Author's Note: Sorry bout the wait on this one, writer's block, my mom commin back from the hospital, and a sweet but nagging g/f can do alot to a writer like me haha, but now things are back to normal, I present to you Chapter 4!! There are some guns some of you might not know...if theres any questions about them, ask me or google them online to see the pictures. On that note, enjoy the chapter
David continued to walk across the street and saw several thugs leaning against the wall of the apartment building. He counted three of them; two of them holding a Mac-10 submachine gun while the third guy was wielding a Tec-9.
"Hey! Come ere!" one of the men yelled out to David.
Sighing, David walked over and put on his best smile. Maybe charm can work on this, David thought as he approached them with a grin.
He thought wrong just as he felt the barrel of the Tec-9 pressing his ribs. The man holding the gun was had dreadlocks, and a blunt in his mouth. He glared at him up and down skeptically.
"What ya want ere boy?" he asked in a thick Jamaican accent.
"Uh…yea, I came here for some company…heard you guys got some Grade-A poontang," said David, lying through his teeth.
The Jamaican puffed on his blunt and continued to look at him. "Oh really…ya came to right place me boy. All 100 clean…no traces of STD or diseases." He inhaling the chronic and blew thick white smoke in David's face. David began to choke and wave the smoke saw from his face, making the three thugs laugh out like a couple of hyenas.
"I'm sure…you got anyone new?" David asked leaning against the wall, as if he was one of them still coughing a bit.
The other thug started to speak. "Yea we picked up a few here and there."
"Like who?"
The Jamaican began to speak again after taking a small toke. "Well we got two fine gals I ever seen. They names be Milky and Creamy…ya interested?"
Am I Interested in blowing your face off for blowing that shit in my face? Yes. As much as David wanted to say that to him, instead he replied, "Sure. Threesome would sound really nice at this point. My bitch of a wife's been giving me a headache lately," said David lying again hoping they would fall for it.
"Well don't you worry nothin' brotha. Dem gal's gonna take care of ya real nice. Just need a down payment."
"A what?" David sounding a bit stunned.
"Ya heard me boy. $200 for the hour, and $50 for us."
"And why the fuck should I be paying you in the first place? You gonna blow me or something?" David said raising his voice an octave.
Before one of the thugs could point his gun, the Jamaican thug raised his hands. "Wait…let's be a little reasonable. We dun wan no killing ere. You want pussy, am I right? Well we just want a bit of cash for some…"
"Snacks?" David answered crossing his arms.
Taking the words straight out of his mouth the Jamaican thug snickered. "Ya sure correct boy…tell ya what…you give me $50, and we cool."
Taking the chance, David inspected his pockets and pulled out two twenties and a ten in to the thug's hands. "There. How's that?"
"Real nice…Jo Jo, take him inside. Have a good time mon."
The two walked off as Jo Jo, looked at him and said firmly, "Let's go."
Inside the lobby was a small desk with a woman looking tomboyish and muscular. She eyed David and smiled. "Where's this one going?"
"Milky and Creamy…he already paid for the hour."
"Fourth floor. Wait," said the woman looking at David's duffle bag. She wagged a finger at him smiling. "Gotta leave the bag here. Jo Jo, pat him down."
In an instant, the man patted him down quickly, and found nothing on him except for his wallet. David grabbed his wallet and placed the bag on the desk looking at them both and proceeded towards the elevator along with Jo Jo. As David pressed the number four button on the panel, the doors creaked slowly, enclosing the two inside.
"I only got but one rule for you," said Jo Jo as the elevator creaked slowly. "If they 'stop' or 'no', you then do so…I find out you try to hurt them, or anything of the like, I'll spray you with this," he said pointing at his gun. "Is that clear?"
"That won't be a problem." David said with a smirk.
"I hope so."
When the elevator slowly stopped, the doors creaked and opened. As David walked out, he looked around for a minute. The windows were sealed shut, while the hallways were filthy with the stench semen, sewage, and unwashed cunt. The lights for the hallways were lit very dim and parts of the walls were riddled with bullet holes. Two women barely naked walked out of one room and glanced at David. One was dressed in a thong and a bra with one of the straps broken off, while the other was topless and had on a torn and tattered miniskirt. Both of their arms showed tracks and their eyes looked glassy. They both walked towards the stairs talking to each other, both looked ragged and out of breath.
This so called whorehouse, was a nightmare, and with David's guess any girl was probably scared straight working for this guy.
"Take a left past the bathroom and knock on the door. Don't forget what I said to you earlier." Jo Jo said as he leaned against one of the somewhat clean walls and started smoking.
David nodded and started to walk. As he walked, he could hear the constant sound of moaning and groaning of men and women all engaged in sexual acts. Some of them were leaning against the hallway eyeing at him. He ignored each and every one of them till he arrived in front of the door, knocking on it.
The door opened and out came a cute young woman wearing a matching red bra and panties set. She had a timid look on her face as her hands were trembling. Her eyes were powder blue and her black hair was short up to her neck.
"Come on in," she said softly.
"Hey Milky, we got another one?" another voice said coming out from the bathroom.
This one looked exactly the same, as Milky, but her face was pale, and had on a green matching bra and panties set. She had a dispassionate glare on David. To her, he was just another guy to take care of and send him on his merry little way.
Both of their bodies were athletic and not a scar, scratch or bruise on them. Flawless beauties…no wonder Randy wants them back, he thought
"I take it your Creamy right?" He pointed at the girl near the bathroom.
Creamy rolled her eyes as she said, "Ohh great we got a smart one here."
As David closed the door, he sat by a chair in the tiny kitchen. The chair creaked loudly as he looked at her. "I need to talk to you."
"Nuh uh," said Creamy. "We don't do talk jobs…just get your clothes off and let get shit over with. Milky, make the boy feel welcome."
Milky nodded and smiled a little bit walking up to him rubbing his shoulders. David gently pushed her away shaking his head.
"Hey, what's the problem?" Creamy asked. "You paid for hour, so just relax and let us do our job." She said giving a grin. "You know your pretty fucking cute than the other fuckers we had to deal with."
"Listen to me…I'm here to get you out of here." David said standing up.
Milky and Creamy looked at each other and laughed their asses off. David looked at them wondering what was so funny.
"Come on now," said Milky after breaking her little shyness barrier. "Don't jerk us around and get undressed."
"I'm serious…"
"And so are we." Creamy said rather annoyed taking her bra off.
"Randy sent me here." David finally said cause the two look stunned.
"Who?" Milky asked.
"My brother…he sent me here, to get you two back to his place, as well as kill the head guy in charge of this place."
Milky looked at David studying his face until it hit her "Your that guy that Randy showed us one time in his office."
"Yea that was me," said David remembering the picture of him and Randy the day before he left the city for college. "Look we don't have all day…I need you two to get dressed, pack up whatever you need and come with me."
Creamy looked at him and gave it some thought, till David interrupted her.
"Who's the guy in charge?" David asked.
"What's it to you?" Creamy snapped back.
"I'm on the clock here, and he needs to be taken care of. Besides…I'm sure you would rather work at my brother's club than…this." He said pointing out how filthy the place was.
Creamy hard look began to soften and nodded. "Yea…your right. Randy mayhave been an asshole, but he had his limits. He might get mad and cuss us out…or take a huge paycut out of our tips, never hit any of his girls…or rape them. That's what this guy that picked us up did to us a lot…beating and forcing himself onto my sister and me. I remember before we left your brother's job, Randy got mad cause we came to work late and he got so pissed, I started to yell at him…the two of us left and there was E-Boy."
"E-Boy? Is that the man in charge?"
Creamy nodded and continued. "His real name is Eric. He promised us better pay…and a nice place to stay. Who would ever think he meant this? At first we tried to make the best of it but when he would take most of our money and leave us with barely enough to get anything to eat. As much as we wanted to get out, E-Boy would have us hunted down, and he would beat us and have his way with us. Nothing would satisfy me than to put the hurt on that fucking short dick bastard."
After hearing her story, David heard Milky sniffling and on the verge of tears. These two wanted revenge for the shit they were put though, and he didn't blame them for it. The only problem was that his weapons were back downstairs in the lobby. He then remembered seeing Jo Jo carrying a gun on him. Wasn't much but it would be most sufficient than bare knuckles.
He then, turned back to Creamy who was wiping her eyes. Her eyes were red and glassy. "You gonna get us out? What's the plan?"
David began walking back and forth thinking. "Let me think…I got it. Is there anyway you can get Jo Jo in here?"
"As matter of fact, I could…I can try to bring him in here. But what you need him for?" Creamy said looking down at the floor.
"He has a gun…bring him over here. I'll head to the bathroom, and watch you bring him in so I can head back and surprise his ass. I'm counting on you ok?"
"Yea no problem."
David got up and headed out, he saw Jo Jo look at him. The thug smiled as he said, "Damn that didn't take too long."
"We didn't do it yet…just some foreplay. You know where the bathroom is at?"
"Straight ahead."
As David walked to the bathroom and passed Jo Jo, Creamy stood up and headed over the door. Peeking outside, she saw the thug with his head down, still smoking looking bored as hell. He threw the cigarette on the ground and pulled out another menthol.
"Hey Jo Jo," said Creamy motioning him to come here with a sly grin.
Before he could lite it up, he looked up at saw her barely dressed motioning him to come here with her fingers.
"What you want girl, I'm on the job right now," said Jo Jo looking at her up and down at her fine athletic frame.
"Well I'm sure you got a minute to spare. Come on…I'll let you do whatever ya want." Creamy said in an easy on the ear tone walking out the door giving him more than an eyeful.
"Is that right?"
Jo Jo had a dumb big grin on his face blushing like a little boy and started to walk to the room as she slipped inside waiting for him. Jo Jo stepped inside the room and saw the two girls grinning.
"Why don't you set that gun down and show us the other 'gun' you got packin'," said Creamy licking her lips deliciously staring down at the obvious bulge in his jeans.
Just as he set the gun down on the counter and started to unzip his pants, David swiftly grabbed him and pushed him inside. He sent a flurry of punches into Jo Jo's midsection and face. He then pushed him away and swiped the Mac-10. Before Jo Jo could utter a word of regret, David squeezed the trigger, letting off several rounds. The first round nearly tore off the top of his head, while the other four were embedded in his face and chest.
The two girls flinched a bit, as David knew the gunfire was loud enough for the whole building to hear, and in a panic he looked at the two girls and shouted, "Get dressed now!"
The two didn't need to be told twice as they hightailed it to the room. He quickly rummaged around in his pockets and came up with only a nickel bag, $90 bucks cash and, an extra gun on him. It was a .38 Special. He wasn't going to need it so he set it aside and patted him down some more and didn't find anything else.
"We're set," said Milky as the two came out with only their backpacks and some decent looking clothes on.
"Come on, lets go…Creamy, can you fire a gun?"
"Yea, why?" Creamy asked as she looked at Jo Jo's dead corpse.
He grabbed the gun placed the cold little revolver in her little hands. "Use this."
She nodded and pulled the hammer back as they were on their way out. Milky peeked out as saw people running out screaming, fighting. All hell was breaking loose, as some of the people were being trampled on and scurrying to get out of the building while putting their clothes on. Three of the thugs that were at their post saw David holding a gun.
All three of them were sporting orange colored sweat clothes, and were each carrying Ruger MP-9 sub-machineguns. The three started shooting wildly, not caring if any of the bullets hit any of the civilians. While some of them were ducking down, or heading towards the closest room for cover, David began firing several shots from the Mac-10. All seven bullets slammed into the first thug with extreme accuracy, causing him to fall back firing his gun, and hitting the other thugs hand, blowing three of the man's fingers off.
The man screamed in pain as he dropped the gun and tried to make a break for it, unfortunately he never even reached the elevator due to two .45 soft nosed rounds sinking into the back of the man's head. The back of his head was revealed as brain matter, and blood was now all over the floor and the elevator doors.
The last thug screw up his face and squeezed the trigger, only to hear a click come from the gun. He was in deep shit, as David and the twins walked up to him. Before he could grab one of the other Ruger MP-9's, Creamy sent a .38 slug in his shoulder and in his stomach. Blood was seeping out of the dying thug's wounds as David approached him coolly aiming the gun at him.
"Respect," said the dying thug as he had a scared look on his face.
David stared at him and replied with his own answer…in .45-caliber form. The thug stared downheartedly at David, as the rounds quickly entered and exited through his face and body, killing him on the spot.
"Come on…we're gonna take the stairs," said David as he grabbing two of the Ruger MP-9's and pulled out one of the clips and kept it for later use.
As soon as David opened the door for the stairs, he saw a trio of thugs opening fire near David, but missing him. David flew himself backward as several rounds that would have hit him, instead went into the cheap drywall.
He quickly scrambled up and popped off a round into one thug's skull. His lifeless body fell down a flight of stairs, never to get up again. The other two stared at their dead friend as Creamy took the upper hand and pulled the trigger from her gun. The bullet didn't enter in the man's head but it was close enough, as it sliced both of his eyes.
Blood started to gush out like a fountain, as he started howling and screaming shooting all over the place doing most of the work for David and Creamy. The screaming man continued to pull the trigger as the other one tried to run down the stairs but caught a stray round and fell off the rail. The man screamed for a short moment as he hit the linoleum floor snapping his neck.
"Don't have time for this shit," said David as he quickly emptied the rest of the Mac-10 into the blind thug's torso. He flew back against the wall and sank slowly dead, not moving an inch. The three started heading downstairs quickly with Milky behind her sister terrified.
Outside of the building a black tricked-out Patriot pulled up to the curb. The engines stopped and the door opened. E-Boy along with several other gangsters looked the people running and gunshots being heard.
He was 6'0 and very chubby, he was wearing a puffy shirt, jeans, and had on more platinum and diamonds than Puff Daddy, while his boys look like they didn't have a single piece of jewelry on them.
"The fuck is goin' on here?" he said wiping the sweat from his brow.
"Probably some pissed off customer boss," said one of the gangsters chewing on a toothpick.
"Well then lets give them a refund." E-Boy said seething through his teeth as he went into the trunk of the car and opened it. Inside contained a Ruger AC-556, an HK- G53, several Tec-9's, and cases of ammo. "Everybody load up! You find this punk motherfucker shooting up my establishment, let a nigga know…anyone that's rolling with him, yall can blast. I wanna kill the head nigga in charge that's shooting my place up to shit."
Another thug mumbled under his breath, "Like it already wasn't a piece of shit to start."
E-Boy turned around and glared exactly who said it. "Oh you think its shit?" he said cocking a Ruger AC-556 while staring down at his ignorant henchman. Before he could say anything, he slapped him hard on his face. "ANSWER ME!" he screamed.
"Hey boss, I was jus…"
Before he could finish, E-Boy let off several shots in the man's face, blowing it off. He didn't have the time to see hi body drop as he turned around to see his crew looking a bit scared. "Anybody else thinks it's a piece of shit?" he yelled
Nobody said a word and shook their heads no.
"Good…yall get lock n' loaded then." E-Boy said while everyone else was getting tooled up, getting ready for what was waiting for him or her.
End of Part 2: Save-A-Ho...get ready for the next chapter Will David and the twins make it out? Will Creamy get the revenge, E-Boy did to her and her sister Milky? Will I finish the next chapter a whole lot quicker this time? Tune in and fnd out in Chapter 5...its gonna be a bloodbath people!!