A/N: Well here it is like I promised everyone...Chapter 5!! Thank you all for your reviews and comments, keep sending me more if you have any questions, thoughts, and/or suggestions. You can also email me on or a nice little IM on AIM (screenname is ghettorprince187 I'm usually on alot) with what you think of the story so far..so without further more interruptions, here is the exciting conclusion to "Save-A-Ho" chapter!! Hope you enjoy it!! I sure as hell did
While E-Boy and the rest of the crew were loading up more shots were heard from inside the apartment building. E-Boy was now pissed as ever, as he cocked his rifle.
"A'ight, yall know what time it is. I want all of yall to rush the punk motherfucker that's wrecking shit up. Come on!" E-Boy yelled out as some of his crew was nodding, cocking there weapons and proceeded towards the building like a cliché scene of a gangster movie.
Meanwhile David and Creamy were still shooting the place up like it was the wild west. By now, David was holding the .380 he had hidden from the small of his back, and a Ruger MP-9 in both bands letting off shot after shot into several thugs, while Creamy finally managed to get her hands on something a little bigger than a .38. She held onto a Desert Eagle with both of her small hands and, fired a .50 caliber round directly into one gangster's chest. The gangster started to plummet down on the bloodied floor. He struggled to get up groaning in distress and aimed at Creamy, but was sent back to the ground by a pair of 9mm rounds from David's gun directly into the gangster's head.
"How much fucking further!?" Milky screamed hiding behind a wall scared out of her mind.
"We're very close," said David emptying rounds into another thug's torso and face. The .380 then clicked, and David chucked the empty gun right into another thug's head knocking him out cold.
"Great…and in the meantime we have these cock stains to deal with," Creamy shouted letting off more rounds from her Desert Eagle right into a man's skull causing half of his brain to spill out. "Goddamn, you see that shit?" Creamy said ducking down to reload smiling her ass off.
"Pretty much…don't get cocky," said David, pulling back to reload his Ruger MP-9 with the last clip, and started to spray the hallway with gunfire.
One thug caught a bullet in the eye and fell back hard while the other's finally had some common sense and pull back while letting off pot shots. One of the rounds nearly hit David but became embedded into the wall. David gritted his teeth and leaned out see some of them retreating. Pussies, thought.
His eyes flew to the guy that was knocked out due to David throwing the gun right at the poor bastards head. The man was groaning and suffering a nosebleed.
"Unngh…my fucking head," said the bleeding thug rolling around in pain.
David walks over to the man quickly and lifted him up. He pined him against the wall with a gun aimed at his temple.
"Lets tell each other some secrets…you first." David said in a low tone aiming the gun right at him. "And don't get any blood on my clothes punk," he added.
"Wait, wait," said the bleeding thug. "You don't have to kill me…"
David interrupted. "Then start talking and maybe you'll just walk away with a broken nose, instead of a bullet to your brain. Where's E-Boy?"
The thug looked at the clock hanging by the wall and looked at David's glare and slowly said, "He should be here any minute now…he has a bunch of his posse along with him…if I was you, I'd start praying."
The last thing he heard before David sent a bullet into his brain was, "And if I was you, you should have already did that instead of being a smart ass."
David stared at his dead corpse for a few seconds. And I was going to let the fucker live…oh well, David mused for the moment and, turned to the two girls signaling them. "Lets go…I don't want to spend another minute here."
Both of the girls agreed and headed down the stairs along with David. As they reached towards the first floor, they started to hear a guy screaming is head off and a slap. Milky cringed in fear as her sister looked at her.
"The fuck is going on?" E-Boy said yelling at the woman by the lobby desk.
"I don't know, one minute someone everything was going good, and then it's fucking out of control here."
E-Boy snarled and slapped her fiercely and watched her fell off the chair. His gang and himself busted out laughing, while she held her face feeling the sting of the slap.
"Fucking cunt…look for this nigga, ya feel me?"
E-Boy's mob nodded and started to look out for them.
"He's here." Milky said quietly.
"E-Boy?" David asked.
The two sisters solemnly answered with only a nod. David then heard other voices. I'm guessing that must be the posse…now what, David said to himself thinking. He didn't want the mission to end up in failure so it was best to leave them, in the upper floor till it was safe. That's it, David thought finally.
"So what are we gonna do?" Creamy said holding the heavy pistol.
"You two go and find a hiding spot…I got this." David said as he switched the safety on the Ruger MP-9. "Creamy, hand me your piece."
She nodded and handed the bulky pistol. The gun felt a bit cumbersome, but it was strong enough to put any man or woman to rest. The two then slowly went upstairs trying to not make any clatter till Milky sneezed. The sound echoed causing some of E-Boy's thugs bustle to the stairway.
"Oh shit," said Creamy fearing her life as the two ran like a bat out of hell.
David could hear them coming closer and prepared himself raising both guns at the door. As two thugs headed towards the stairs, David kicked the door open hard, sending the two sprawling downward to the ground. Before they could realize what could happen next, David sent bullets from both guns into their bodies.
"The fuck was that?" E-Boy asked raising his rifle.
A thuggish looking chick was looking around holding a Tec-9 and said, "Hell if I…"
Before she could say another word, a .50 caliber round was now in her neck tearing her trachea, vocal cords and the jugular vein in bloody chunks. Blood gushed from her wound as blood was spraying everywhere as she fell face first to the ground with a thud.
Blood was now on his white puffy shirt and his Binco brand-white sneakers. The color of the blood matched his eyes as he yelled at the top of his lungs, "OH FUCK! KILL THIS MOTHERFUCKIN BASTARD!!".
"Hey Eric!" David, called out from the hallway hiding a bit. "So you go and slap women around and rape them huh you sick fuck? When I'm done taking care of your crew, I'ma make goddamn sure your full of holes like a fucking sponge."
On that note, David popped out from his hiding spot and sprayed another one of his homeboys. 9mm and .50 caliber slugs entered his dome and upper torso, making his body jerk and twist as if he was creating a new type of dance, as he fell back with his eyes wide open and his mouth slack jawed.
David continued firing the Desert Eagle and scored a hit on a thug's kneecap making him stumble and still fire his Tec-9 till it went empty. The Desert Eagle was now empty and David leaned forward to grab a Tec-9 from the dead gangster and started shooting at E-Boy but missing him.
For a fat guy, E-Boy was quick. He dove behind a wall huffing and puffing and popped off several rounds from his Ruger AC-556 missing David way off. Several of his boys were easy pickings from David's merciless slaughtering streak.
Another one had the balls and tried to play it smart hiding, and blind firing. None of his bullets made any flesh contact except the woman that E-Boy smacked earlier. She took a round right in her thigh and was groaning in unquestionable pain. David saw him slightly peak his head to look and start to reload his sub-machine gun.
Taking the occasion, he unloaded round after round from the Ruger MP-9 and the Tec-9. The first two rounds went into the thug's cranium, while the rest shattered bones, teeth, splattered insides and blood right next to E-Boy. The thug was dead before could he could hit the piss stain floor.
E-Boy's face and shirt was now 100 covered in his homeboy's blood and bone fragments. Not only was he pissed off for having blood on him, but also this guy he was facing was too damn good for words.
Out of fear, he appeared out and unloaded his rifle directly at David. In sheer luck, E-Boy scored a hit…somewhat. The bullet only cut David's shoulder and went into a fire extinguisher. As he went for cover, David saw the cut on his shoulder. It wasn't a deep cut, but he was beginning to bleed slowly, and he could barely feel the pain as it is. He started to blind fire for a moment so E-Boy could pull back.
Ok…the son of a bitch got a lucky shot, nothing new. He's a poor shot and he's wasting ammo as it is…perfect, David thought to himself with a smile. He saw the bag of the guns he came in with near the desk. E-Boy wasn't near the desk, but he could get a shot in David if he let him.
Quickly, he checked to see how much he had remaining in the Ruger MP-9 and saw he had two bullets left. He then checked the Tec-9 and saw he had nine rounds left. He then, quickly ejected the rounds from the Tec-9 clip and loaded up the clip for his other sub-machine gun.
"What's the matter?" E-Boy yelled out popping off more rounds hitting the walls and ceiling. "You turning pussy on me? Come on out nigga, I got a surprise for ya."
Yea…me too, David thought to himself with a menacing sneer.
Without delay, David began to let off the entire clip of his Ruger MP-9. The slugs were hitting dead bodies, windows, and even the walls, although he was missing on purpose. E-Boy saw exactly where he hid off too and continued to shoot, still missing David. He ran towards the desk containing his duffel bag, and hid right behind the desk. He pulled out the Mossburg 500 shotgun and leaned out to see E-Boy getting up. His face was smeared from the blood of his fallen comrades, his shirt stained, and his eyes glowed a vicious angry red, as he continued to fire off more rounds from his automatic rifle.
"Yea now, what's wrong huh? You were actin' all tough and shit…what's the matter kid? Out of bullets?" E-Boy bellowed walking slowly. "You see, if your gonna be actin' all hard talking that shit, bustin' your guns out and ran out of bullets…your ass needs to know when to stow that shit, know your place, and reload motherfucker." E-Boy was now less then ten feet away from the desk. He grinned like a manic as he raised his gun towards the desk and squeezed the trigger.
CLICK!
E-Boy's eyes widen as he first looked slowly at the gun, then at the dead bodies lain all over the floor…then at David rising up, pointing the sawed-off Mossburg at him.
"Thanks for the advice."
E-Boy turned and tried to hightail it, but couldn't even get a few feet away from him as, David sent a shell of 12-gauge buckshot right into the chubby thug's legs. E-Boy screamed in horror as he felt both of his legs blown off. E-Boy fell hard on the ground screaming out in a mix of curses and tears. Slowly, he began crawling slowly towards the door leading outside, but to no avail. The two girls ran downstairs after hearing him scream and saw him bleeding terribly from both of his stumps.
"Jesus…" was all Creamy could even say.
David pumped the Mossburg and didn't even see the expended shell fly out as he walked up to E-Boy and pointed the shotgun at him.
"Turn over Eric…"
"D-don't be saying my name ch-chump," said E-Boy stammering out the words.
Shaking his head David said, "Your name is the least of your worries…I got two girls here that want to share a few words with you."
"W-w-who?"
"Us."
The two girls walked over looking pissed off as ever and each of them was holding a gun; Creamy with a .44 magnum and Milky gripping the AMT .44 Automag.
E-Boy laughed softly. "You think so? Ladies…my two beautiful queens. Handle this chump for me."
The two girls continued to glare hard at him. From then on E-Boy soon realized they meant business…big time.
"Come now, I'm not playin' with you two…kill him," said E-Boy but his words were fallen upon deaf ears as two raised their guns at them. He gulped then said, "Oh I see how it is…after the shit I did for yall, your gonna do this shit to ya king? Shit, you couldn't betray your king…shit…I know you two…too damn scared to do anything…yall bitches just talking shit…I know for fact you ho's wont bite the hand that fed you two bitches," said E-Boy with full confidence smiling.
"Wanna bet?" Milky said angrily as she held the heavy pistol and pulled the trigger. A .44 slug entered into his pudgy stomach, opening him up badly.
He coughed up blood starting to die. "F-fucking bi-bitch."
It was the last two words he could push out of his mouth as two ladies, pumped hard with both .44 magnum bullets entering into his body. His body was full of holes as the two both emptied their guns. Milky eyes were filled to the brim with tears as she dropped the .44 Automag and quickly snatched the shotgun David was holding and aimed it right at the dead gangster's face. As small as her body was and as heavy as the shotgun's recoil was, he wasn't so sure to let her use it, but he kept his mouth shut. She held on tight and pulled the trigger blowing his face off. Blood, brains, bone fragments and, the occasional gold tooth flew near upward and all over her feet. The recoil of the weapon nearly knocked her off her feet but she quickly collected her bearings, pumped the gun again in tears and sent another shell, blowing off his arm. She then fired another shell opening his chest. E-Boy's body was so shot up and blown away to where he couldn't even be identified by anyone at all. It was pure overkill at its best.
Milky was now sobbing, and Creamy looked at her biting her lip and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Its ok sis…he isn't going to bother us anymore…shhh its ok kiddo."
Creamy held her sister and started crying her eyes out feeling that everything they went through with E-Boy was finally over. David looked at the Kodak moment and then at E-Boy's body. He was nothing more than a hunk of dead meat; he wasn't even considered a corpse.
"Come on…let's get out of here…it's the Feltzer convertible across the street." David said walking out of the musty apartment building holding the duffle bag in one hand and Colt Python in the other. He inhaled the air as they headed towards the car as Milky got into the backseat and Creamy went into the front.
David pulled the cell phone he left in the glove compartment and started to call up Randy. He knew Randy was going to be happy as hell when he heard the good news.
"Who you calling?" Creamy said wiping her tears.
"Your new manager." David said with a wink.
Randy was sitting in his office squirming in his chair while knocking back a glass of Alizé. The song 'I Wanna Sex You Up' was playing in the club while the music can be heard from the ventilation in the office. A topless Kathy came up from between his legs with a small grin stroking him tenderly. Earlier, Randy was stressed out of his mind and needed some comfort and relief. When saw Kathy's giant breast, round ass, and pretty face that he gave her break and needed to 'talk' to her in the office.
"Damn baby…remind me to give you that raise you've been asking me about," moaned Randy as the phone rang.
"I haven't even asked you for one though hon." Kathy said in a devotedly voice looking up at him with a cute look on her face..
"Shit…oh well, I guess you got one now" Randy said laughing as Kathy smiled and went back down to the task at hand as the phone continued to ring. "Got this phone ringing and shit…well I got some business up here, you finish up the business down there…hello?"
"Hey bro," said David as he took a small turn exiting the slums and was now on the freeway. "I got the girls, they're dying to come see you."
Hearing this and also Kathy's tongue ability nearly made him fall out the seat. "You what? You got them both? Thank you a lot little brother, I couldn't thank you enough…mmm damn girl, use both hands…"
"Randy…who you talking to?" David asked as he honked the horn at a Rumpo van that wouldn't let him pass.
"Ohh umm…mmm shit…nothing man, mind ya business. Just meet me at the back door of the club-b-b fuck…don't use your teeth." Randy said softly gripping the arms of the leather chair.
"Yea no problem they got a bit of blood on them but don't worry, they aren't hurt," said David finally making a pass and heading towards the Red Light District. His then went a little wide as he heard the music, as well as sucking noises from the phone coupled with slight moans and groans. "Randy…what…the hell…"
"Never mind that kid…just get them here…Kathy will get them cleaned up." Randy said knowing he was getting 'cleaned up'. "J-j-j-just meet me there and I'll hit you off with some cash brother…oh fuck."
"What? What's wrong? David said hearing more noises. "You alright?"
Randy was groaning and squirming more in the chair starting to climax and quickly said, "Gotta go!" He hung up the phone and busted his load in Kathy's mouth nearly passing out.
"So what happened?" Milky said wiping the sweat from her brow.
Knowing exactly what Randy was just now up in, he answered. "He said he can't for you two to come."
Both girls nodded and smiled, knowing they were in good hands of a decent man. Tactless, short-tempered, and annoying…but better than the dead thug who was laying in his own apartment building he had as a whore house. A king dead in his own kingdom…a death fit for a king by the hand of his two 'queens'…call it irony or justice, he finally got what was comming to him.
A/N: Well how did you like it? Pretty gory aint it? But its just the beginning... tune in for "Chapter 6: Starlight" , cause there's much more to come in this story for our badass hero David!!