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Chapter 2:
Wood crest, Maryland, 7:58 AM.
The wunsler mansion was peaceful this time in the morning. The usual ruckus from Ed's hangovers, loud rap music, and his other shenanigans were free from the house. Ed wunsler Sr. was at ease knowing the his son would not give him his daily dose of headache, he relaxed on his second story patio seeking refuge from the summer heat under the shade that stood over him. Wunlser gazed upon his property watching the illegal aliens mowing the seemingly endless acres of grass, tending the flower beds, and pruning every bush and tree all for just below minimum wage. "Life is good," he said to himself; "for me that Is."
In awe of this long awaited moment of peace and tranquility wunsler decided to celebrate with a glass of whiskey. After all he could dead the next time he would have a stress free moment. Sadly for him his troubles were just beginning as wunsler's butler stood at the patio door with a worried look on his face, "we need to talk," he urged; " its important."
"MOTHAFUCKA!" Ed shouted as dutch and revy carried wunsler into Ms. Balalaika's office, Revy grew irritated by the second as the 'cargo' shouted and moved his shoulders so that revy would lose her grip and drop him. Revy's face began to twitch the urge shoot him was gone why? Because that was too good for Ed she felt that maiming him would suffice, Ed stopped himself looked upward to the enraged woman. "Hey!" he yelled only to be ignored by revy; "you mad? Huh? You wanna know something? You need to wash yo stinky ass!" That wise crack made revy even angrier, but ed continued ignoring the look on her red twitchy face; "it smell like you been wearin' the same shit for weeks, and look at those legs! Those hairy ass legs! You need to work on your hygiene You smelly ass trick!"
Revy looked away from ed and towards Benny his red face indicated a laugh striving to be held back. Knowing that Benny was nearly laughing at her, she was incensed. Benny knew better not to laugh at her for whatever reason, Revy bit her lip to the point it was bleeding .
"Damn," ed snickered; "Am I the only one that can see yo' big ass stretch marks?"
Revy shouted in rage as she threw Ed onto the hardwood floor and began to beat him senselessly, with every punch from revy blood flew from ed's face. Dutch grabbed revy trying to restrain her ed let out a blood spewed laugh and said, "you weak ass bitch! That ain't hurt!" Revy escaped Dutch's grip grabbing ed by his throat, she proceeded to strangle him while smashing his head into the ground. No one dared to stop revy as she proceeded to beat ed to a pulp, she yelled wildly foaming from her mouth. She was finally snatched away from ed she instantly calmed her self as the click of a revolver rang through her ears, with the business end firmly placed against the back of her skull.
"Was that necessary?" Asked a tall Russian blonde standing above her; "Rebecca when this contract was assigned to you I do not recall asking you to damage the cargo."
"The bastard had it comin!" Revy snapped. she slowly rose to her feet, turning towards Boris who in turn holstered his revolver.
"Captain, what are your orders?" Boris asked.
"Clean him up and bring him to my office."
Boris lifted ed's dazed, blood covered body hauling it away.
"Sorry about that ms balalaika," Dutch said; "this asshole's been running his mouth through the whole trip."
"Don't worry dutch," the Russian mob boss assured him, "He's alive, so we can still demand a ransom for his safe return. Nevertheless your payment has been wired to your account."
Dutch gave a respectful nod and proceeded to head out with his crew.
Revy sat in the back seat of the car calming her nerves with a long huff from her cigarette, taking a long look at her blood covered hands, aching from the beating she dished out to their 'cargo'.
"I need a drink," she sighed. Irritation from hearing wunsler's mouth for almost a entire day took a toll on her until she finally snapped and nearly killed him, releasing as much anger as she could with every punch and it still wasn't enough; she waited for someone. Anyone to piss her off then she'd have valid excuse for sending that person to hell then maybe that would be enough to settle her temper. The rest of the crew made their way into the car Revy acted as if nothing happened as Benny took the wheel heading for home. She knew that rock and Benny laughed off the incident, and straighten up before getting in the car for them it was the smart thing to do.
"Revy are you okay?" Rock asked gently patting revy's shoulder.
"Rock, give revy some space," dutch intervened; "It's been a long flight with that jackass talking shit the entire time." Revy glared at rock as he took his hand away from her, rock looked on at the sun setting into the horizon, the street lights began to shower roanapour's crime ridden street with a dim light. Following the night's mayhem to come.
The gang arrived home, the echoing gunshots and distressful screams greeted them. Revy stormed into her room slamming the door behind her, dutch slouched down on the couch, Benny headed for the fridge, while rock stood in front of the room's window watching the whole scene like it was a sitcom.
"what do we got Benny?" dutch spoke in a lazy yawn. Benny rustled through the fridge hoping to find something eatable among the spoiled leftovers that was overcrowded inside.
"Nope," Benny replied. " and we're all out of beer,"
"Damn!" dutch sighed; "I'm hungry, thirsty, and tired. What am I gonna do?"
Benny closed the fridge making his way to the couch.
"let's make run to the market before everything closes,"
Dutch rose from the couch stretching. "alright let's go, rock you comin'?"
Rock looked up at dutch with a depressed face. " no I'm staying here with revy," he replied.
Benny and dutch left rock alone in the apartment, he made sure to lock the door before making his way to revy's room.
He knocked before opening the door so revy would know who was trying to come into her, as usual no answer came from revy so rock slowly opened the door hoping that she would make a Heineken bottle fly to his face. Revy sat calmly on the left side of her bed wearing her noise isolating headphone hooked on to a cassette player, rock sat next to her hoping she'd notice him.
"revy?" He said waving his hand in front of her face. She ignored him as rock sat patiently until she finally removed her head phone and shut off the Walkman.
"What?" she growled looking away from him.
"Are you okay?"
"Rock ..." revy sighed. "Why are you asking me . . . a fucking stupid question like that?"
Rock expected revy to snap at him he made sure not to say anything else that would get her on edge.
" what's wrong revy?"
Revy gave an annoyed sigh.
"Why do you care Rock? You know that I don't like talking about this shit with you."
Rock gently placed his hand on revy's shoulder hoping that she would calm down, whenever revy was irritated rock would always be there to settle her boiling temper.
Revy again let out an annoyed sigh looking towards rock.
"That shit talking prick wunsler," she said; "He pushed me too fucking far!"
"Why didn't you ignore him."
Revy glared at rock harshly, "Why didn't you ignore him?" she mocked; " I ignored that dumb ass for eighteen hours rock, eighteen fucking hours! Every second we spent on that goddamn plane that asshole was fucking with me, when we do get here he doesn't stop, he keeps running his mouth then I just . . . fucking lost it rock. I'm not like you okay? I don't let people get away with shit like that and just shrug it off like its nothing."
"Sometimes you have to revy, Look at what happened today you beat up wunsler and almost got killed for it, now was it worth risking your life for something like that?"
"Yes,"
Finding an argument for revy's answer was pointless for rock, he looked down shaking his head surrendering to revy.
"Well, if you're feeling better now." He said making his way to the door. "Let's go to the yellow flag and get a couple drink on me"
Revy rose from her bed following rock outside as a small grin spread across her face.
"Riley! Get up! You're gonna be late for work!" Huey yelled at Riley who still laid in bed with his eyes half open.
"Damn nigga, why you wakin me this early in the morning?"
though Riley was sixteen going on seventeen he acted like a five year old. He moved in with his brother Huey sharing a one bedroom apartment after Robert kicked him out, Huey was beginning to see why.
"Early?" Huey exclaimed; "Man, its three forty five in the afternoon!"
Riley looked up at Huey's afro.
"Damn, you gotta clock up in there?" He snorted.
Huey sighed and shook his head knowing that his dreams of having a little brother acting mature were long gone.
"Riley, get up and get ready, I got classes to attend and I don't have time to wait for your ass to leave."
Riley got out of bed head for the bathroom to wash up.
"you ain't gotta be waitin on me Huey," Riley called from the bathroom; "Just give me the key to the spot and I'll lock up,"
"Hell no! The last time I gave you the key I found you with Cindy in my bed after I told you no fast ass girls in my house."
Riley peered out from the bathroom glaring at his older brother.
" Ay nigga don't be talking shit about my girl, I'll come out there an' steal on yo' ass for real." Riley warned.
"Well then don't bring Cindy's fast ass over here and I won't 'talk shit' about your 'girl'."
Riley stormed out the bathroom stepping up to Huey who looked him dead in the eye, Huey sensed that he would have to smack Riley around a little before he understood the rules.
"What?" Huey scoffed.
"The fuck you mean 'what'?" Riley snapped; "nigga I told you don't be talkin shit 'bout my girl, what part of that don't you understand?"
Huey shrugged, "The part where you won't understand that I don't want that nasty ass girl in my house."
Riley shoved Huey across the room causing him to stumble into the hall way, and charged for him. Huey quickly regained his footing while ducking from a left hook delivered by his younger brother returning with a left uppercut that flung Riley into the bathroom, damaging the tiled shower wall.
"Get your shit together Riley!" Huey yelled from the hallway while watching his brother getting back to his feet, wiping blood from his lip, ready for another fight; "I'm not gonna have you screwing up my house!."
"Nigga fuck you!" Riley yelled charging for Huey again with a running punch which made it easy his older brother to parry and knock him to the ground. Riley made an effort get up only to get pinned by Huey, he had no choice but to submit.
"A'ight man I give," Riley pleaded " get up off me, I ain't into that funny shit!"
Huey let his brother loose knowing that he learned his lesson.
"get your act together Riley," Huey growled as he walked into his room slamming his door. Riley rose to his feet trying to shrug off the pain of an ass kicking dished out by Huey.
"Ay nigga!" Riley hollered; "you know I was just fakin' that shit ain't hurt."
The doorbell suddenly rang Riley made his way to the front door peering through the peephole, a young Caucasian man dressed in a black suit stood on the other side of the door. He slowly opened the door giving the man hardened glare, "What you need?" Riley asked. The man took a careful look at Riley a young black male dressed in white shirt and basketball shorts sagging below his waist showing off his boxers.
"is this the freeman residence?" the man asked.
"Yeah, what you need?"
"I have an important message from Mr. wunsler."
Huey and Riley sat in the small living room facing wunsler's messenger, giving the two a nervous look before saying: "Mr wunsler's son has been kidnapped,"
Huey gave the man a harsh glare, "So, what's that gotta do with us?"
"Well, Mr. wunsler has requested you and your brother's aid in rescuing him."
Huey made a slight nod as the man continued.
"he's offering to pay the both of you five hundred thousand dollars if you return him safely,"
Huey and Riley stared at the man. Riley was ready to agree before he could answer Huey stopped him with disapproving shake of his head.
"I have some questions," Huey finally responded; "First off, who kidnapped ed and where is he?"
The man pulled a yellow folder from his blazer, taking out a picture of a Caucasian woman with a large scar on her face.
"we believe this woman is responsible for the kidnapping, apparently she has sent group of individuals to the wunsler estate to capture wunsler and later departed by plane. Since Edward III has a tracking device implanted into his left arm we had no trouble tracking the plane to a town named 'Roanapour' located in central Asia."
"next question," Huey responded; "Why do you need us? Isn't there some highly skilled government operation that rescues wealthy people such as ed?"
"well, yes they are several, but Mr. wunsler fear that government agents would stick out in that sort of environment, the reason being that he has requested the two of you. The kidnappers will unsuspecting of you making the rescue a near flawless success, your grandfather has inquired that you two have adequate skill required for this task."
Huey leaned into the couch taking a deep breath, He didn't really care for wunsler let alone his son he also knew wunsler would probably devise a scheme to get out of paying them. The young man knew what the wunslers were capable of, another thought came into Huey's mind. Who were the kidnappers? Are they just some rag tag bunch of thugs or something far more powerful after all the messenger never gave any details, so many bits and pieces were missing that five hundred grand was not even close for him to possibly put his and his younger brother's lives' on the line for Ed; Keeping all of this in mind Huey made his decision.
"I'll tell you what," Huey replied calmly reaching under his coffee table in front of him, "You have ten seconds," The man watched Huey with caution as he pulled out a sheathed katana; " ten seconds to get the hell out of my apartment, or I'll send you back to wunsler diced up in a trash bag!"
The man nervously rose from his seat paying no attention to his yellow envelope containing information about the kidnappers, he quickly made his way to the door just before leaving the man handed out a card.
"I-if you change your mind Mr. freeman," He stuttered; "feel free to c-"
Huey swiftly sliced the card with his katana nearly taking the man's fingers, without hesitation the messenger left them alone parting from the apartment complex in a fancy black Mercedes. Riley was heated watching as five hundred grand slipped away from them, also knowing that his friend was probably going to be killed since no one is going to rescue him. Riley glared at his older brother furiously, watching him burn the envelope and its contents information in the kitchen sink.
"Man what's wrong with you Huey?" Riley snapped; "The dude was gonna give us five hundred g's and you just threw the shit aside like it was nothin'"
Huey ignored his younger brother's complaints as he washed the ashes down the drain.
"FIVE HUNDRED G'S! Man, we'll never get an offer like that again shit!"
Huey made his way to the front door glancing at his watch, it was four thirty. Huey was late for his classes at the community college. He only wish that the messenger was still here so he could give him a well deserved beat down for wasting his time, Riley stood in front of the door to keep Huey from leaving.
"I don't have time for this shit Riley," Huey sighed ; " I made my decision."
"Either yo ass is high," Riley said; "or you a really stupid ass motherfucker, how the hell you gonna turn down five hundred g's Huey? What the fuck's wrong with you?"
"First off, you need to check your tone, second the reason I turned him down is that we don't who kidnapped him. If someone who successfully kidnaps a well trained war vet that means we don't get involved, Riley think about this, say I was to accept the job how do you know if we'll save ed, or get back here in one piece? It would be better to let ed get out of this himself, plus we don't need the money."
Riley's eyes widened with rage.
"you're fine with your job at the car wash," Huey continued. " And I myself don't plan on doing anything that requires that much money so let's drop the subject and get on with our lives."
Huey moved his brother and left the apartment, Riley slammed the door and proceeded kicking, punching and throwing the living room furniture slurring curse words and insults towards his older brother.
Wunlser sat calmly in his study puffing from an expensive Cuban cigar, his messenger stood in front of him nervously.
"So what happened?" Mr. wunsler asked; "did they accept the offer?"
"They refused sir," the man replied.
Wunlser could only nod his head, he had a feeling that Huey would refuse forcing him to take a more drastic measure.
"Alright then," wunsler took another puff from his cigar; " time for plan B."
To be continued.