Alan drove up to the side of the strip club and saw a few of Paul's men standing in front of the place. They nodded at the two of them as if saying 'hi'.
"Thanks for the lift Alan," David said thanking Alan as he got out.
Alan rolled down his window and said, "Don't mention it. You need me to pick you up when you head out?"
"I'll be alright. I'll call you if anything should happen." David replied as he walked in. Inside looked slow, as there were only a couple of people sitting down looking at some of the strippers shaking what they had. Cathy leaned against the wall and nodded at him.
"How are you?" Cathy said hugging him.
"Pretty good. How's Randy?" David said hugging back. He looked around for a second wondering where he was.
"He's doing fine. He's in the office right now making some calls." Cathy said as the two of them sat down. "We actually managed to find out who tipped off the Cuban Cartel to shoot the place up."
David looked stunned. "Who was it?"
"It was a regular customer. He would throw away his money to some of those girls; it isn't even funny. Hell, he doesn't even look like the type that would." Cathy said as she tied her hair back.
"Who was it?" David said repeating the question.
Before Cathy could answer, Randy stepped out of his office and saw Cathy and David sitting down. He had on a plain black polo shirt and jeans as he, looked around and saw what a slow day it was. He stared at walked up behind David and patted him on his shoulder.
"How's it going little brother?" Randy said grinning.
David laughed as he hugged him finally seeing him after so long. "Randy, how have you been holding up?"
Randy laughed. "My shoulder still hurts like a bitch, but hey, it's nothing I can't handle. What about you? How's everything on your end?"
"So far, so good. Cathy told me that you and her managed to find out who was the little snitch that told Luis to raid us," said David.
"Yeah…we actually found out on one of the security camera's and saw who was the little shit." Randy said as he walked back. David and Cathy followed as they all walked inside Randy's office.
"How are you so sure you know it was this guy?" David asked as he sat down.
"Bolo apparently saw this fucker heading here for a while, when saw Randy helping me over at the bar that afternoon, he saw him run out and call up someone on a payphone across the street." Cathy said leaning on the desk close to Randy.
"So why didn't you guys get him before?" David probed
Randy sighed. "Because by the time, we stepped out to get him, we saw several Hermes cars shooting at us. That night when Cathy was having the place cleaned up, Bolo went to track him down. But that didn't help."
David cursed underneath his breath in Italian for a moment and then said, "Wait…Cathy you said this guy was coming in a lot right?"
Cathy nodded.
"Do you know which of the girls gave him dances?"
"Yeah," Cathy answered. "He was always ordering the 4-Deuces package."
"Wait…the what?" David asked wondering what kind of package Cathy just said.
"The 4-Deuces package," said Randy as he grinned. "We put you in a V.I.P. room along with four women for good long hour and you get anything you want."
David shook his head. "I didn't think you would turn the strip club into a whorehouse."
"Eh, it's an idea I had for a while."
"Well if you can find out which of the four girls was with him, we can find out where he is." David said getting up heading towards Randy's liquor cabinet.
"Cathy could you do that please?" Randy said asking her. She nodded and walked out of the office. As soon as she closed the door, Randy walked over to the cabinet, and saw David pouring himself a shot of whiskey. "I know you want to get this guy just as bad as I do."
"Randy, you don't even know the half of it." David mumbled and knocked back his drink.
"Quit being so fucking melodramatic David! Hell, it's not like you were shot up so badly you can barely think straight much less walk, and listed in critical condition." Randy shot back.
Randy had him there. The only thing David suffered was a flesh wound from a bullet, and welts and bruises on his chest due to the Kevlar vest that saved him. David never experienced death, unlike his brother who was bleeding like a runny faucet that day.
"Look I'm sorry," David apologized. "But it hurt me too, seeing you in the condition you were in."
Randy poured himself a shot and stared at it for a moment. "I know that. But don't worry; we're gonna get Luis for what he did. We're just going to crumble his crew from the ground up while we're at it."
"Good." David said with a sneer across his face as they knocked back their drinks.
Cathy walked in and smiled a bit seeing the two brothers together having a drink. She never saw the two with a happy expression on their faces since the day David saw him after being down in Vice City for four years. "Hey, I managed to talk to one of the girls."
"Who?" Randy asked.
"Well Sapphire, was one of the girls he always chose. She told me that the guy would get nearly drunk and confess some shit with her." Cathy said crossing her arms.
"So where is he at?"
"Apparently he's at his mother's house over on Toledo Avenue."
"Good, that's just a couple of blocks down the road. So we just splatter his brains out…followed by telling his mother sorry of course." Randy said snidely.
"If she doesn't have a heart attack seeing her son being shot to death first," said David laughing a little bit at the thought of it. "Come on bro, let's head over there."
"Well you're heading down to Toledo Avenue. I on the other hand, have more stuff to do." Randy said as he said down.
David shrugged as he said, "Fine. I'll call you up if anything should happen."
"Alright," Randy said as he waved bye to David. "Take it easy now."
David reached outside and walked for a while heading towards an alley and checked his gun. He had fifteen in the clip as he pulled the slide back chambering a nine-millimeter round. When he was finished he pocketed his gun back and went to find himself a car. His eyes wondered back and forth ignoring the lewd offers from several hookers, as he saw a grey Oracle cruising down the street and parked along by the curb. Wasting no time, David walked up towards the man getting out of the car and knocked his lights out with a vicious left hook. He then quickly patted him down for the keys and got them.
"I need this more than you buddy." David replied as he closed the door and started the car and drove off. He got his cell phone and called Randy up wondering something. "Hey bro?"
"Yea, what's up?"
"Just what does this guy even look like? You forgot to mention that to me." David said as he made a turn cutting off a biker.
Randy snapped his fingers. "I knew I forgot something, but yea the guy is very slim, like he doesn't eat or something, has brownish red hair and always wearing a Hawaiian shirt and slacks. He also drives a pink Oceanic with white trim."
"Alright, thanks," David said, hanging up the phone and heading towards Toledo. As soon as he entered the avenue, there were hardly any cars parked around the street. David slowed down a bit and saw the pink Oceanic with the top down pulling out of the driveway. So much for walking up to him and shooting him in front of his house, David thought as he stepped on the gas and tailed the car. David turned on the radio and listened to some music setting the mood as he stayed two cars behind him. Traffic around him was getting a little busy as he stayed on the same lane with the pink car.
The snitch was paranoid as hell, as he kept looking left and right. He had a shaky hand on the steering wheel while the other hand was fumbling for something to calm his nerves. He looked down and saw that it was poking out from inside the seat. Nearly foaming at the mouth, he snatched the vial and popped the top open. When he pulled himself up from grabbing what he wanted, he swerved from slamming into a fruit stand and instead plowed through a mailbox.
Stupid fuck, David thought as he turned following him. He continued following him until the snitch pulled up towards a small diner. He pink Oceanic parked right next to the side of the small diner. He waited inside the car for a few as the snitch stumbled out of his car. David continued looking at this guy for a bit and saw he was snorting something from a small vial. Probably SPANK, David thought as he saw the guy cough a little bit and have a lazy smile on his face walking towards the diner.
As soon as the snitch walked inside, David quickly got out of Oracle and followed going inside the joint. The inside of the diner looked the inside of the subway car as he sat himself down several tables away from his target. He relaxed himself down making sure that he wouldn't seem suspicious.
David saw that a waitress was taking the snitch's order and waited. In a couple of seconds the same waitress walked over to David. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and freckles, along with a slender figure and was chewing bubble gum rather loudly.
"What can I get for you today?" The waitress asked with a bored expression.
Ignoring the lousy service, David ordered. "Just a basket of fries and some water, no ice please."
"Sure thing," The waitress groaned, taking his menu away and heading to the kitchen.
David stared at the guy and saw how he looked from side to side, still paranoid. The rat bastard had every right to be nervous. Slowly, David pulled out the gun from his pocket and let it lay on the seat next to him. He kept it there, ready for him when the time was right.
In a short time, the waitress that took David's order came back with his fries, condiments, a pitcher of water and a glass. "Is there anything else you want?" She asked uninterested.
"Actually there is…see that guy over there rocking himself back and forth a bit?" David said gesturing to the snitch.
"Yeah, what about him," The waitress said as she glanced at him lightly tapping the vial on the table before bringing his face down towards it, snorting loudly. "Is he alright?"
Ignoring the second question she asked, David continued. "Tell me, what did that guy order? And don't be so loud about it."
"Umm, let me see," she said as she pulled out her notepad and saw what the man had ordered. "All he had to order was two grilled cheese sandwiches and chicken tenders." She said almost whispering.
David nodded. "I want you to make sure he waits for his food a little longer."
The waitress looked at him perplexed and slowly shook her head no. "Sir, I can't do something like that. He might get upset."
David went into his other pocket and peeled off two twenty-dollar bills and slipped them into her pocket. "Just do this for me alright? Make sure he waits for his food a little longer."
The waitress took the money and still declined. "I really can't sir. It just isn't ooh!"
Her protests were unexpectedly cut off, as David quickly grabbed her ass and pulled her towards him. She whimpered as his hands guided up her short skirt and began rubbing her inner thigh. David stared at her as she gave in to David's 'persuasion'. She slowly turned at him moaning lightly, biting her lip. Her hands started to shake a bit as she dropped the notepad on the floor, gazing at him like a helpless victim, not knowing what to do or what to say, but only to obey.
He continued rubbing her, the right way as he pulled her close till his eyes locked with hers and said slowly, "There's plenty more of that if you do what I ask. Now, do me a favor and make…him…wait. Do you understand?"
She quickly nodded her head yes and muttered, "He won't get it for at least ten minutes" .as David slowly withdrew his hand away from her and wiped it with a napkin. She continued looking at him as she slowly got up from the booth, nearly tripping on her own feet as she entered the kitchen still trembling from earlier. David was surprised that even worked. He remembered his brother doing it before and he would get either their phone number or a vicious slap in the face followed by getting cussed at.
David shook his head as he started putting some ketchup his fries while watching the snitch wait for his food. As he started eating he reached over and grabbed his gun. He figured why not? There were only a few people in here, and if anything they wouldn't even try anything other than run out the place screaming 'he's got a gun!' He relaxed himself as he ate another French fry while pulling the hammer back on his pistol. His eyes beamed at the center of his head knowing where to hit him.
Time to die asshole, David thought as he slowly raised the gun up from the seat, only to have the diner door open and throw his concentration off…four police officers.
Fuck.
As he watched them walk inside they sat down in a booth blocking David's view of the snitch across from him. Just my goddamn luck, David thought as he started to push the hammer forward on his gun back in place. He sat there with a basket of fries and a bit of a pissed off look on his face.
This is just what I need to make things complicated. What's next?
He heard them order some pie and coffee and began talking about arrests they did. David went back to eating; waiting for them to leave so he could get back to what he was supposed to do. Eventually the waitress came back with the snitch's order, and walked over to David handing him the bill followed with her home phone number, cell phone number, and email address on the side of it. Talk about getting the seven digits, David thought as he paid for his bill. He slowly sipped on his water waiting patiently as he heard the cops laugh. He then heard someone's phone ring across from him and saw that it was the snitch on it.
"Hello?" The snitch said with a mouthful of food. "You ready to go? Where are you? Yeah, they supposed to be having a party over at the Complex. See you there babe."
Fucking loudmouth…why don't you just let the whole neighborhood know where you going to, David pondered as he finished his water. He holstered his gun quickly so the cops wouldn't see and left the dinner. When he got outside, he went back into the car and called up Randy.
"Hey Randy," David said as he turned on the car and turned the radio on.
"Did you kill him already?" Randy questioned.
"No I didn't." David said disappointingly.
"So what the hell are you calling me for man?"
"He's heading to some party. I figured there's probably more of Luis's boys there I can take out." David said as he saw the snitch walk out of the diner wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Here he comes, gotta go." He quickly hung up the phone and watched him get back into his car and pull out of the parking lot, while David followed suit. He continued to follow him through the busy streets until he drove up all the way to Little Cuba. "Ahh, Little Cuba…what fun memories," David said sarcastically, remembering the gunfight he had at one of the clubs a few months ago. He rolled up the tinted windows making sure no one from the Cuban Cartel noticed him and turned on the air conditioning.
David continued his drive following him as he noticed him puling up towards a house. It was rather small but well clean unlike some of the houses around the block. He drove forward till he was a few houses down and parked the Oracle. He looked behind and saw the snitch honk his horn twice. In a few seconds, he saw a woman walk down the stoop and wave hi at him. She was a short woman with short straight black hair and brown skin. She didn't have much of a chest, but it made up for the size of her ass. The two of them were speaking in Spanish as she got inside the car. David waited some more until the car started to drive off and David continued to follow them.
The snitch was feeling uneasy as he felt like someone was following him. "Hey, Melissa, why do I feel like I'm being followed for some reason?"
"Baby, just calm down, you're seeing things." Melissa said softy as she rested her head against his shoulder.
"I can't calm down…I mean this car behind me. I swear to God, he's been tailing me since I left the diner." The snitch said panicking some more.
Melissa laughed. "What car? There are a ton of cars driving around on this street. You really need to lay off the fucking spank. It's making you more jittery and nervous than when we first met."
"Then you tell me just how the fuck am I supposed to relax then Melissa?" The snitch said yelling.
"I know what help you relax." Melissa smiled as she tossed her hair to the side and, went for his pants tugging down at the zipper. The snitch looked down for a second and was wondering what she was up to only for her to give him a wink and went back down to the matter at hand. She pulled his dick out from his boxers and started to suck him off slowly causing the snitch to moan and feel like putty in her hands as he started swerving the car from left to right.
"What the fuck is he doing?" David said out loud. He watched the car switch lanes back and forth nearly hitting some of the cars on the road. I hope he didn't catch on and saw me, he thought as he drove up a little more.
Back in the pink Oceanic, Melissa continued pleasuring him orally; working her warm wet mouth on him. He squirmed and felt her hand squeezing his balls tightly causing him to yelp and step on the pedal.
"Great now he's going faster," David muttered. He quickly picked up speed, following the car and trying not to crash.
"Damn Melissa! Y-you keep th-this up, I'm gonna fucking come." The snitch said moaning and gripping the leather steering wheel.
Melissa pulled her head from off his crotch and grinned. "Good." Without hesitation, she went back down on him, sucking him off like her life depended on it. This caused the snitch to drive much faster as he felt like he was burst any minute.
Back in the Oracle, David saw the Oceanic pick up some more speed. "He's either fucking with me, or doing something." David said shaking his head as he cut off a station wagon off and continued tailing him at 65mph.
Back in the other car, the snitch felt himself getting ready to climax. "Mel…Melissa. I'm…gonna cum."
Melissa heard him and smirked pumping her head up and down on him much faster than before and working her tongue like it was a snake. Her boyfriend couldn't take much more, as he gripped the steering wheel tighter till his knuckles were white. In a few short seconds, he cried out her name and exploded in her mouth. She continued to suck him down as he moaned deeply making sure she didn't waste a single drop. When she pulled her head away from his lap, she gulped his come down while reaching for some tissue in her purse. "See? Isn't that a lot better than snorting that spank up your nose?"
"Yeah…hell yeah," The snitch nodded his head slowly as he slowed the car down as they arrived at Brownstand.
David was behind them by three cars as he started to slow down himself. He knew exactly where the Complex was and remembered there was an Ammu-nation down the street. When the light turned green he made a turn passing the pink Oceanic and headed straight towards the gun store. Once he got inside, he made several purchases; a .44 Desert Eagle with two clips, and two fragmentation grenades. Once he was finished, he paid the clerk and walked outside back to his car and got himself ready.
He then drove towards the Complex and saw that there was an underground parking garage. The building itself was twelve floors tall, including housing for those less fortunate for a low price. It was turned from being a decent apartment complex, into a gang-ridden slum. When he pulled up inside, he pushed a button letting a ticket come out. He snatched the ticket and drove down inside the garage. He looked around for a few seconds and saw where the pink car was parked. He put the grenades in his pockets including the Desert Eagle and got out of the car.
As he stepped out of the car, he was greeted with the foul odor of urine and fecal matter. Jesus, smells like a fucking port-a-potty, David thought as he covered his nose and walked over to the pink Oceanic. He glanced around and saw that nobody was even around to see what David was doing. He looked through the windows and saw that no one was inside. Damn. He walked away from the car and headed towards an elevator and stepped inside. It didn't smell as bad as the garage as he took his hand away from his nose. He then checked his guns one more time as the elevator doors closed. Before he could press a button, the elevator lurched up slowly. He heard lots of people talking and loud music. Good, he thought. They won't be able to scream for anyone once I crash the party.
The elevator doors opened slowly and David saw two guys walk inside. He saw the yellow bandanas tied around their foreheads and saw they were part of the Cuban Cartel. Both of them weren't carrying weapons, which gave David a better advantage.
One of them looked at David and offered him a joint. David shook his head no. The thug nodded and asked, "You heading upstairs to the party?"
"Yeah, a friend of mine invited me, so I came here to see what its like." David said as he slipped his hands in his pocket.
"The parties that Marco has are pretty damn good." The other thug said leaning against the side of the elevator.
"Marco? Is that the guy, who drive's a pink Oceanic?" David asked wrapping his hands around the Desert Eagle.
The two of them looked at him and laughed. David looked at the two and laughed along with them.
One of the Cuban Cartel thugs spoke to his friend in Spanish. "How the fuck does this guy going to ask us if Marco drive a pink car? Matter of fact, this guy doesn't even look Cuban if you ask me."
His friend nodded as he lit his joint and spoke in Spanish. "I don't even think the motherfucker is here to come up and party."
"Your right, I'm not Cuban and I'm not here to party." David said slowly in Spanish causing the two to look at him in shock. "I'm here to kill Marco." In a flash, he whipped out the Desert Eagle. As he pulled the trigger back, there was a large deafening boom followed by a .44 caliber slug slamming dead center of the Cuban thug's forehead with the joint in his mouth. Blood and brains painted the side of the elevator while the other thug swung at David.
The Cuban thug missed hitting the metal wall. The thug cried out in pain as David grabbed the back of his head and slamming it off the wall. There was a small crunch as the thug fell on his back with a broken nose.
"Where's Marco?" David simply asked in plain English as he pointed the gun at the thugs face and pulled the switch for the elevator to stop.
"Go fuck yourself," He said glaring hard at David.
David shrugged as he shifted his aim and shot the man in the shoulder. The thug cried out in pain as blood poured out from the wound.
"Wrong answer…where is Marco?" David asked firmly. He pressed the hot barrel against his forehead and said slowly, "I will not ask you a third time." With that, he pulled the hammer back and stared at him coldly.
"Alright, alright, just don't kill me…he's on the twelfth floor with his girl. He…he doesn't want to be bothered." The man said shaking like he was ready to piss on himself.
"Well that's just too bad." David said as he went back and pressed the switch making the elevator move again while shooting the wounded thug directly in the skull.
As the elevator moved slowly, David pulled out his Beretta, thumbing the safety off and gripped both guns. He knew damn well he would need some extra help in all of this but it was too late. He was already here and by himself. He glanced at the indicator and saw that he was reaching towards the sixth floor. He heard the music thumping loudly as the doors slowly opened.
Tine to crash the party
He stepped out of the elevator and saw one Cuban Cartel thug drinking a beer and talking to a girl. David didn't care; all he saw was an enemy. David raised his Beretta and fired a hollow point at the man's neck. Blood spurted outward onto the girl's blouse causing her stare in complete horror. She slowly turned to see the shooter and saw David raised the other gun and fired off a few rounds in the ceiling.
"Oh shit!" The woman screamed as she ran away towards the stairwell.
Even though the music was pumping loudly, the gunshots were loud enough to make a few people look and see what was going on. Once they saw someone shooting it was more enough for anyone to think that the party was over and clear out. David continued walking pushing some of the people away as he continued his hunt. He saw one yellow bandana wearing thug peek his head trying to be nosy, and in the process he caught a nine-millimeter bullet right between the eyes.
One thug saw David as he continued walking and motioned one of his boys to grab his rifle. One of them scrambled to the bedroom and pulled out a PA3 shotgun from under the bed, and ran back out to hand it to him. The man gripped the shotgun and popped out blasting off a shell. It missed David completely as he returned the favor sending .44 and 9mm rounds into that room. The thug who held the shotgun took a .44 bullet in the chest and fell back lifeless. The rest of the thugs saw this and decided to pull out their guns and let him have it.
David snuck in one of the rooms and hid as he heard several gunshots ring out. He holstered both guns and pulled out a frag grenade from his pocket. He immediately pulled the pin as he stepped out and tossed the grenade in the other room. He heard several thugs yelling obscenities followed by an explosion three seconds later. He peeked out and saw one of them spray his Uzi back and forth in the hallway yelling. David waited till his gun was dry, and came off from his cover. Pulling out the Desert Eagle, he emptied the remaining rounds into the thug's body causing him to spin and fall face first on the ground. His eyes rolled slowly in the back of his head.
David ran towards the room where he threw the grenade at, and saw that it did some considerable damage. He heard a few moans and groans and decided to end their miserable pain by snuffing them out with a bullet to the head. The music was still going on as David quickly reloaded his guns and grabbed the PA3 shotgun off of the dead Cuban. He pumped it once as continued walking pointing the shotgun to see if anyone was trying to be slick. So far there was no one on the floor but dead bodies. He decided to take the stairs since it was the best way than the elevator.
David ran up the stairs towards the next floor and slowly opened the door. He walked out and slowly walked down the hallway towards the next stairwell. He walked by one room only hear the sounds of weapons being cocked and open fire at David. David's eyes widened as he jumped out of the way. He saw there was a small table and knocked it over. It's a shitty use for cover but it will do, he thought as he went behind it. He raised his PA3 and blind fired hoping he hit someone. He did, splattering a guy in the face. He raised his Desert Eagle and fired off a few rounds. David must have had luck on his side because he managed to kill three of them in seconds and not even look. He saw an open room and shoulder rolled to it, narrowly missing the incoming gunfire.
"Come on motherfuckers!" David yelled. As he stood up he felt a sharp pain on his waist. He looked down and saw that he was bleeding. He gritted his teeth and looked to see how many were left. He quickly counted and saw that there were ten of them, all armed and pissed. David didn't let it get to him as he pumped his shotgun and came out from his cover. He quickly aimed and sent a hail of twelve-gauge buckshot the thug's upper body. He flew a few feet back crashing onto the ground. Feeling risky, he cocked the weapon once again and fired at another thug striking him in the hand…and blowing it off. He went back into cover and heard the man scream loudly like a woman as he gazed at the stump bleeding freely on the carpet.
"MY HAND! MY FUCKING HAND!" He screamed as he fell on the ground in sheer misery.
"Quit your fucking whining!" David yelled back as he pointed his Beretta and blind fired some more. "You still got another hand left!" He emptied the Beretta till he was out, and switched to the Desert Eagle. He popped from his cover and unleashed hell in .44 caliber form into three thugs. All three of them were headshots. Seven dead…three left…well two and a half if you count the handless little fuck still crying, he pondered as he reloaded his guns one more time. He was down to his last clip on both guns and decided to use the shotgun till he managed to pick up some ammo for his Beretta. He picked up the shotgun and pumped it a few times to see how many shells he had remaining. Only two came out. Shit, he thought as he loaded the shells back in and cocked it.
"You dead motherfucker! You hear me? Dead!" One Cuban thug yelled out as he raised his Tec-9 and sprayed at the wall. Bullets nearly found their mark as one went through a wall, whizzed past David's ear and went into coffee pot. David ran towards some more cover as the pain of his side began to hurt a little more. He went behind a worn out leather couch and ducked as the guy continued to shoot at David. The thug walked in and looked around a few seconds. He walked in slowly, eyeing at the work he did.
Shit, David said to himself as he gripped the shotgun tightly in his hands. He aimed upward in case the guy decided to walk over to where David was.
"Come on out! You scared of a little gun!?" The thug screamed as he looked around and was starting to leave.
David took notice and slowly crept up behind him. He didn't make any sudden surprises until he accidentally kicked a 9mm shell casing. The thug turned around only to have David kick him squarely in the nuts. The thug dropped to his knees and, opened his mouth to scream but instead had the barrel of the shotgun in his mouth to muffle the noise.
"I'm not scared at all…are you?" David said with a sinister looking sneer.
The thug tried to talk but only muffled voices came out as tears started to flow from his eyes.
"I take that as a yes," said David as he pulled the trigger back and watched the thug's head explode like a cantaloupe with an M-80 firework shoved inside. The two remaining thugs were scared shitless as ever when they saw blood and brains and skull remains spray part of the hallway wall and on the hallway floor. David stepped over the dead body and walked over to the hallway. They were so fucking scared of him, the immediately dropped their guns and practically begged not to be killed by him…especially the one who was missing a hand.
"Oh shit…shit, shit, shit! Look man, don't kill me please! I'm fucked up as it is." The handless thug pleaded showing his bloody stump of where his hand used to be.
"I'll say." David said laughing looking at the stump. "Well give the man a hand!" David said laughing more clapping his hands mocking the wounded thug.
"Come on man! Can't you even show a little fucking mercy?" The other thug said looking pitiful and sad.
David sighed lowered the shotgun and pondered for a few seconds. He raised the gun up and said simply, "Fuck no." He fired the last 12-gauge shell right into the man's chest killing him. While the other one grabbed his missing hand and tried to run away towards the elevator, but never made it to the doors as both of his kneecaps were blown out from the .44 Desert Eagle. The guy was on his knees crying out in pain as he struggled to leave, only to have David walk over him, press the barrel on top of the man's head and pulled the trigger. Blood jetted out from his nose and mouth from the sheer force of the bullet as the thug fell down. As if David wasn't finished, he emptied the remaining six bullets in his back.
When everything was finished he checked the pockets of his fallen enemies for cash and any ammo. He only managed to scrounge up a few hundred dollars and, two clips for his Beretta. He went up the stairs heading to the next floor and saw that there was no one there at all. He then continued his accent up the stairs once again and saw that there was music playing. He walked over to it and turned it off. He was getting tired of hearing the same old techno beat.
As he walked over to the next flight of stairs he saw that there was a keg and a few empty plastic cups. "Shouldn't let it go to waste," he said out loud as he filled himself a cup and downed it in two gulps. He filled the cup one more time and was on his way.
By the time he reached the twelfth floor it looked a lot different. The look of the place was ritzy and stylish, even the carpet looked clean. It almost looked better than the apartment he was staying in. As he walked down he saw that all the doors were opened except for one. He walked up to it only to hear a woman moaning followed by a few loud slapping noises.
"Yeah! Oh, fuck! C'mon papi, fuck me harder! Ohh!"
While slowly drawing out his Beretta, he jiggled the lock to see if it was open, but it was locked shut.
"Yes! Oh, God, yes!"
Whoever is in there carrying on like that damn…she's getting it good…good enough to be in porn with the way she's talking, David thought as he looked around to see if anyone was going to show up. So far, there was no one. David pressed his ear wondering if this was the room Marco was in. The only he thing he heard was the woman moaning out obscenities
"More Marco, I want more! Please Marco, pretty please, you know how I want it1 Pound it! Fucking pound my cunt till its sore Marco!"
That's the one, David said smiling lightly as he gripped his gun and fired two rounds into the door. He then kicked the door open, and Marco screamed like the time he had first gotten fucked in jail while Melissa screamed in fear as she covered her naked body halfway with the sheets frightened as hell.
"You know, I would wait till you two were finished, but I said fuck it. You had your fun." David said as he walked inside the luxurious room.
"Look man, the money is in the safe, the combo is 39-32-10! Take anything you want." Marco said scared out of his mind.
"Shut the fuck up and sit." David said as he pulled up a chair and sat down while aiming the gun at the two. "Now Marco, may I call you Marco? I mean you're girlfriend was screaming it as it is so I can only assume your name is that." He looked at her up and down for a few seconds and laughed. "You know, for a snitch, you do have good taste, I'll give you that. But anyway, the reason I'm here is because I believe you tipped off to the Cuban Cartel a long while ago the location of a strip club all the way in the Red Light District and had them come there to shoot the place up…do you recall that?"
Marco eyes darted around the place as he tried to talk. "Nah man, I don't know what your talking about. I don't know any strip club over there…Matter of fact I was…well I was umm…well I don't know any cartel you're talking about…"
David twirled the gun and smacked him hard with the butt of his pistol. Marco grunted as he fell down, while Melissa screamed at what was going on. David stood up and kicked the man hard in his stomach, causing him to cry out.
"Oh my God, stop hurting him!" Melissa protested.
"Stop hurting him? Well then maybe he shouldn't lie to me." David yelled back. "Get up, you piece of shit…get the fuck up."
"Please man…please, take anything you want ok? My money, my car, hell if you want, you can take Melissa! She can suck dick like she invented it, just don't fucking kill me please." Marco pleaded and started to sob like a little baby.
Melissa heard the last part and threw a pillow at him. "Fuck you Marco, your just going to hand me over to him so you can save your own ass? Fuck you!"
"Fuck you too bitch!" Marco spat back still sobbing.
"I got an idea, how about you two shut the fuck up!" David yelled back, causing the two to hush up quickly. "I want to show you something…look up Marco." He pulled out two pictures. One was Marco inside the club getting a lapdance, and the other picture was him talking on the phone.
"I don't know who that is," Marco lied.
"Don't play dumb…you know, if there's two things I hate in the fucked up world are snitches…and liars. Now you already got caught, and you want to lie to me in front of my face? You think lying, and bribing me is going to make me save face and walk away forgetting what you caused? Do you think I was born yesterday, you miserable little jizz stain? Well? ANSWER ME, YOU FUCKING SNITCH! ANSWER ME!" David yelled backhanding the shit out of Marco and stared angrily at him with eyes that would make a diamond shatter into tiny pieces.
Marco couldn't say anything as he blubbered hysterically he looked around and looked at Melissa who was scared out of wits end.
David slapped Marco again. "Don't look at her, she isn't going to answer it for you, look at me! LOOK AT ME AND ANSWER MY GODDAMN QUESTION! DID YOU THINK I WOULDN'T FIND OUT AND LOOK FOR YOU? David yelled at the top of his lungs. "Because of what you did, my brother was in the fucking hospital shot up! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF BITCH?"
Marco didn't know what to say as he felt like he was staring at the face of the Grim Reaper himself and was shaking. The only words that sputtered from Marco were, "I-I-I'm sor-so-sorry."
David scoffed as he looked at Marco. "You're sorry? Did you hear that Melissa? You little snitch of a boyfriend says he's sorry! Well that's just going to make everything alright now will it?" Marco slowly nodded his head, only to get hit with the butt of the gun against his head. David had enough of the bullshit as he pulled the hammer back of his gun. "Say ahh."
"Ahh-mmuph." Marco muffled as he had the barrel of the gun shoved in his mouth. Marco coughed and gagged as he felt the barrel press inside his mouth more.
"Don't act like it's your first time." David said as he heard Melissa sobbing. "Shut up Melissa." He said sternly, but it wasn't working as she started sobbing loudly. David pulled out the Desert Eagle and pointed it at her. "Didn't I tell you to shut you're goddamn mouth woman!?" That caused her to shut her mouth fast and started rocking herself back and forth to try to relax. A lot what you can do with an empty gun, he thought as he look back at Marco. "Let's go outside…this room feels stuffy." David said as he pushed Marco towards the patio. Marco slowly opened the doors and David pulled the barrel out of his mouth and wiped the spittle on Marco's chest.
"Why are we doing out here for?" Marco asked.
"Well…normally I would butcher you without giving you a chance to scream for your mother. But I was told to tail you and take you out. But before I do so, I want to play a little game with you. Let's play, 'what else does the snitch know?'" David said with an expressionless look.
"What do you want to know?" Marco said as he glanced at his girlfriend looking unhappy.
"You work for the Cuban Cartel…you don't look like you fit the part, but if I man has the money to have thugs in this place protecting the place and having a so-called party…well I'm sure you get it. But I want to know everything about where Luis's other men at…so I can pay them a visit of course." David said as he continued looking at him with the gun pointed at Marco's face.
"All I know is that I'm a bagman. I don't do much other than that. Pablo is his right-hand-man. He owns a yacht and usually has a party on there once a month over by the Fleetwood docks. Ramon is his personal hitman. The guy usually works out a lot at the gym over in Little Cuba. That's all I know…please, let me go. That's all I know I swear." Marco yelled.
David popped him in his mouth and said, "Alright, alright, take the base out of your voice. Thank you…this is valuable info."
"So what, you're going to kill me now?" Marco said disappointed.
"That depends on how you want it…to be honest, I am a fair man. So I'm giving you a choice. Either I shoot you point blank in the face, or you jump off and pray to whatever deity it is you pray to, that you survive the fall from twelve floors down. You got until the count of five to make up your mind, or I'll make it up for you."
"Wait…let's be reasonable!" Marco said as he backed up slowly from David.
"How bout no…one…two." David said as he slowly gave Marco the countdown.
"Please man! Don't do this!"
David wasn't hearing any of it and continued. "Three…four."
"Fuck you and your brother! I hope Luis kills you guys!" He screamed as he jumped over the metal railing and fell from twelve floors like he was auditioning the role for a Latin, naked, superman. He screamed at the top of his lungs for a few seconds, as there was a sickening crunch when he landed on top of his own pink Oceanic silencing his screams, including his life.
David looked over and saw where he landed and smirked. "If I were a judge, I'd give that an nine…nice form and a nice landing." He walked back inside and saw Melissa pointing a gun at him. Her eyes were red from all the crying she did the whole time.
"I should fucking kill you where you stand, you bastard!" Melissa screamed as held the little .38 revolver in her hands.
"Try it…and see what happens." David said as he walked up to her unmoved by her audacity to point a gun at him. He stared at her directly in her eyes as he raised his Beretta at her head.
She stared at him shaking out of anger and most of all fear. Melissa choked back on her tears as her grip loosened "Don't…please don't kill me." She said softly as she looked at him with big brown eyes. "Don't kill me please."
"Drop the gun, and I won't have to." David said simply and slowly pulled the hammer back to prove his point.
Melissa stared at him thinking that he would probably blow her brains out without hesitation. Her grip on the gun starts to loosen and falls on the queen-sized bed. David nodded at her showing she did the right thing to do and pushed the hammer back. He looked at her and walked towards the safe Marco mentioned. He entered the combination lock, and opened it. Inside the little safe contained six thousand dollars, a small package of heroin with a needle beside it, and a platinum pocket watch. He took the money as well as the pocket watch. Once he was finished, he pulled out the heroin and the needle and tossed it over to Melissa. With all the shit that just happened, she looked like she needed a best friend…and David wasn't the one to do so.
"What am I supposed to do now?" Melissa stammered.
"Jack yourself up with some H, sell the jewelry and the drugs he has, whore yourself…do whatever you want. Just remember, you snitch on me as well, and you'll be getting the same treatment as your boyfriend. Understand?" Melissa nodded quickly. "Good." David said as he walked out of the room leaving Melissa alone.
When he reached outside he saw several cop cars coming towards the complex. He ran out the other side evading the police as he headed down the block and made it out of there he stared at what happened and smiled to himself. Luis cartel was coming to an end and David was going to be there when it crumbles.
He pulled out his cell phone and called up Randy, when he heard the phone picked up, he spoke. "Hey bro, it's done…turns out the snitch was Luis bagman."
"Is that it?"
"Nope, he sung like a little bitch, and told me the location of the other places where the rest of his crew are at. When he was finished he practically threw himself off his apartment."
"Nice work."
"Yeah…I'm gonna head to Johnny's place and see how he's doing. I'll pick you up if you want." David asked.
"Nah, I'm alright. Besides, I need to check up on the business. See you soon." Randy said hanging up.
David put his phone away and saw the car dealership wasn't too far away. He jogged all the way over there feeling good and seeing that it wouldn't be too long till Luis would be six feet deep.