David continued weaving through the busy streets as the, day slowly came to an end. It was typical as most people wanted to go home before every freak, druggie, and lowlife oozed their way onto the street. He made a turn towards Canker Street and made another passing by Carter Park. Feeling bold, he hopped onto the curb and drove through the park, zigzagging through several trees and through an open basketball court. He then exited out the park and, hopped off the sidewalk. The moment the motorcycle was back on the street, David cut off a Walton pickup truck, causing it to slam into a light pole.
Fucking idiot, David thought as he made his way towards Brownstand. He ran a red light, and remembered where the safehouse was. 720A Eliot Way, he remembered, making a hard right and passed the Brownstone Auto Dealership. Should be here a few blocks down. Hope the owner isn't too busy.
He finally arrived in front of the place and saw that it was in need of a fix. The metal front gate looked rusted, as well as the broken mailbox, overgrown weeds, and trash all over the place.
David scrunched up his face at the smell of the trash as he walked up the stairs to ring the doorbell. The moment he pressed the bell, he received a small jolt from the button and staggered back with a yelp. "Goddamn!" he cried out. He rubbed his finger in pain and saw someone open the door, only to have the barrel a Sagia-12 shotgun pointing at his face.
"I told you motherfuckers, I'm not interested in no damn Watchpalace!"
Defensively, David threw his hands up and, tried his best to talk it over. "Look, I'm not a Jehovah Witness alright? I hate 'em just as much as you do!"
"So what the fuck are you here for? You too old to be a popcorn sellin' Boy Scout, and you aren't asking for a donation for some useless liberal charity. You're a cop aren't you?"
"No!" David yelled.
"Well I didn't see nothing! You hear me? NOTHING!" The owner yelled pressing the barrel against David's chest. "Now I suggest you walk away from my steps while you still have your fucking head intact!"
"I'm not a cop! I was here to purchase the fucking building you had on the Crapslist ads! Put that damn gun away!" David shouted.
The man stared as embarrassment sunk in, causing him to lower the gun down. "My apologies… it's just been hectic the last few days."
"Yeah, you and me both…can I come in?" David asked lowering his hands.
"Yeah, sure, come on in." The owner said as he turned around and walked inside. "You got any questions about the place?"
"A few," David answered as he walked inside.
The owner was a skinny African-American with black hair that was graying on the sides. He was in his mid-fifties, wearing an old fading olive drab coat, steel-toed boots, and black jeans. He had a silver chain around his neck with a single bent dog tag with the ace of spades on it.
The inside of the brownstone didn't look that bad compared to what was on the outside. There was light brown carpeting, matching the walls. The two of them walked into the living room, where there was a small coffee table with stacks of 'Technically Legal' porno magazines. The magazine on top was showing amateur of the year, Mojave Silver.
"Well what do you have to ask me boy? I ain't got all damn night." The owner demanded.
"You're the owner Roger Stroll right? The man I talk to about seeing the place on Craplist"
"In the flesh," Roger answered. "This place has three rooms one bathroom, and a garage perfect for two cars and a motorcycle if you can squeeze that in as well."
"I'm the one interested in buying the place." David explained.
"Well, then, you have the down payment?"
"Better," David said as he went into his pocket and handed him the check Paul wrote for him. "I got you a check for seven thousand."
Roger looked at the check and at David struggling not to laugh. "I was expecting cash, buddy boy. Ten-thousand."
"You said online that it was seven thousand!" David yelled. He quickly regained his composure and started behaving himself. "Well the check is legit. I just got the damn thing earlier today." David complained. "If I even bothered taking it to a check cashing joint, you know they will want their cut."
"Well, I guess you're assed out then." Roger snickered. He looked at what David had on and had a thought in his head. "Well there is something we can work out."
"Like what?" David asked raising an eyebrow.
"I used to be a bit of a card player myself back in the day. Man, summer of 1994 I was on a roll. I was up fifty-seven thousand and the dealer…"
"Look, I hate to interrupt, but what does this have to do with anything I was asking you?" David asked wanting to get to the point.
"I was suggesting if you wanted to have a simple card game with me." Roger said as he sat down on a green suede couch.
"Well depends on what kind of game we're playing. I'm usually good at roulette and baccarat." David said as he found himself a medium sized wooden stool.
"Well I don't have a roulette table here, and I don't know what the hell ba…carrot or whatever you call it…"
"Its baccarat." David said correcting him.
"Well I don't know what the fuck that game is! How about a single hand of five-card stud?" Roger said as he pulled out a deck of cards that was next the stack of magazines. "Nothing wild. One hand. If you win, the house is yours for the amount you got."
"And if you win?" David wondered.
"The price is set back at ten thousand. No questions asked." Roger said, setting the terms firmly to David.
"Deal then." David said as he watched Roger shuffle the cards like a talented dealer David saw at the Starlight Casino. He glanced at his watch, and saw that he was going to hurry this card game up. He then saw Roger dealt him five cards and glanced at them. He raised an eyebrow at them and glanced at Roger looking at his.
"So then how many cards do you want young buck?" Roger said turning down the TV as the show I'm Rich started.
"I'll take two." David simply said.
"Two cards? Shit…my guess is you trying to chase a full house." Roger said slyly as David discarded two of his cards.
Shit…how did he know I was shooting for that? David thought as he grabbed the two cards Roger handed to him. He lifted the two cards and looked at him. He nodded his head, not wanting to show any kind of emotion to throw Roger off. Just keep a good poker face David…or whatever that bitch says in that song.
"Dealer takes one," Roger said out loud, discarding a single card and pulling out one from the deck. He looked at it and scoffed.
"I take it you got what you wanted right?" David said, his lips forming a small smirk.
"Maybe…maybe not." Roger said smirking himself as well. "Why don't we just jack up the stakes?"
"What you got in mind?" David said questioning Rodger's intentions.
Roger went into his old coat pocket and pulled out a small diamond ring with a gold band and a single half a carat diamond shaped heart in the center. He then, placed it on top of the stack of magazines. "My sisters diamond engagement ring. She left her husband back in Liberty City in 2002. Found out he was into some freaky shit on the computer. You know that Little Lacey Surprise…"
"Spare me the damn history story," David interjected. "I see your ring, and raise you my watch." David took his watch off and, placed it next to the ring. "So Roger, what do you have?"
Roger laughed as he grinned. "I think you better get your scuba gear ready boy. Cause I'm about to give you a certified flush." He presented his cards; all five of them were diamonds, with his highest card being a jack.
David shrugged lowered his hands. "All I have is a pair of kings."
"Hah!" Roger laughed. "I guess, I still got it."
"Not to mention these three aces." David concluded as he placed the remaining cards in front of Roger, showing what he had. "Looks like I win this game." He went into his pockets again and handed him the check. He then took back his watch. "You can keep the ring by the way."
"Eh, it's alright." Roger said defeated. "I got twelve more just like that one. Give it as a souvenir or give it to some lucky bitch. Well, a deal is a deal. The place is yours now. I'll just have my shit out of here by a week." Roger said as he gave him a key to the place.
"Well it's a pleasure doing business with you. Take it easy." David said as he got up and left the ring there as a symbol of mutual respect. He quickly headed out, pocking the key to the place and, hopped back on the PCJ-600. He peeled out, heading his way towards the freeway, cutting off cars left and right. One of them being a 2001 Blista van as it spun out of control and crashing into a rail. Out off the way jackasses, David thought as he was careening through the busy streets at 110mph. He saw that the exit to the Red Light District, and made a smooth turn nearly colliding into a Linerunner.
The neon lights were already flickering on as David entered into the district. Hookers, pimps, junkies of every sort, were now coming out into the nightlife. David turned and saw a chocolate skinned hooker with short curly black hair, letting some construction worker feel up her breasts with his rough hands. The hooker was looking rather annoyed and bored, while the construction worker was grinning, palming and massaging her chest through her blouse.
"All right buddy, you had your free sample, so unless we're gonna knock boots, I don't have time fo' this shit." The hooker explained.
"Alright, babe. Hundred sound good enough for ya?"
"Good enough for me baby." The hooker said with a smile as she snatched the money and linked her arm with his.
The two of them walked to the trailer near the construction yard. Rumor had that a whorehouse, disguised, as a hotel was almost complete. David had a feeling that Randy would probably want to expand into something like that and make more money. The light turned green, and David sped of, heading towards his brothers strip club.
It only took David a few minutes to arrive as he waved at the bouncer Bolo and slowly drove it through a small alley and behind the club. Once he parked the bike, he got off and walked around to the front of the club.
Once he was inside, the song Bump N; Grind by , was just starting as he walked around seeing the twins Milky and Creamy grinding against a pole half naked, making bedroom eyes at the audience. The men in the crowd were whistling and throwing their hard earned money at the stage, begging for more. One of them was begging out loud for the two to kiss. The rest of crowd agreed and urged the two to perform the act. He two sisters heard them well and, grazed each other's lips teasingly but that was all he was going to get no matter how much cash everyone was throwing at them to see the two.
David continued walking and passed by Sapphire who nodded at David as he sitting on some guys lap, enjoying a martini. As soon as he got to the bar he then saw Tiffany serving up drinks. He didn't see Cathy anywhere near the bar.
Tiffany, wearing a red halter top, which matched the color of her high heels and thong. She didn't have on much make-up unlike the rest of the girls. She only had on lip-gloss. She noticed David walking and greeted him cheerfully.
"Hey David! Want a Kamikaze?" Tiffany suggested as she poured a drink for him.
Not wanting to be rude, David accepted it and knocked back the shot. He set the shotglass down and looked at Tiffany. "I didn't know you knew how to mix drinks."
Tiffany laughed. "Neither do I. I'm just glad Cathy left these flash cards on how to make anything,"
"Speaking of which, do you even know where she is?" David asked.
"She's in the office with Randy, talking about some business he's planning with the bar." Tiffany said as she started making another drink. "Want another?"
"Nah I'm going to head to the office to talk to Randy. Thanks for the drink." David said as he handed her a ten.
"Hold up, let me get you your change."
"Keep it." David said as he walked away.
The club was unusually busy. During most nights, there were only a handful of people in. Now it was wall to wall.
Randy's probably got some special lined up for these people. Probably cheapened the lapdances so more people can show up. David mused as he arrived in front of the office door. He knocked on the door twice and waited. No one came to open the door. He then jiggled the doorknob and saw that it was unlocked. Turning the knob, he opened the door and stepped inside, only to witness his naked brother screwing Cathy from behind. Holy…shit, David said to himself as he saw Cathy's wanton cries, as well as her 44D tits bouncing back and forth. The office smelled of sweat, musk oil, and sex, as there were clothes all over the place, papers on the floor including a pair of black panties covering Randy's telephone, which was off the hook.
Her eyes were closed shut, as she kept moaning. "Oh fuck Randy! Yes, baby, push it in a bit more! Oh shit!"
Decided to get their undivided attention, David stepped in, and slammed the door loudly. The two were startled, Cathy being the most as she covered her chest with an embarrassed expression on her face. Randy on the other hand slowed down his fucking and sheepishly smiled.
"Hey bro!" Randy said as if it was nothing at all. "Took you a while to get here."
"I was securing a safehouse in Brownstand. Milky told me that you needed me to come here right away." David said as he looked away from the two and stared at a picture of the two of them during Randy's high school graduation. "Do you two mind?"
"Maybe I should let you two brothers talk," Cathy said still covering her chest. "I'll just get dressed and head back to the bar, Tiffany probably needs me."
"That won't be necessary," Randy said as he started picking up the pace again.
"But…mmm…y-your brother is…i…in-in he…here!" Cathy stammered as she quickly tightened up, and shivered.
"Meh, he's family, not some peeping tom." Randy laughed as he leaned forward and pulled her hair a bit.
David shook his head. "You know I can just wait outside the door till you two are done if you don't mind. No need to subject me to this shit."
"Quit complaining David…you've saw me fucking a girl before back when you were sixteen." Randy said wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"How would you know?"
"Who was in my closet video taping it? I can tell when there's a red light blinking…in the dark no less."
Cathy laughed; followed by biting her lip the moment Randy slapped her ass.
"Anyway, what did you want me for?" David demanded, quickly changing the subject.
"Well it turns out we know where Pablo is." Randy said as he stopped for a moment and made Cathy lay on her back this time.
"Yeah, at Fleetwood docks." David said reminding him.
"Randy, grab my tits!" Cathy yelled out, starling the hell out of David.
Randy complied and continued fucking her, while explaining the situation to his little brother. "Well that huge yacht that he claims to have? Turns out it's a big one."
"Harder, Randy! Harder! Oh yes!" Cathy yelled out again while rubbing herself with one hand and gripping part of the desk with the other.
"What's the name of it?' David asked struggling to not pitch a tent in front of his brother and Cathy.
"S.S. Conquistador. It's a big ship, but tonight, Pablo is having a get-together on his ship." Randy said he now sat back down and prompted Cathy to ride him. He grabbed onto her hips and, made her go up and down, he continued to talk. "It's semi-formal, so wear something classy yet comfy bro."
"Oh! And…by the…way," Cathy's moaning turned into high pitched squeals of delight, as she turned her head at David. "N-no weapons at-at all!"
Great…can't bring a single weapon on board, David said shaking his head trying to block out Cathy's moaning, but it didn't help since he was five feet away from the promiscuous couple. "What time will the boat leave the dock?"
"At…ten…so…I'd get…moving," Randy said in between grunts. He leaned and pushed a small envelope for David. "I managed to swipe it from a Cuban Cartel flunkie."
"Suppose it has his name on there? I don't look Cuban at all." David dissented.
"It doesn't have the guys name on it. Other than that, get on the ship, walk around a bit and wait till it's away from shore." Randy said muffled due to the fact that he had his face in a pair of tits.
"And let me guess, kill him?" David said sarcastically.
"That and blow the ship up." Randy said squirming as Cathy was now grinding down on him. "I want to send a message to Luis when I take out his last lieutenant. I want him dead little bro alright?"
David was staring at Cathy's breasts which were bouncing and shook his head, bringing himself back to the matter at hand. "How am I supposed to blow up a ship with no weapons? Not to mention when I do cause the boat to sink, how the fuck am I supposed to…"
"You'll think of a way," Randy said assertively. He got up and made Cathy bend over the desk before entering in her again. "You got about two hours till that ship leaves, so get to it. I'll wire the money to ya when that ship has sunk."
David nodded as he got up and took the ticket. When he was walking towards the door, he would Cathy almost screaming.
"Randy! Oh my God, I'm gonna come! Oh yes, I'm coming!"
"Me too babe!"
"Do it! All over my ass!" Cathy begged.
David shook his head and left the office slamming the door shut, not wanting to hear another word from those two. He checked his watch and saw that it was fifteen after eight o'clock. Not wasting any time he started leaving the way he came. He saw Tiffany still struggling to make drinks for people only now Bolo was near her keeping any on her any of the girls, making sure they were safe. He waved at the two of them as he left the club and headed to the back of it through the alley. Once he made it, he jogged to the PCJ-600 and hopped on. First thing he needed to do was head, home to shower, then jet down to Modo and get something decent on him. The clothes he had on looked nice but, he was already sweating and there was a slight tear on his shirt. Not to mention he had the stink of gunpowder on him according to his mom. Putting the helmet on, he started the engine and drove out of there heading back to Cecil Apartments.
It only took David ten minutes to finally make it back after weaving through traffic and nearly colliding into a hot dog stand. He parked the bike in the garage, took the stairs instead of the elevator to his floor and made it to his apartment. As he started stripping his clothes off the second he closed the door, he saw that it was now eight-thirty. He quickly showered for a short moment and got out, almost slipping on the tile floor. He quickly went to his room and sorted through the clothes in his closet. He had a few nice clothes that would be suited for this kind of thing.
"Fuck Modo's…I got what I need." David said out loud and picking out what he was going to wear. He grabbed a dark blue silk dress shirt along with some matching dress pants, and dress socks. Once he was done putting all that on, he put back on the black suede shoes. Afterward he grabbed a royal blue blazer and threw it on along with his gold Crowex watch. He looked at himself in the mirror and touched up his hair a bit with a comb and gel. Once he was finished he checked his watch and saw that he now had only an hour.
"Ah, shit!" David cried out as he started heading outside, grabbing his cell phone and wallet he left on the floor. He ran down the stairs and went back on the motorcycle and quickly drove off. He didn't bother putting the helmet on as he started the trek towards Fleetwood Docks. Hope this ship has some good food and hope Pablo is there so I can deal with him. But the bastard knows what I look like. Then again, anyone would if they had a broken hand, a broken arm, and a bullet in the kneecap thanks to me. I gotta play this one cool…like a spy which means don't let him see you…till you have to kill him.
He stopped thinking as he realized he was on Syracuse Ave passing by the Greek café Spartans, and three blocks away from Fleetwood Docks. Smiling, he drove past a beige Huntley Sport SUV, not knowing he just passed by an SUV belonging to the Cuban Cartel.
Inside the Huntley Sport SUV was Pablo driving nervously, while several Cuban Cartel members were inside. All of them were suited for occasion as well as carrying HK MP5K submachine guns and a Glock 22 as a sidearm. Pablo's hand was still in a bandage but he was able to move his arm around, as well as bend his leg. The car phone rung loudly and Pablo pressed the button to turn on the speaker phone.
"Yeah?" Pablo said making a stop at Xoom gas station/Rusty Brown Ring Donut store.
"Have you made it to Fleetwood Docks?" Luis said as he was laying in on a king sized bed with silk sheets, and Melissa snorting a line of cocaine while masturbating with herself.
"We made a stop for some gas. Listen, I think we might need more security at the ship."
Luis could tell the edginess, that Pablo was scared out of his mind. Melissa stopped masturbating and started nudging up against him. She slipped her hand downward and began stroking Luis's manhood from under the blanket and smirked. Luis returned the smile and let her carry on. "Listen, my friend, I've already dispatched enough security at this party. Not to mention you need to be there to make the sale on some of the stuff we have on that ship."
"I know that, but, how do we know that this killer isn't going to be at the party? I mean Marco supposedly committed suicide along with his entire crew shot up, and Ramon was shot and burned to death. This guy is a nutcase…he wants us dead!" Luis shouted as one of the Cuban Cartel thugs patted him on the back telling to calm down in Spanish.
"Relax, Pablo…those invites were sent to the exact people that I wanted there. There won't be any surprises, I assure you." Luis said confidently. "Now make this money and, chill the fuck out alright?"
"Sure thing boss…sure thing," Pablo nodded. Before he could say another word, Luis hung up.
"Mmm, papi, who was that?" Melissa whispered in his ear.
"Nobody you need to worry about. Now be a dear and, finish up. You got yourself a long night." Luis demanded as he watched Melissa wet her lips, sink her head down under the sheet and, perform oral sex.
Pablo still didn't feel so great after Luis's so-called 'pep talk'. A lone gunman killed both of Luis's lieutenants, and he was next on the list. Thought of it made Pablo's bandaged hand shake.
"Hey you doing all right?" one of the gunman asked as he was drinking a small cup of coffee.
Pablo glanced and tried to play it off. "Oh, it's nothing really. My nerves are acting up."
"You don't want anything?"
"I'll be alright…come on, lets go. We're going to be late for the party." Pablo said as he got inside the SUV along with everyone else. "Make sure the others guys at the ship keep an eye on everyone."
"I'll call and let them know."
Up ahead, David was across the street from the docks and parked the bike in the lot. He saw an assortment of nice and expensive looking cars, ranging from top of the line supercars, to classy four-door sedans. On his left there was a champagne colored '08 Infernus supercar. On his right was a forest green '08 PMP 600 as well as a red '01 Banshee with white racing stripes.
"Christ…these cars make this motorcycle look like a fucking joke," He muttered as he cut the engine and stepped off the bike. Once he quickly straightened himself, he walked along with a bunch of people and glanced at his watch. It read 9:38pm. David sighed glad to know that he had made it with enough time to mingle, eat, and figure his way around the ship. He then saw how nice everyone was dressed as they walked towards a ramp showing their tickets to a Cuban who wore a black suit with a yellow tie. He couldn't help how some of them walked around suspiciously had yellow ties. My guess is that have on yellow ties to recognize each other tonight. Still, why would they wear shades at this time of the night? Is it supposed to make them look cool or something? Bunch of fucking retards if ya ask me, David thought as he shook his head and got in line. He waited for several minutes before he was in front of three people.
One was taking the tickets; the second was moving a hand-held metal detector around each person to see if they were carrying any firearms, while the third one was handing out menus.
"Excuse me sir, you have a ticket?" The first person asked him having his hand out.
"Yeah, I do." David said in a calm manner as he went into his pocket and pulled out the ticket and handed it to him. "Quite a bunch of people here tonight."
"Yeah, this is probably the biggest party Pablo has thrown," The guard said as he looked at the ticket. "Well everything seems to check out fine."
"Alright," David said glad that his cover wasn't being blown so far. "You know when Pablo will be here?"
"He hasn't shown up yet. Guy likes to make an entrance, the last time he threw a party on his ship, he arrived by helicopter."
"Guy's a bit of a showoff?" David said making light conversation
"Sorta." The guard shrugged.
David nodded and continued walking until he met the second guard. "I already know the procedure man. I went through this kind of thing at a bus station once."
"Shut up and, stand still," The guard muttered as he waved the metal detector around. So far nothing beeped except for David's watch. The guard looked at David suspiciously, and David gave a guilty smile. "Alright, you're all cleared, get lost."
"Damn man, don't get pissy cause you hate your job," David scoffed as he walked along and was presented by the third guard, only this one was a short petite blond woman. "I take it this is the part where I'm frisked?"
The woman laughed. "No, not today, I'm here to give you a menu. We have a special tonight on lobster tail and fettuccine alfredo, with your choice of wine, beer, juice, or soda."
"Thank you, I'll keep that in mind." David nodded as he took the menu from the woman and got on the ship. He looked around and saw more of the same suited thugs wearing yellow ties and shades.
The deck of the ship was marvelous, as he saw several tables, a small band that was playing Mambo-Gozon by Tito Puente. He turned his head slightly and saw that the wine glasses were gold rimmed, including the utensils.
A waiter walked up to him and smiled. "Good evening sir. What will you be having for tonight?"
"A glass of Chardonnay, and the steak medium rare, extra mushrooms, and scalloped potatoes please." David said politely, handing the waiter the menu.
The waiter thanked him and walked off, only to come back a few short minutes later with a bottle of wine, and opened it. Once he did he poured a glass for David.
"Thank you. Leave the bottle for me," David asked slipping the man a five for his troubles. As the waiter walked away, David took a sip of his wine. Nice looking people, good wine, good food I bet, nice looking place. It's a damn shame I'm going to blow it all up. It would've been nice to own this ship,he thought as he finished his wine, and poured another glass, while listened to the music the band was providing.
A/N- Originally I had finished this chapter about around the beginning of September, but I kept thinking it needed more into it. So after a while of editing this, I'll fill you in on a few things. Watchpalace is apparently a spoof of the Jehovah Witness pamphlet Watchtower. Mojave Silver is another spoof to former porn star Cheyenne Silver (personal favorite haha), Technically Legal is a spoof from a real magazine called Barely Legal of course. The Greek cafe Spartans is a spoof of a Greek cafe in San Diego called 'Daphne's'. Also the scene where Randy is briefing David what to do while he's doing Cathy as well was inspired from the mission in Vice City 'Martha's Mug Shot which had someone having sex in that one while wondering what needed to be done (I think we ALL remembered that one haha). Well that's that for this latest installment of Hollow Point and, until then, read and review, Stay tuned for Chapter 28 and have a great day! ^_^