Carmelita, wincing at the pain of getting her tattoo
"Hey, did he ever hit you or hurt you in any way? Cause I swear to god, I will go over there and kill the fucker right now if he did." said Sly
The Tattoo artist looked up at Sly in shock
"It's ok, we're just rehearsing for a play." Sly lied, and the artist went back to his work
"You don't even know where he lives Sly. And I'm sorry to say this, but he did hit me a couple times."
Carmelita finished getting her tattoo done, paid the attendant, and the couple walked out into Sly's car. Sly turned on the ignition, and started driving.
"Why the fuck didn't you tell me this before?!" yelled Sly, smacking the wheel of his car
"I thought you would get mad..." Carmelita said softly
"Now I'm fucking mad. I swear to God I'm gonna go over to his shitheap and break his fucking legs!"
They arrived at the appartment, and Sly began to say,
"Where does he live Carm?"
"I can't tell you Sly!"
"Where the fuck does he live?!"
"52 Lexington Drive. Please don't kill him!"
"I won't." And with that, Sly drove away
Sly arrived at Dimitri's house. He checked his revolver, put it in his pocket, and knocked on the door. A very big dog answered the door.
"Your Dimitri?" Sly asked
"No, I'm Muggshot. Now get your ass outta here raccoon."
"Wait, its about Carmelita." Sly said
Muggshot let him inside. As Sly walked with Muggshot, he looked around, and all he could see were strippers and prostitutes. At least four prostitutes offered Sly a good time. As tempting as it was to him, he was a married raccoon, and remained loyal to his wife. Sly arrived at Dimitri. He was an Iguana, smoking a cigar.
"Where the fuck is that bitch?" asked Dimitri
"She's not a bitch frenchy, and she's my wife." replied Sly, surpressing his rage
"Well then, if the bitch is you're wife, then we're practically related. Hey raccoon, why don't you grab yourself something to eat? We got everything here from a diddle eyed joe to damned if I know." said Dimitri
"No thanks." said Sly
"What that mean, no thanks? You see, if you sat down, took an eggroll and started to chow down, I would say, this motha fucka ain't god a care in the water, and who knows, maybe he don't; maybe he's such a bad motha fucka, that he could sit down and watch my mother fucking T.V. Now what you have to say bout' that garcon?" said Dimitri, seeming very satisfied
"I'm not eating cause I'm not hungry. I'm not sitting cause I'm not staying, and I'm not watching your shit television cause I'm not interested. And I'm not scared of you, I just don't like you. Learn better english please frenchy, and you know what, I speak french, and garcon means boy. I am no boy asshole." said Sly, wiping sweat off his forhead
Sly pulled out an envelope and set it on the table.
"In there is Carmelita's pay off money, so you can forget about her. I owe you whats in there, and not one penny more." said Sly
Dimitri opened the envelope, but there was nothing inside.
"You think you're slick raccoon, but you're just a fucking boy."
Muggshot then held Sly's arms behind his back, and Dimitri began punching him in the face with his brass knuckles. It must have been the adrenaline, but Sly broke out of Muggshot's hold and punched him in the face. Not soon after did Dimitri break a bottle over Sly's head, making him fall to the ground. Dimitri sat on Sly, and took his wallet. He looked at his drivers license, and read his address.
"Hmm, now I know where to find Carmelita. Hey Muggshot! Get over to, 18 Bronson Street, and bring back that bitch, I'll keep our little boy here company. You know Sly, you could be my perfect bitch."
Sly then pulled out his gun, and shot Muggshot and killed him. He then shot Dimitri in the groin, making him fall back. Sly leaned over him and said,
"Not so fucking funny now, is it Dimitri! Look at me now!"
Dimitri looked at Sly, and Sly shot him once in the chest, and once in the face. He grabbed a briefcase that he found, thinking it contained money and ran out of there.
"I killed him Carmelita."
Carmelita began crying, and buried her face in the couch.
"What is it Carm, do you fucking love him?! I said, do you fucking love him?!"
"No-"
"What is it Carmelita?!"
"I thought what you did-"
"What?!"
"I thought what you did- was so romantic" said Carmelita
Sly is a real maniac, isn't he? Anyways, did Dimitri deserve or did he not? I think he did. Anyways, a call girl is basically a prostitute, but she gets called for her services. I hoped you enjoyed! Plus, I made Dimitri like a gangster kind of guy, thats why he speaks like that. Anyways, till next time peeps!