Here's Chapter 10! Hope you enjoy it! Don't forget to reply :)
Johnny was munching down on a chicken sandwich with the works while Lilly sat on the hard plastic bench unimpressed. The two of them were sitting outside the Cluckin' Bell while the sun was shinning and several people were out having a wonderful time. Lilly however felt like she was being dragged around and not having a great day so far.
Johnny had on a brown linen suit and shoes, while Lilly had on a pair of jeans and a blue spaghetti strap top and had her hair done in curls.
Lilly sighed heavily and Johnny took notice.
"What's wrong with you? You said you wanted something to eat. Come on and eat your fries before I do." Johnny said with a mouth full of food.
"Johnny, this isn't what I had in mind. Why couldn't we just go to that nice Italian restaurant a few blocks away or the steakhouse across the way from here?" Lilly said irritated and disgusted at the way her man was shoveling food down his mouth.
"Lilly baby," Johnny said between bites. "You said you wanted something with chicken and I don't feel like going all the way for the fuck it is you want."
"Johnny, look at this!" she yelled. "This isn't even fucking chicken breast," Lilly said pointing at her chicken nuggets. "This is reprocessed chicken ass that was breaded and fried in five month old grease."
Rolling his eyes he replied, "Why don't you try and be a little appreciative like a woman should be, and eat your goddamn food?"
She glared at him and held onto her soda with a firm grip nearly popping the top of the lid, while the intensity of her green eyes flared up and her body trembled. In her mind she was picturing throwing the drink at him, stomping in his little nuts, and slapping the shit out of him with the strength of ten angry women. She continued to vision hitting him, until Johnny tapped her hand and woke her up from her little dream.
"What, did I touch a nerve of something?" Johnny asked as he glanced at her chewing his food.
"What the fuck do you think?" Lilly replied angrily and sipped on her orange soda slowly, while Johnny rolled his eyes.
The cab arrived few minutes later at the fast food joint and David stepped out and paid the man. "Thanks a lot." David said paying the cabbie. As he headed towards the couple he said, "Hey Johnny, what's up?"
Knowing this was business once again, and she wasn't needed for the time being; Lilly got up, tossed her soda in the trash and started walking away pissed off close to crying. As she passed David, both of them looked at each other for a second. During that moment, she had a sadden look on her face as she started to cry softly. She wiped her eyes a little bit and hailed a cab. Immediately a yellow cabbie came by and picked her up.
When David turned to say something to her, Johnny stopped him. "Don't worry about Lilly. Poor bitch doesn't understand the meaning of a good meal."
David looked him like he wanted to clock him but quickly nodded. "I'm sure. So what are we doing for today?"
"Chill on the questions David, I'll explain." Johnny said taking a final bite of his food before discarding the rest in the trash and walked over towards his car; a white '98 Remington low-rider. The car had a dark blue trim on the hood, the roof and the back of the car. The windows were tinted, and he had a whitewall tires as well as gold plated twenty inch rims that sparkled. The car was also raised up a bit. The car looked like it was designed for a showroom showcase.
David whistled as they got to his car. "Damn…very nice."
Johnny smiled, "Nice indeed. There's only but so little of these babies left in the world. When I saw some old man giving his away, I made a good price with him. I also just got the rims polished before we left, the engine tweaked a bit, and some nitro strapped on this ride. I bet this car could go a bit faster than yours."
"Yea I bet."
Johnny handed him the keys and David opened the door. As they got inside, David looked around for a few seconds. The seats were dark blue and suede as well as the floor mat and dashboard. There was also a pair of white dice hanging on the rear view mirror, and a naked lady silhouette on the center of the steering wheel.
"Alright Davy, show and tell is over, start driving. Head over to Golden Szechwan restaurant in Chinatown, and watch this damn car. I got it fixed up a bit today, so no fancy crap." Johnny said getting in and closing the door.
As David got inside, he started the car and said, "A Chinatown restaurant? Shit, I thought you just ate man." He said laughing.
"Yea, cute David, real fucking cute, just drive. I have to deal with little problem with some Triads."
Triads? What am I getting into now man, David thought as he started to drive. The car jumped a bit as he gently touched the pedal and pulled out of the parking lot of Cluckin' Bell.
Johnny continued. "Those little fuckers owe me money for a while, and I've have been real fair with them, but enough is enough. Time I showed them what happens when they don't give me the money."
"I take it were going to wreck shit up." David said driving and cutting off a Flatbed.
"No, I'm wrecking shit; you're staying in the car. It's just a quick in and out." Johnny said pulling a weapon from the backseat. It was a pair of black Beretta Model 8000 'Cougar' handguns designed to fire .40 S&W rounds. He also then began loading both guns at a time slowly and started to talk some more. "I swear if I don't get what I want, I'll take those cocksuckers to war."
"Over one payment? Isn't that just making things worse?" David questioned as he made a small a turn and passed up a few cars.
"No, 'cause they have been making threats saying they don't want to pay and that there would be trouble if I came back again. So I ended up breaking some windows, a cash register, scared off some folks with gunfire, and as for the stupid fucker that said that remark to me, I ended up putting him on crutches. Of course they got scared shitless and ended up paying me. Hopefully it doesn't happen today. I hate having someone's blood and brains on my clothes when I kill someone because, dry cleaning is a bitch." He then stop loading and went to turn on the radio to some rock n' roll music.
"I hear ya. Well let's hope it doesn't come to that." David said as entered Chinatown.
There was noodle stand after noodle stand and people waiting patiently in line for what they wanted. Although David ate earlier, his stomach grumbled a bit cause of the smell of food around the area. He reminded himself to get a bite to eat around here someday. The entire place looked clean, even cleaner than the neighborhood David was living at.
"Make another left," Johnny said and he slipped the handguns in his jacket.
"Hey, Johnny, I got one last question." David asked while making the turn.
Johnny nodded and said, "Make it quick."
"What happens if shit happens in there? You still need me in there to back you up."
"I doubt it David, these guys might talk a lot of smack, but as soon as a gun is pulled out, preferably mine, they back down quicker than you can blink. Park over in front of the place, and keep the engine running. This isn't a social call."
"You sure you don't need an extra gunman on this?" David asked.
Johnny shook his head no. David nodded and parked over by the curb, while Johnny got out and kept a straight face on things and entered the restaurant. Inside the restaurant was very slow and barely anybody in there to eat. Johnny nodded and kept that in mind.
Heh, so far nobody, he thought. Johnny checked around some more till he walked towards the kitchen while several of the cooks, and waiters shot nasty looks at him. He didn't pay any attention to him; just as long as one didn't chuck a meat cleaver at him he or she would be fine. He saw one of the cooks leaning up on the counter resting his eyes. Shaking his head, Johnny easily walked over and slapped him hard on his face.
"Sleeping on job eh?" Johnny said with a laugh.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He cried out holding the left side of his face.
"Yea, I doubt that. Where's Han Lo? Payment is due." Johnny said unsympathetically.
"He's busy right now. You must come back later, he will speak to you then," said the waiter apologizing while picking up his glasses from the floor.
"Well he's gonna have to speak with me now, you four eyed chink." Johnny said bitterly and went up the stairs to Han's office.
Once he got up, he jiggled the doorknob and banged on the door several times. "Come on you jerkoff, I don't have all damn day." He continued to bang on the door ever five seconds, till there was a click on the door. He then opened the door and saw Han sitting on his desk peeling a green apple, and saw only two men; one on the left of the room feeding the fish, and one near Han. All three of them were wearing blood red suits and brown alligator skin shoes.
Inside the office contained a large desk, a large fish tank containing several kinds of fish as well as a couple of small clams. There was red carpet as well as a red colored lamp and drapes.
The guy must have a taste for things in red, Johnny wondered.
Han was an average height of six feet, and very lanky with a buzz cut as well as almond colored eyes, glasses, and a thin mustache. Han sipped slowly on his tea and looked up at Johnny.
"Good afternoon Jonathan Forelli." Han said with composure.
"Yea, you too Han. You know what I came here for." Johnny said taking a seat right in front of him. "Where is it?"
"Before I get to that, I would like to talk to you about the business you and I have," said Han sipping his oolong tea some more.
"Fine, start talking," said Johnny.
"Thank you, while I have been faithful to you and your business, we are afraid we can't give you anymore money Jonathan." Han said softly.
"I'm guessing you're trying to make me laugh, so I'm going to let that slide and ask you again," said Johnny as he pulled out his gun and rest it on his lap. "Where is the money?"
"Do you absolutely think a gun will scare me?" Han said setting his tea on the table.
Johnny smirked. "It did the last few times."
"Well not anymore it will."
As soon as Han snapped his fingers, both of Han's men quickly pulled out a handgun of their own; an FN Five-Seven. Johnny's smirk fell, because he knew guns like that, would tear through body armor, like a hot knife through cheap butter. Johnny realized they weren't kidding when they said no to him and backed it up. I should have brought David with me…fuck, Johnny thought to himself.
"You seem a bit nervous Mr. Forelli. Is there anything wrong?" Han said smirking back at him.
"Well you can tell your boys to put their guns down and maybe we can try working something out." Johnny said actually sounding a bit nervous. "Come on Han; let's not do something stupid here. Don't you see the problem here?"
"Yes I have…and you're the problem. You have pushed, insulted, barged your way in here like some common hood, take money from us and even when we really needed the funds you treat us with no respect or honor. Honestly Johnny, I'm getting pretty fucking tired of it, and today is a day for the Imperial-Nine Triads to stand up and take on whatever this city has to throw at us…starting with you."
Han snapped his fingers and the two men raised their guns at Johnny. Time seemed to slow down for Johnny, as he jumped out of his chair and fired his Beretta Model 8000 at one Triad. He squeezed the trigger, letting off a couple of rounds. While one hot .40 caliber round went into the skull of a Triad gangster, the other rounds slammed into the fish tank. The Triad fell back hitting the fish tank causing it to break open. Water and fish spilled out from the tank onto the dead thug, as Johnny decided to make a run for it. When he made it to the door, the other Triad quickly fired off three rounds, all of them scarcely missing Johnny. Johnny then fired another wild shot narrowly missing Han and instead hitting his teacup. The porcelain cup shattered as the bullet went right into the window.
"Don't just stand there, get him!" Han shouted as his subordinate nodded and raced after Johnny.
When Johnny headed down the stairs and into the kitchen, he was greeted by gunfire. Two rounds hit him squarely in the chest, but the Kevlar vest he had on underneath his linen suit didn't stop him from firing off more rounds; scoring a hit off one of the cooks that shot at him with an Uzi. The .40 hollow tipped round hit him directly at his chin. Some of the cooks were carrying cleavers, knives, or a pistol and chased after Johnny.
As soon as Johnny went out the back door shooting behind him and scoring more kills, more Triads were shooting at him. Another round drove right into his vest, making him recoil back a bit before he continued to run. He then emptied the entire Beretta Model 8000 into one thug, while he pulled out the other one and continued to fire.
Meanwhile, David was across the street from the car at a noodle stand getting ready to order.
"Let me have a small noodle bowl with chick…"
The sound of gunfire cut him off mid sentence, as David saw Johnny run out of the alley and fire more rounds off. He had a total of seven bullet holes around his chest and stomach. Luckily, nothing was bleeding out of Johnny's body. David ran and pulled the M92F from his pocket and saw who was shooting at Johnny. The Triads were spraying the street with automatic gunfire killing or injuring anyone that stood between them and Johnny. Shit, he must have really pissed someone off, David thought as he dashed towards the Remington low-rider and let off several rounds. One round went by Johnny as he nearly screamed but it hit a Triad in the center of his face blowing a hole right through him.
One of the cooks popped out of the back alley and had a hard grip on a meat cleaver. He then chucked it across the way only to have some innocent man catch it with his face. David witnessed the poor guy fall down while his little daughter next to him ducked down and cried.David took sight of the cleaver-throwing cook and fired off a bullet at him. The round went into the center of his body, blowing his heart out in the process.
"Start the car Start the goddamn car!" Johnny yelled as he ran towards David top speed.
David fired off a few more rounds hitting the kneecaps of another Triad and into his chest. When David's gun clicked, he swiftly reloaded his gun and continued to fire. One Triad came out spraying with an Uzi and sprayed manically at David. He hit several bystanders who were either too slow or too stupid to get out of the way and thought to himself enough is enough. When the Uzi carrying Triad began to reload David popped up from kneeling down and sent four rounds into the man's gut.
"David, come on!" Johnny yelled as he got inside the car.
As the Triad fell down while David ran up and grabbed the dead Triad's Uzi and ran back to the low-rider. Once he got inside, several more Triads including Han were all equipped with different submachine guns were walking behind the car. When David turned the key and started the car, Han and his men opened fire. The hail of rounds hit the trunk, rear bumper, and the back window. Luckily none of the bullets hit David or Johnny. David started to swerve narrowly missing some of the cars, and looked behind as the gunfire seemed to stop.
"What the fuck happened back there Johnny?" David said driving like an absolute manic exiting Chinatown though the freeway.
"Some bullshit, that's what. Don't worry about it." Johnny said reassured.
"Fuck that! They shot at you and me!" David said yelling.
"Only because your dumb ass fired back," said Johnny opening his shirt and checking for any injury.
"Yea and how would it look like if I didn't? How do you expect me to explain that to your dad?" David said exiting off arriving at downtown.
Johnny realized what he meant and nodded. "Good point. But now we gotta think on how to deal with this Triad problem. Take me back to my place."
"Let me guess, I'm in this problem as well?" David asked.
"Yea. By the way, might I suggest not telling this to my father all right? He's got enough problems to deal with the fucking Yardies." Johnny said taking off his vest. His upper body had several welts and bruises.
"Looks pretty damn painful," said David.
"It won't be the first time."
"By the way I think one of your tires is flattened." David said hearing an odd sound coming from the back of the car.
"Please tell me your joking," said Johnny as he too heard the sound from the car. "Fuck, park the car."
As David parked the car at the Cluckin' Bell parking lot, the two men got out and look at the car. Johnny grimaced at the bullet holes his car tolerated. The trunk and right side close to the gas tank was riddled with bullet holes, as well as the two back tires were flattened.
"David…kneel down and check to see if the car isn't damaged," said Johnny uneasily.
David nodded as he went back to the car and grabbed the Uzi he acquired earlier and went back to check the car. He knelt down and saw nothing of the sort so far and moved closer to check some more. As he looked he saw something he shouldn't have saw; two medium sized containers of nitrous oxide, a leaking gas tank and something hanging near by it letting off sparks every few seconds. Horrified, David scrambled back up and grabbed Johnny by the arm screaming, "RUN!"
"What's wrong?" Johnny yelled.
"JUST FUCKING RUN GODDAMNIT! RUN!"
The two hauled ass as far as they could till the car exploded behind them. The Remington low-rider exploded in a ball of fire and smoke, by going up ten feet in the air. Both of its doors were blown out as well as three of the tires. When it touched the ground, it sparked and blazed brightly and spewed out smoke. People were running screaming due to the large blast, while Johnny turned around and saw his prized car; torched and destroyed.
Johnny looked like he wanted to bawl. "My car!" he cried. "My fucking car…I'm gonna murder those motherfuckers!"
"Johnny just relax man, we got people around," said David trying to calm him down since there were several people looking at the blown up car.
"I don't give a fuck David! Those fucking Triads shot up my ride and look…JUST LOOK! It's blown to shit!" Johnny said screaming as he sank to his knees and shook his head in gloom. "I'm gonna kill 'em David. I'm gonna kill 'em all! The Triads want a war? WELL THEY GOT ONE!"
"I know Johnny…come on man. Let's get you to your place so you can relax. If you're going to war with these guys you need a clear head." David said picking Johnny up.
Johnny pushed him away picking himself off the ground and said, "I don't even feel like relaxing. I feel like slaughtering those slanted eye fucks!"
"Trust me, better to have a cool head than a hot one and do something fucking stupid." David said looking serious.
Johnny took this all in and nodded. "Yea, I guess…I'll call you when I cool down."
"Good. Just take it easy man," said David as he walked away from the scene and, hailed a cab for himself the old fashioned way. He stopped a cab and as the cabbie rolled down his window asking which way he was going to go, David quickly saw that the guy had his door unlocked. Quickly, David pulled the car door, slammed the cabbies head against the steering wheel causing it to honk, and yanked him out.
"That is my cab!" The cabbie yelled.
"Well its mine for the day, so start walking," said David scaring the cabbie with the Uzi pointed at him. The cabbie saw the weapon and ran off crying for help, which no one was even going to give him to begin with.
As he drove, off he saw a small fanny pack right on the dashboard, and checked to see what was inside. Inside the small pouch, was a small wad of tens and twenty dollar bills. He won't be needing it now, David thought as he headed to visit his mother over at the nursery home. Knowing how his mother acted, he prayed she wasn't raising all sorts of hell there. Then again after the way she talked to him on the phone earlier, he wouldn't even be surprised.