King of Hearts
Chapter 16 – Hash and His Joys.
Hash's POV, Heriberto meat processing, Boston.
"We can make this real quick Rich!" I stated as I held down the scared man's arm to the meat slicer.
Blood was already before his eyes and it wasn't from the pigs. He cried to me about his family for past hour and he still hasn't given me what I wanted.
"Please Hash! Just let me make a few calls! I can get you what your looking for, but I need time!" He stated as I pushed the tips of his fingers through the slicer.
"AGHHHHH!" Blood sprayed my dress shirt as I got to see the fingertips come out the other side like sliced ham.
Gently pulling him back to me I replied.
"You had a month! Don Soul isn't being any more clear with you on this! You think I like cutting you into meat packages Rich!?" I asked him as I pushed the rest of his fingers through.
"AGHHHHHHHHH!"
As each little pepperoni slice appeared on the other side of the slicer I replied to my own question.
"Well just a little, but I'm not here to give you any more time then has already been offered to you Rich! You ether tell me who it is or I finish off the hand! What will it be!?" I asked him as he bleed out along the table.
Yanking him up to me I asked.
"Well!?"
Giving me a begging look he replied in fear.
"I can't Hash! I don't know!"
In disappointment I replied.
"Well then that's a real shame! I bet your wife loved this hand!" I stated as I began to push it through.
Rich could only beg as I neared the blades.
"Please Hash! No! AGHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
More blood covered me as I watched his hand come through clean like boloney.
As soon as I was done, I released his stub of an arm to watch as he fell to the ground in near death.
"Excuse me now while I make a call!" I urged him as I shut off the slicer.
Pulling out my phone to dial my boss, I flicked some of the blood off my shirt as it rang.
As soon as Don Soul answered he asked.
"How's it going?"
Putting him on speaker I replied.
"Rich doesn't know."
"That's a shame." Stated Don Soul as Rich heard his voice to look up.
I smiled heavily as Don Soul then ordered.
"Kill him Hash. He is of no use to use then."
Rich immediately begged.
"Please Don Soul! Give me more time! That's all I need! Just another week! Don't let this sadist kill me!"
"Sadist?" I questioned as Don Soul replied to him.
"You had a month. A month to make a simple phone call. Now it's too late Rich, I'm sorry. That sadist of mine can have the pleasure of killing you. Hash?" He said as I asked.
"Yes sir?"
"Do what you wish to Rich here. Make sure he suffers."
Smiling to rich I replied.
"It'd be my honor Don Soul."
"Come back when your done." Ordered Don Soul as I hung up to look back at Rich who begged me.
"Don't kill me please! I have kids! They're waiting for me to come home!"
Taking back his stub of an arm I replied.
"And I'll make sure they get to see you. Once I'm done putting their father on their sandwiches for school."
Rich widened his eyes as I dragged him over to another larger slicer.
"Please Hash I'm begging you!" He shouted as I quickly replied.
"And I'm begging you! Please shut up!"
Rich began to cry as I got it on.
This slicer was meant to dispose of rotten pigs, and as the blades spun together inside the machine, I escorted Rich up a small flight of stairs till we were right above it.
"No Hash! Please! I'll do anything!"
Forcing him forward by the stub of his arm, I replied.
"And I'll do anything to shut you up! Now have a nice afterlife Richy boy! I'll be sure to tell your kids you died like the animal you always were!"
With a push of my body I sent Rich down into the grinder to watch as his body was turned inside out and into pulp. Nothing soon remained until it was done, and his crushed up organs and bones were pushed out on the assembly belt below.
I smiled as my job was done and slowly making my way to the entrance, I took hold of my suit jacket and made my way outside and to my car.
After some time spent in happy thoughts, I came back to the compound to find everyone staring at me once again.
I grew use to this treatment over the years as I seemed to be the only one coming home with some blood on me from the real work this business offers to it's better made-men.
As I made my way in and to Don Soul's office, I found him once again sitting behind his desk, but this time in the light. He glared at me as I smiled.
"Rich is dead?" He asked to be sure as I nodded and made my way to the seat before him.
"Good." He replied as I asked.
"So what now?"
Looking to a folder he replied.
"We're running out of options here. I got one last lead you can pick up, but you need to be careful on this one."
"Why? What is it?" I questioned as he opened up the folder to show me one of Don Morgue's made-men.
"Frank Greene. He's a soldier with Don Morgue. Lucky for us, he works alone guarding one of the racket's downtown. I want you to go over and find him. Get the information we need from him and come back here."
"That's risky boss. What's to say he won't rat us out to Don Morgue and he comes a calling with a welcome party of Capos?" I questioned as he nodded.
"That's why you won't get caught on this."
I grew confused as he continued.
"Do what you have too, but get this guy alone. Make it look like an accident. From his file he's a bit of a drinker. Use that to find a way to nab him after he coughs up the intel." Urged Don Soul as I nodded and took the photo of the guy.
Large fox, brown fur, and green eyes. I can spot him easily.
"Make sure you don't fuck up Hash. You do, and we may start a war with Don Morgue we don't need right now."
Nodding I replied with a smile.
"Don't worry boss. It will be handled with care."
Shaking his head Don Soul replied.
"With you Hash that's like telling a monkey to not throw it's own shit."
Letting off a chuckle I replied.
"Just relax. I'll get it done and report back by tonight."
Nodding Don Soul then urged.
"Then go get it done."
Making my way for the door I heard him say before I could leave.
"I'll be in touch."
Giving him a nod, I shut the door and made my way to my room to get a quick change of clothes.
This time I was going to play it smart. I'll dress like a random and get this guy to have a few drinks with me. By the time he figures out who I really am I'll have my info and he'll be stepping in his own grave.
As soon as I was dressed out of family colors, I got back outside to my car to proceed to the location that was further uptown then I first assumed on the ride over. Finding the place was easy, now it was just blending in and locating Frank.
From normal Don Morgue standards, he has his guards placed inside the joint their meant to guard. Guess I'll have to go in on foot to find him.
The place I was heading into was a local food bank. Of course no made-men will be out front. The racket is what I'm looking for. Should be in the back.
As soon as I entered I was asked.
"Need any help sir?"
Nodding to the man behind the counter I replied while handing him a twenty.
"I'm interested in exploring your other services today."
Putting the money in his pocket he replied.
"Go through the back and knock twice. Have some money ready and don't cause any trouble."
Smiling I replied.
"Never, good sir."
Waving me through to the back, I found my door and began to knock.
"Knock! Knock!"
After some time the door opened and my target appeared behind it. He already looked to have had a few drinks in him as he asked.
"What you want?"
Showing him some cash I replied.
"I want a good time and if you can let me through I'll buy you a drink."
A quick smile overcame the fox as he took my offer in kind and let me through.
"What's your name? I ain't never seen you here before."
As we walked through to the action in back I replied.
"One of my pals told me to head here for the best drinks in town. I figured I might as well give it a try since I've sampled all the other bars in Boston already. My name is Hash."
As we got through to the back, I stopped to look around at all the illegal business taking place.
Some gambling, hookers, and plenty of heavy drinkers. All spending cash that Don Morgue gets to enjoy.
The guy I was after quickly escorted me to the bar where he said to the bartender.
"My friend here is buying Tony. Hook me up with the usual."
After getting the guy his drink, I asked.
"This place always packed like this?"
Frank took a look around to reply.
"Most of the time there's more. A lot like to come around at night. That's when the best tail is available to get with."
Nodding I then asked.
"What's your name?"
I kindly offered him my hand, and in response he took it to reply.
"Frank."
This fox was going to be a cake walk. He only needed a few more rounds before he was going to need a bathroom break.
I went silent as he finished his drink, and as he went to move I asked.
"Want another? I'm buying Frank."
Giving me a shake of his head he replied.
"I shouldn't. I need to get back to my post."
Taking his arm I replied.
"Oh come on. What's one more going to do? I could use the company anyway before I find my balls to ask one of these ladies for a show."
Frank calmly retook his seat as I got the bartender to place another glass in front of him, and this time me.
We both then gladly enjoyed the pleasure of alcohol in our systems and after his glass was empty once more I heard him say into my ear.
"I need to get heading back. Thanks for the rounds Hash."
Nodding, I watched as he began to walk back to his post by the entrance.
I smiled as he stumbled to walk straight. I knew it would only be a few minutes more till he was ether acting like a fool or he was coughing up the drinks. Ether way, I'd get my chance to ask the questions that needed to be answered.
As the waiting game now took control of my night, I decided to enjoy the show.
After a while one of the girls began to approach me. A thin hedgehog with dark black quills and stunning blue eyes. She looked like she just finished high school she was so young.
"Hey, wana dance handsome?" She asked as I looked her over.
Gently looking back to Frank who watched the door I replied.
"Everything comes with a price baby. How much are we talking?"
Letting herself rub against my leg she replied.
"For you? Since I've never laid eyes on you before I'll let the first one go. You just tell me what you want.
Letting my drink finish, I looked into the girl's eyes to reply.
"What I want shouldn't be done in public, if you catch my drift."
Biting her small lips, she replied while taking hold of my hand.
"I know a place. Come with me."
Allowing myself the pleasure to get off course for a few minutes, I followed the girl to the bathroom where we began to have our fun.
Our tongues wrapped and hands played before I wanted more. She didn't fight it. In fact, she was practically begging for it by that time.
Getting my pants down I enjoyed the pleasure of a school girl fucking before I heard someone else enter the bathroom.
I held the girl's mouth shut tight as she tried her best to keep from moaning. Soon enough the guy jumped in the stall next to us and I began to hear him puking.
With a slower pace I managed to finish off with the girl and as soon as I was free she whispered into my ear.
"That was amazing."
Smiling, I replied while handing her a twenty.
"Yeah it was, but now I need to be alone for a bit. Get out of here."
Taking my cash, I withstood one more kiss on the lips before she made her way out of the bathroom.
Fixing my belt and getting back on my shirt, I exited the stall to make my way over one to find Frank puking his brains out.
"You okay Frank?" I asked as he managed to slowly look up at me from the toilet.
"I'm fine. Those drinks aren't sitting well is all. Rughhhhh!"
I stared at him as he coughed it all up into the bowl and as he caught his breath I said slowly.
"I hear you know something."
Just staring into the bowl Frank replied.
"I know lots of somethings."
Letting my body lean on the outside of the stall I said.
"You know something you shouldn't though. Something certain people want to know."
Frank began to grow weary and questioned.
"Who do you work for? The cops?"
Shaking my head I replied.
"Think again."
Slowly it came to him and I smiled as he lowered his head into the bowl to mutter.
"Soul."
Nodding I replied.
"You have ten seconds to cough it up or I will get physical. It's in our best interest not to cause harm for this information. You tell me what you know, and I let you go on peacefully with your night."
Chuckling Frank replied.
"You Soul boys all lie. What's to say I tell you and you just don't silence me right here?"
Letting my body shift fully to him I replied.
"Cause I'm a man of my word."
Nodding Frank replied.
"Sure you are."
Both of us went silent as he puked some more. I waited till he was done and as I went to continue the talk he urged.
"Your going to have to do better then get me drunk to get this information."
In force I placed my foot on the back of his head and forced it into the bowl till he was suffocating on his own bile. Bubbles quickly came up as chunks covered his face and I wondered.
"Is this any better? I have no reason not to hurt you Frank. But if you bullshit me you'll die here and now. So just tell me what I want and I'll be going."
Gently I put my leg down as he came up for air with vomit all over his face and some in his mouth.
"Fuck you! "
In force I got my hands to come in personally and in force I shoved his face as far as it could go into the bowl.
Frank gagged under the vomit filled water as I replied.
"Wrong answer."
Frank's arms began to slow up as I pulled him back up.
"Last chance Frank. Next time you won't be coming back up for air. Tell me or I will kill you." I stated as he shook his head.
"I was only told that he lives out of country now days! He hasn't been back to the states in years!"
"Where?" I asked calmly as he stared into my eyes with sadness.
"I don't know exactly! I just know it's somewhere in Columbia!"
Nodding I replied.
"Thanks Frank."
Using all my power I held him down in his puke till he drowned.
As his body went limb and dead; I pulled him out and set him along the edge of the toilet.
Gently fixing my clothes, I made my way out and back to my car.
As soon as I got in I called up Don Soul who asked.
"What's the word?"
Getting back on the road I replied.
"He lives somewhere in Columbia. He hasn't been back here in years."
"That's all?" He questioned as I nodded to myself.
"Yes sir."
Don soul then out of his silence urged.
"Come back whenever your done what your doing."
Softly turning onto the highway I replied.
"I'll be back soon."
After Don Soul managed to hang up, I let my phone down on my lap and continued my way back to the compound.
As I drove I saw some puke resting on the back of my palm. With a smile I flicked it out the window and watched as the night came on strong.
