"Get inside man!" David yelled as he saw an open back door to a Binco clothing store.
It was starting to pour heavily as they made it inside. As Randy closed the door behind him, David was looking around for a light switch. It was dark and dank as Randy stubbed his big toe over an empty fire extinguisher.
"Careful man!" David warned.
"Don't worry about me; just find the friggin' light switch." Randy groaned as he then had to feel his way through the dark till he found a chair. As he sat down he heard his younger brother grunt as he was knocking into stuff. "Did you find it?"
"I think so…hold on." David muttered as he moved his hands around a wall. After several seconds, he then found a nub. "Think this is it." He said as he flipped the switch upward.
The fluorescent lighting came on, causing the two brothers to cover their eyes for a brief moment. They were in a cramped storage area, several boxes were lying around; each of them containing clothing that were either dirty, torn, or disfigured.
"Come on, time to get dressed." David said as he looked around for a shirt that was his size.
"Fuck that shit, I'm not wearing any of those nasty as clothes." Randy said dismissively. "There gotta be something better than that bargain bin crap."
"This is Binco! We don't have time to look fucking stylish!" David screamed at his brother. "I swear to God, you're picky on just about everything; cars, women, clothes. Shit, you're picky on the kind of drink and how it must look! Fuck!"
"Whatever," Randy said as he opened the door to walk inside the main store. Although David was right in every way, he wished that his brother didn't have to point it out.
The light switch that David turned on earlier also turned on the store lights. There were several rows of clothes, shoes, underwear, and even a sale on tube socks saying 'twelve for two dollars'. There weren't any security cameras around, as Randy looked around and grabbed a pair of black socks, along with a pair of matching boxers.
"Come on David, wear something fitting!" Randy yelled. There aren't any security cameras around here, trust me!"
David had to admit, finding something that was going to fit him. After going over what was there, it wasn't going to help him at all. "Alright, you win; I'll be there in a minute." David called out, as he walked towards the door. The moment he opened the door, he saw his brother grab his shotgun racing back towards him. Before he could utter a word, Randy pushed him back in.
"Turn off the fucking lights!"
"Why?"
"I think I saw someone…a security guard I think."
David raised an eyebrow. "Are you fucking serious? Do you see what we are packing? He tries anything and we put one in his kneecaps."
"What if it's a Yardie?" Randy said sounding worried as he put on the boxers he acquired.
"Which one is it? Is it a Yardie or a security guard?"
Randy poked his head out for a quick second, and went back. "It's a security guard."
"Not to worry, he tries anything, he clock him and bring him in. Besides, a little beauty sleep never hurt anyone." David guaranteed. He brought his pistol up and looked at his brother. "You ready?"
Randy took several breaths as he brought up his automatic shotgun. "You know it."
"Good." David said as he started walking out. He saw the security guard, just walking around, mumbling about who turned on the lights.
The security guard was in his mid-thirties, who was also slightly overweight, but still packed on a lot of muscle. He then looked around as he walked over towards the cash register and leaned against it. He started to pick his nose, oblivious to the two brothers that were walking up slowly to him.
"You might wanna pull that finger out of your nostril and put your hands up." David said, aiming the Glock at the guard's head.
The guard shifted his eyes as he saw the barrel of the gun only a couple inches from him. "Look man, I don't want any trouble."
"Neither do we buddy. Go take the gun you got in your holster and drop it to the floor, and we won't have to result to violence." David said, promising him. He then looked at him slightly.
The security guard did as he was told, and kicked it away from him. He continued to have his hands up, as he looked slightly scared. Either he had a set of balls on him, or he was trained for situations like this. Either way, his face was unreadable.
"Look, take you want, and just get out of here. I won't call the cops, I won't pursuit you. I just wanna work my shift. Hell, I'm working on my day off just so I can collect some overtime."
"Nobody asked for your sob story asshole!" Randy said as he kicked him in the back of his legs, causing him to yell as well as, fall to his knees. "Besides, did we tell you to talk?"
"Randy! You don't have to do that to him!" David warned as he glared at him.
"Why did you use my name? Now he could let the cops know!"
"I said, I wasn't going to tell no one anything," The security guard said as he stared to get a bit nervous.
"Shut the fuck up!" Randy shouted.
"Randy will you stop?"
"He's packing a gun! For all we know he probably would kill us!"
"Do you always think everyone is out to kill us?"
"Can you just let me go? I'll act like nothing happened."
"Shut up!" The brothers said together.
The security did so as he kept his face down. David then stared at the security guard slightly. He continued staring at him trying to remember where he last met him.
"Do I know you from somewhere? You look very familiar." David said as he continued staring at him.
The security guard looked at him, for a moment and quickly looked away. "No. I don't think you have." He said very hastily.
Where have I met him before, David wondered as his mind raced backwards to remember who he was till it finally dawned on him.
"Don't do this to me….I got k-k-k-kids! They…was born a few…days ago."
The funeral…I let that man live…oh shit, David thought as he lowered his gun. "Get up."
Randy looked at him. "What are you doing?"
"Remember the funeral me and you crashed?" David asked. His brother nodded. "Yeah, well, meet the survivor. I let him live, while you ran off to deal with the others."
Randy's eyes widened. "You let him live? You let a security guard live?"
"He's also a Yardie. Isn't that right?"
The Yardie looked at the two brothers and lowered his head down. "Yeah, I was."
"Fuck! We gotta kill him man!"
"Cool it Randy!" David yelled. He looked at the man curiously. "What do you mean you were one?"
"After that incident, I got out of there. I dropped my colors and decided to go straight. I didn't want anything to do with the Yardies and their bullshit. Besides, most of those guys know that it's a matter of time till Quincy winds up in jail or in a pine box next to his cousins, they're just along for the ride, to collect whatever money he's got till Quincy is practically broke. Anyway, I went and got myself a legitimate job. It isn't much, but it's putting food in my wife and my baby's mouth. I owe you man."
David nodded as he walked over and grabbed the gun that he told the man to kick away and handed it back to him. "I think this belongs to you."
Randy couldn't believe what he was seeing. "The fuck are you doing?! Why don't you just tell him to put one in each of our heads!"
"Shut it." David said simply. He then looked at the guy. "What's your name?"
"Lucas." The security guard said as he stood up and placed the gun in its holster. "Listen, I owe you a big favor, anything you need at all, just name it, and consider it done."
"Just clothes, and a little bit of cash to get back home." David said as he went to grab a pair of boxers. "I also need you to act like you never saw us if those Yardies even ask."
"Hey, consider it done. Changing rooms are on the right. Just make it fast." Lucas said as he walked away.
"How are the kids doing by the way?"
Lucas turned around and smiled. "They are doing pretty good. Anyway, you take care man. And be careful."
"Yeah, you too." David said smiling back. Glad I made that choice, keeping him alive, David mused as he grabbed a pair of black denim jeans, and matching shirt. "You heard the man, finish getting dressed."
"I can't believe you let a Yardie live." Randy said grabbing a shirt.
"He had kids." David shrugged.
"And the ones that we do kill don't have any? What makes him so fucking special?"
"Look, I felt sorry for the guy, and besides, you heard him, he's changing his life around. Now come on, help me find a pair of…OH SHIT GET DOWN!" David pushed his brother out of the way as a sudden hail of gunfire erupted from a sub machine gun.
The two brothers fell to the ground as multiple shots shattered glass windows, embedded walls and tore up several mannequins. Behind the gunfire were the cheers and yells of Yardie thugs as they continued spraying the area with bullets.
"How the fuck did they find us!?" Randy said as he ditched the shirt and grabbed his AA-12 shotgun.
"Hell if I know!" David shouted as he blindly fired his Glock, missing a Yardie by an inch.
"Man, what the hell are we gonna do?"
"Shoot back!" David declared as he came out of cover for a brief moment and shot one Yardie in the head, killing him on the spot.
"Where's that Lucas guy at?" Randy said as he squeezed the trigger and the weapon jerked backed several times. The salvo of hot buckshot bored into a Yardie's chest cavity, exposing his shredded lungs and ruined heart to the world as he flew back several feet away, hitting the pavement with a thump.
"He probably ducked down, from all of this. I don't blame him since he pretty much left their crew." David said as he frantically put on the pair of jeans. Once he got them on, he shoulder rolled, and fired two shots into a Yardie's throat. Arterial blood spurted from the wound, causing the Yardie to hold onto the side of his neck, screaming as he fell to the floor, struggling to get up, but felt his life slipping away from him as the thug stopped moving.
"I'm running low!" Randy yelled as he fired off a few more, killing another Yardie, by opening up his skull, showing the rest of his friends his brains.
"Make them count!" David shouted as he glanced from his cover, and saw that there were only two of them. Taking a deep breath, he popped from cover and shot one in the stomach, and the other in his crotch. Both Yardies screamed in agonizing pain, as they slumped to the ground. He got up from cover and walked over to the dying Yardies. "Where's Quincy?"
The Yardie spat up blood. "F-Fuck you."
"Wrong answer." David said as he put a bullet through the Yardie's face, ensuring that the dead gangster would have a closed casket. "He then turned his head and looked at the other one as he was clutching his stomach. "How about you? You look like you know something."
"I'm just a solider! I don't know anything."
"Don't lie to me." David said glaring at him.
"Quincy would kill us if we even mention anything to you or your brother."
"I'll kill you if you don't." David said as he pressed the hot barrel of the Glock against the Yardie's neck. "Last chance. You don't tell me what I need to know, I'll see to it, you live…in a shit ton of pain."
"Alright, alright," The Yardie surrendered as he began to spill his guts, both metaphorically and literally. Quincy is pissed. I mean more pissed than ever. He's gone out to put a bounty on you and him." He said as he pointed at Randy.
"A bounty? How much?" Randy asked.
"One hundred thousand dollars. Cash." The Yardie said coughing blood on his green shirt. "You offer that much money to any thug, and they'll see to it that you're dead."
"Well, It isn't gonna happen. Bet on it," David assured as he pulled the trigger and put one directly in the Yardie's eye, killing him before he could slump to the ground. He looked at his brother who was already looking out for any more Yardie's. "Alright listen; grab some clips from these guys, and hand me one of their weapons. A suitable one. We're getting the fuck out of this town."
"Why not just call up Allen or Lilly? I'm sure they can pick us up." Randy said as he ejected the clip of an AK-47.
"That takes time…and we don't have any. We got to get out of here now. Even if it means causing a bit of chaos along the way. Now toss me a pair of running shoes." David said as his brother handed him a pair of red Eris running shoes that had black trim. They were one size too big, but David didn't care. It would have to do till he got back home. When he was finished lacing his shoes up, he grabbed the assault rifle from his brother including the clips of ammo.
"I think I see another SUV." Randy said as he saw a vehicle speeding down the street with bright lights flashing. "Shit, we got another wave!" He brought up his weapon up and fired the rest of his ammo right into the SUV. "Get some motherfuckers!"
The car's lights were shot out, along with a tire, and the Yardie passenger who didn't see it coming as buckshot tore through the window as well as the man's face. The SUV swerved left and right, out of control. Before the driver could even get the car stable, he drove right into a traffic light. The crash, flung the driver out of his seat, through the windshield, and smack dab onto the street.
"Think you got him," David said as he climbed out of the shattered window to the store carefully, making sure he didn't cut his hand against any broken shards of glass.
"Good. Let's get the hell out of here." Randy said as he tossed the weapon to the floor and decided to walk through the front door. As Randy placed his hand on the door, unlocked it and turned the knob, David's eyes went wide with horror.
"Randy! No!" It was too late, he opened the door, and the shrill sound of the burglary alarm rang loudly. Randy looked all around the store and then at his brother who stared at him pissed off. "Goddamnit Randy, the security system was still on!"
"How was I supposed to know?" Randy said as he stepped out of the store, and grabbed a dead Yardie's Mac-11 submachine gun, including a Smith and Wesson Model 29 revolver.
The younger brother looked like he was seconds away from hitting him. "How you were supposed to…Randy! Are you this naturally stupid, or did my four years of absence caused you to achieve this level of ignorance!? The store was closed and we snuck in the back. We were considered lucky! You then think it was a great idea, to open the front door…what the fuck were you even thinking?"
Randy shrugged. "My bad?" He helped his brother from the window, to which, David, swatted his hand away. "Come on man, how bad can it be? It's not like to police is going to respond in this damn area."
As if things couldn't get any worse, the quick sound of a police cruiser, caused the two to panic. Both brothers, quickly ran towards the end of the block, and ducked behind broken down, green, 98 Voodoo.
"Does that answer your question?" David whispered harshly. He peeked out and saw the police car stopped. Two uniformed policemen stepped out and looked around the store and began talking on their walkie-talkies.
"Don't worry, we'll be alright. Besides, it's late night, who's gonna be walking around here at this time?"
"Gee, I dunno; hookers, a pimp or two, a bunch of drugged out, out of control gangsters who have a fucking bounty on us? You know, just to name a few." David said sardonically.
"You know, that sarcasm of yours isn't going to get you ahead in life." Randy muttered.
"Neither is your stupidity." David wisecracked.
Randy gave a dismissive wave at his brother and started to sneak out from their cover and head towards a black 2008 Futo. Looking inside the car, there was no one in it, and no keys in the ignition. Simple, he thought. "I think I found us a ride."
David quickly ran to his brother's side and saw that additional cop cars drove up to the shot up store. He knew what they were planning on doing; set up a parameter, and look for any survivors, which to his amazement weren't any at all. He doubted that Lucas would stick around, and probably hightailed it. But he did know that if he didn't start moving, more would show up, and he didn't want to stick around for any of it. He looked at his brother, desperately trying to find something to jimmy the lock on the car door but couldn't find anything.
"Any luck?"
"No. Not even a damn wire hanger around here. I should just bash the fucking window."
"Again, do you even think? It might be rigged with a car alarm. We need to do this quietly, and be real sensitive about this." David said helping his brother look for something to pry it open.
"Fuck sensitive." Randy muttered, as he quickly got up and bashed the car window. As David guessed, the car alarm, rang out loudly, attracting police attention, David looking at him with an 'I can't believe you would do this' look on his face, and the owner of the car, come out dressed in a robe and flip flops, carrying a Saiga 12 shotgun.
"You tryin' to take my car motherfucker!?" The car owner yelled as he brought his gun up and fired twice. "I just finished paying it off cocksucker!"
Both shots missed by a mile, but it was good enough for three of the cops take notice and, to jog over to David's and Randy's position.
"Fuck!" David yelled as he aimed his newly acquired assault rifle at the cops and fired at them. One of them fell down crying in pain, as the bullets tore into his shins, the other one wasn't as lucky as the bullets ripped open his shoulder, arm, and severed his pinky finger off.
The third cop, dove out of the way, and took cover behind a mailbox and quickly pulled out his Beretta. He blindfired, while reaching for his walkie-talkie at the same time. "This one-three-eight! I'm on Petrov Street in Little Kingston. I spot two suspects. Automatic weapons and firing! I have two officers wounded. Need backup! Requesting a police heli right away!"
"We hear you officer. Proceeding to WL3. Hang in there and stand by for further orders."
"Copy tha…" Before the officer could even sigh for relief, his face was twisted and turned to mush as two bullets dug into his face, and exited out the back of his head.
"Officer…are you there? Please respond…respond please. Shit…possible K.I.A. Proceed to WL4…send in a unit of S.W.A.G. Attention S.W.A.G. units, we have a possible gang shootout. Suspects armed with automatic weapons. Possible policemen are killed. Location in Little Kingston…please wait for further orders."
"Start the goddamn car!" Randy shouted as he shot at the owner of the car. He sprayed the weapon back and forth, missing either on purpose, or by accident (it was anybody's guess), but it scared off the owner as the man ran back inside his house. "How do you start the damn car? David?"
David continued firing his AK-47 at the cops, laying down as much suppression fire as he could before heading to the driver seat of the Futo. One cop was close, as he shot at David and missed, shattering the taillight, including a side view mirror. He quickly got inside the car, while reloading and handing his weapon to his older brother.
"Buy me some time bro!" David shouted as he studied the car for a quick three seconds and knew exactly what to do.
"On it!" Randy yelled as he tossed the Mac-11 in the car. He brought up the AK-47 and fired from the hip, spraying armor piercing rounds. There was a look of glee in his face as the weapon rattled in his hands. A glee he didn't have since the old days when he was running things. It felt so great to him, he could barely hear his brother screaming for him to get inside the car.
"Goddamnit! Snap out of it! We gotta go!" David shouted, kicking his brother in the leg. "Move your ass!"
"Ah shit!" Randy yelped as a bullet shot out the other side view mirror. Quickly running to the other side, he quickly dove in, slamming the door shut. "Drive! Fucking drive!"
The car drove off as multiple gunshots rung off, hitting the back of the car. David swerved left and right, cutting off a motorcyclist. He looked behind him and saw a police car gaining after them.
"Step on it!" Randy yelled as he reached his hand out and fired off several rounds from the AK-47.
"I'm trying! This Futo is at its top speed!" David retorted.
"You kidding me right? I can go out and run faster than this!" Randy shouted, reloading his weapon.
"You want me to slow down then?!" David screamed as he performed a powerslide, nearly hopping the sidewalk.
"You're joking…right?"
"It was rhetorical question moron!" David shouted, rolling his eyes, as he cut off an oncoming bus, followed by a beaten up, green, faded 1984 Stallion. Ok, just gotta take a few more turns and I jump on the freeway…safe. What can go wrong? As David smirked, thinking him and his brother were going to make it out of there, he felt something different with the car, as the sound of scraping concrete and sparks was flying up on his brother's side. A bullet tore into the tire, and shredded it completely.
"David! Do something!" Randy yelled as he felt the car swerve to and fro.
I'm trying. Believe me; I'm trying here, David thought as he desperately tried to control the car. He then felt the car wobble again, as another tire gave out. This time it was the back tire. Swearing under his breath, David looked behind and saw who the people that were shooting him. Yardies.
"Shit! I'm out!" Randy yelled throwing the assault rifle away and switching to his Model 29 revolver. The silver plated weapon felt cold in Randy's hands as he aimed at the driver. He pulled the trigger, and the weapon shot out a .44 magnum bullet hurdling towards the SUV's windshield.
The bullet tore through the glass, and into the long dreadlocked thug's cranium, exploding out of the back of his head like a rotten apple. The passengers in the Huntley Sport freaked out, as one decided to take his chances and got out of the speeding vehicle, only to snap his neck, and having his body flop on the pavement. The dead Yardie's foot remained stuck on the accelerator, gaining speed.
"Shit! How the fuck do even we stop this fucking thing?"
"I don't know!" David yelled. They each freaked out, screaming, as the SUV rammed against the Futo, causing David to grip the steering wheel feeling nervous.
"I can't get a shot with them ramming us!" Randy yelled, as he fired again, only to miss and instead, hit the headlight. He moved back inside the car and saw his brother frustrated.
"I'm gonna try a shortcut." David suggested as he started to make a turn. As he started to turn, the SUV hit against the backside of the Futo, causing David to not only make the turn, but to over steer, and roll multiple times. "HANG ON RANDY!" David screamed as he shut his eyes, gripped the steering wheel, and prayed they would make it through.
"HOLY FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!" Randy shrieked like a woman being gangbanged as the car barrel rolled, slamming close by to a RON gas station.
The people at the gas station screamed as well and scattered, as some of them ran, leaving the gas pumps on, spilling gasoline all over the place. The car behind them crashed into a light pole and stopped moving. The Futo crashed against a gas pump, as the two brothers stopped screaming.
David groaned as he slowly got out of the wrecked car, lucky to be alive. He sniffled and looked around seeing gasoline pooling everywhere. It was even on his clothes as he felt how damp they were, and panicked. He saw his brother, falling in and out of conscious, and reached to pull him out. His clothes were saturated in premium gas as David pulled him out of the wreckage.
"Wha..what are you doing?" Randy said dizzily.
"We gotta move bro. Right now." David started to panic. He could hear the police cars sirens wailing in the distance, and began to panic even more. "Right fucking now. Move!"
"Give me a few minutes…I feel tired." Randy said looking like he was about to pass out.
"You got a few seconds. Take off the clothes as well." David said as he started taking off his shirt.
"What? Why my clothes?" Randy said looking at him confused.
"We're covered in high octane gasoline. And try not to breathe so hard, it's making you dizzy. Now come on, strip!"
"But I just wore this shit man." Randy whined.
"Too bad! Take 'em off and don't breathe in the stuff." David demanded as he then took off his tank top followed with the jeans.
"What's that sound?" Randy said as the started to come out of his dizziness. He heard the wail of the sirens as they were coming down full speed, followed with the thumping sound of a Maverick helicopter. The sounds of the police brought him to his senses as he kneeled down and grabbed his revolver. Aiming down on the sights, he took aim at the incoming police helicopter. "Got you now, fucker…"
David's eyes widened as he saw what his brother was about to attempt. "NO!" He screamed slapping the gun out of his older brother's hand. "Are you fucking crazy?!"
"Are you?" Randy said looking at David completely pissed off. "I had the shot!"
"We're soaked in gasoline, the flash from that gun, would've sparked up and flambé us along with blowing us up to kingdom come with this station! Come on, we'll duck down inside the station. Hopefully, there's no one in there." David said as he was now down to his boxers, and started to jog.
Randy was to follow suit as he quickly took off the clothes he had on, while running to the gas station. In a matter of seconds, he was naked as the day he was born, holding onto the revolver. There was a look of desperation on his face as he continued to run and got inside the place with his brother. There was no one inside as David looked around trying to find something. Randy saw a shotgun over by the cashier, and went to grab it.
"What are you looking for?" Randy wondered, while grabbing the SPAS-12.
"A backdoor. Keep a look out, and tell me how many cops are there." David said, looking at a small door that said 'employees only'.
Randy walked over to an aisle, grabbing himself a candy bar, ignoring the last part, as well as heading up to the fridge to grab a Logger beer bottle. "Want one?"
David couldn't believe what he was seeing. "We don't have time to get our snack on Randy!"
"Relax man, it's practically free!" Randy said tearing open a package for beef jerky. "Besides, I haven't eaten all damn day!"
"Just check to see if the cops are there! Is that so goddamn hard?" David said as he tried to open the door to the employee's room.
"Look, there's a bunch of gasoline around the place right? The cops are not this fucking stupid to even try to set this place on fire." Randy said amusingly, drinking a can beer.
"THIS IS THE SPECIAL WEAPONS ANTI-GANG UNIT! SURENDER PEACEFULLY OR WE WILL USE LEATAL FORCE!" The helicopter pilot said over on the loudspeaker.
"YEAH GIVE UP ALREADY! I'M HUNGRY AS HELL!" The helicopter co-pilot said annoyingly.
"WILL YOU SHUT UP? YOU'RE ALWAYS HUNGRY, YOU FAT ASS!"
As the police helicopter banter between pilots continued several S.W.A.G. vans drove up the spot. Five vans total, containing eight policemen in each came out, decked out in full body armor, ballistic helmets, and balaclavas, each carrying either a Dao-12 shotguns, or Tar-21 assault rifles. They went into formation, covering the flanks, and aiming their guns at the windows, ready for anything and anyone.
Great…swag fags, David thought as he breathed heavily and gripped the gun he had in his hand.
"Did they just bring in S.W.A.G.?" Randy said nearly dropping his bottle of beer.
"Yeah," David said as he slightly peeked out and ducked down, as he dried himself off and handed the towel to his brother. "Fuck. Those guys are packing heavy."
"How heavy are we talking about?"
"Assault rifles, shotguns, full body armor…the guns we have won't do anything. We gotta get the hell out of here."
"Yeah, but how?" Randy said as he looked around till he saw their answer. "I got an idea."
"Oh, this is gonna be good." David said rolling his eyes.
"Trust me. They can't shoot what they can't see. The second I hit the switch, shoot at the helicopter's spotlight." Randy said grinning as he quickly crawled towards the power box and brought his hand down on the switch.
The entire place went black, as David quickly took aim and fired twice. The helicopter's search light was shattered. The entire place was now dark and every police unit was startled. David ducked down and ran behind a large stack of Sprunk soda cans.
"Shit he just shot the light!"
"Fuck we just fixed that!"
"Run for it!" David shouted to his brother as they he ran towards the exit sign on the3 back of the store. As he continued to run he then heard the heavy thumping beat of soca music. It could mean only one thing; the Yardies were right there. Taking his chances, he opened the door pointing the gun. He called it as He saw a SUV containing six armed Yardie gangsters.
"There he is. Kill him!" A Yardie shouted, cocking his Mini-Uzi.
The rest of Yardies followed suit, as each of them were wielding a different weapon, cocking them and getting reading to ventilate David. Fluidly, David slammed the metal door, falling backward, into his older brother.
"The fuck is going on?" Randy questioned. Only to hear multiple burst of gunfire followed with several pings against the heavy metal door.
"That's what's going on!" David yelled as he got up and looked at saw a few of the S.W.A.G. units holding their guns pointing. "Oh shit." He muttered as he hid behind a giant stack of used newspapers. His brother hid as well, but only behind nervous as well. David looked around and saw a fire extinguisher. With a smirk on his face, he grabbed it and motioned his brother to stay back.
"Bravo two, this is Bravo Actual…no one is in the store," Said the S.W.A.G. squad leader to his radio.
The radio crackled as the squad leader, stood there. "Forget that, we have shooting behind the store. Automatic weapons. Possible gang. Orders are shoot to kill."
"Got it," The squad leader said as he pointed his squad to head out.
As he turned and started to walk away, David aimed the fire extinguisher and sprayed at him, startling him for a moment. The squad leader waved his hand for moment, only to see for a quick second to see what was heading in his direction. David bashed the extinguisher against the man's face, three times, causing him to pass out. He then saw the other one turn around, and heaved the improvised weapon at another S.W.A.G. members face, followed by, grabbing the squad leader's, Tar-21 assault rifle and let loose. The bullets tore through the Kevlar like hot butter as two of them went down quick, and bled all over the cold, hard, tile.
As he ran towards the entrance, David saw the police that pursued them race after the Yardies who were showing up to the side of the gas station. The Maverick helicopter left, as they both walked out. Luck was on their side, as the only thing they saw was the leaking pools of gasoline as well as the vans S.W.A.G. left behind.
"Thank God, they got someone better to shoot at than us," Randy said finding a water hose close by to wash the gas off him.
"I agree…let's just get out of here." David said doing the same thing, once washing the gasoline off of him.
Once they were done, they began to hightail it. The gunfire, shouting, and screams continued to echo behind them, the two ran hurriedly, gripping their weapons, ready to turn back and shoot at the cops or at any Yardie that caught up them.
"It's getting cold out here!" Randy yelled as he sat down on bench.
"You aren't the only one who's freezing his ass off in the rain." David commented as heard a purple 2008 Schaffer honking down the road, but completely ignored it. "I'd rather catch a cold than a bullet any given day."
"No kidding," Randy said, as he saw the same car drive by honking their horn. "What is up with this fucking car?"
"I dunno, but if it's a Yardie, he or she's getting ripped apart by this gun," David said as he saw the car slow down, causing him to point the Tar-21 at the window. "I know you can hear me, so don't try anything foolish." The car's window rolled down, showing a person, neither David nor Randy, would ever think of showing up.
"You know, you're the one who looks a tad foolish standing in the middle of the rain naked to the world…gaijin."
"Olivia?!" David said surprised as hell.
"One and only!" Olivia said cheerfully, unlocking the door. "You guys wanna stand in the rain all night or do you want to come inside? I know you want come in David…but I'm not talking about the car." She giggled.
"Don't even start," David said glaring at her hard.
"Aww, you're no fun," Olivia pouted playfully. She then stared at his older brother and laughed. "So Randy, I didn't know you weren't packing much." She pointed at his crotch and showed her pinky finger giggling more, causing him to cover his crotch with his gun.
"Can you let us in? We're freezing our asses off?" Randy pleaded.
"Fine, hold on a second," Olivia said as she reached over to the glove compartment and grabbed a flare gun. As Randy got in the backseat, Olivia stepped out. She was clad in nothing but leather, wearing a jacket, with leather pants, thigh high leather boots, a leather choker, and fingerless gloves. The outfit fit her like a glove, as she looked like she was in a post apocalypse movie, as she loaded the flare gun with a look of glee on her face.
"What are you doing?" David asked unsure what she was doing.
"Just watch," Olivia said licking her lips, taking aim, and pulled the trigger. The flare shot out burning a bright blue flare and headed towards the gas station. David's eyes widen in shock, while Olivia's eyes widen in pure excitement. The flare touched one of the large gas puddles, and ignited the place as the rest of the gas sparked up and engulfed the entire gas station in flames. Any Yardie, or S.W.A.G. police unit or car, came to flames as several cars exploded, followed with the largest boom, causing Randy to scream, David to shield his eyes from the blast, and Olivia grinning in delight while biting her bottom lip and moaning. "Mmmmmm….yes. That's nice…real nice." She whispered started to unzip the leather jacket, revealing cleavage, and slowly rub her nipple inside her jacket.
Randy noticed as he started at her stimulating herself and then looked at his brother. "The fuck is she doing?"
Olivia heard Randy, and simply said, "I love the smell of high octane and the sight and sounds of explosions in the pale moonlight," She then looked at David, biting her lip, smirking. "It's such a fucking sight, wouldn't you agree?" She asked, showing the cleavage, which was begging to come out of her tight jacket.
Looking away, David gave a dismissal wave. "Yeah, if you're into explosions and that kind of shit."
"Next to you, it's the second best thing to what's gets me soaked through my g-string. Wanna feel?" Olivia asked innocently, getting ready to unzip her pants. "I got it waxed this morning. Wanna peek?"
"No! That's quite alright….let's just get out of here before, more cops show up." David ordered, as he quickly got in the car, closing the door, and shifted his body away, making sure she wouldn't get a peak at his junk.
Rolling her eyes and giggling, she agreed. "Alright, alright." She got inside, closing the door and threw the gear into drive, speeding off in the night. She kept her cleavage showing, as she continued to drive, her eyes shifted at David covering his crotch with his hands. "Cold?"
"Freezing," David muttered, shivering a bit.
"Aww, poor baby," Olivia said in a sing song voice. She pressed a button on the steering wheel. In a matter of seconds, the front seats started to warm up, relieving David from the cold.
"Thanks Olivia. Appreciate it." David said feeling a little better.
Randy however was shaking still. "Umm…Olivia? I'm cold too…could use some warming up."
Her eyes shot at the rear view mirror, looking at Randy icily. "Put your hands together and rub them back and forth."
"Aw, that's just fucked up," Randy complained. "David's all comfy and warm, and I gotta do this shit?"
Olivia cut off a Willard, while continuing to stare at Randy. "I could stop this car, and have you walk, but I doubt you would get far. With the cops busting you for indecent exposure"
"Alright, I'll be grateful...slant eyed bitch." Randy muttered.
"Excuse me?" Olivia said as she slammed on the breaks, causing Randy to lurch forward a bit, only to be grabbed by the throat. She glared at Randy hard as she flexed her grip even harder. "This slant eyed bitch, just saved your ass. This slant eyed bitch, is making sure you get out of here and back home safe and warm. This slant eyed bitch, will sever your what little of a dick you have, and feed it to you raw, if you ever insult me again. Now sit back there, and shut your goddamn face before I find new ways to break that neck of yours!"
"Olivia! Calm the fuck down, he didn't mean it. He really didn't. Let him go."
"David I..."
"Now!" David demanded. "For me alright?"
Olivia's eyes shifted towards the htman, and then let go of Randy. "You're lucky he just saved your life."
"Yeah…sorry." Randy said shaking a bit, not from the cold but from fear.
"Well now that's taken care of, let's listen to some music," David suggested as he leaned over and pressed the button turning on the radio. The song 'Skeletons' by Stevie Wonder, played in the car, and Olivia was nodding her head to the beat. "So what were you doing out here in Little Kingston?"
"Well, I had some business after you left the gym. Zaibatsu stuff,
Olivia said as she made a turn, passing by a biker chick who was riding a vintage '86 Avenger. "I nearly got screwed over on a big shipment that I was overseeing."
"Anything legal?" David said jokingly.
"What do you think is legal?" Olivia said a small smile. "Anyway, I was able to have it take care of. Even received a nice fat commission for it. You know, you could be getting paid big time like me if you just took the job."
"What job?" Randy said sounding nosey.
"It's nothing Randy," David said as he got a bit more comfortable in the seat. "Olivia I already told you, I can't take the job offer. Not right away. It would have to be at a later date."
Olivia sighed. "I don't know why you, of all people would pass it up. But, there is one thing that you and I could do."
"Yeah? Like what?" David wondered.
"Well, there was a guy who saw our little spar, back at the gym. He said he was real impressed with the way we fought. He's offering us ten grand a piece to attend a tag team fight. I'll send you the detail details after I drop you off. Speaking of which, where do you even live?"
"Actually we need to get to my car. It's over by the Lady Fingers Candy shop in Little Kingston, and the answer is no, I'm not going to be doing that." David said putting his foot down.
"Yeah well, I already told them that you were going to volunteer for it." Olivia said sheepishly.
"What?! Why would you go and do something like that?" David complained.
"Hey look, you're a good fighter…next to me of course, and besides, it's good money! Besides, I could use a little extra spending money to go shopping, and I'm sure you do too."
"Yeah I guess," David shrugged.
"Aw, come on, don't be a big baby about it. What's the matter? You still sore and mad from me kicking your ass?" Olivia teased.
"Wait, David got his ass kicked by you?" Randy said shocked and started to chuckle.
"Shut up Randy. She got lucky," said David crossing his arms. "Very…very lucky
"Yeah, luck," she smirked. "Just admit, you were running your mouth, and it got you in trouble." Olivia said laughing.
Both Randy and Olivia were laughing hard, as David looked away, his face starting to redden from embarrassment. It wasn't long till Olivia stopped at a street light. She glanced at David, who was looking away for the moment and stared at his crotch for a good couple of seconds before looking at the road ahead.
"It's gotten bigger than I thought," Olivia purred seductively.
"What are…"David stopped talking before he realized what she was talking about. He quickly covered his crotch with his hands, embarrassed even more, while she giggled amusingly.
When they arrived, the car was still there in one piece. No one was around, even though the bus stop was still busted up, thanks to David earlier. The rain also stopped, as Olivia stopped the car, and got out.
"Randy, there's a slim jim in the back close by your foot. Hand it to me." Olivia asked as Randy looked around and grabbed it. He handed it to her as she went to over to David's car, and in three seconds, popped the lock open, and opened the door. "David, open the glove box and toss me the flathead screwdriver."
"How do you know to break into a car? Especially my car, after I made sure there was no way to try that?" David asked looking at Olivia work.
"Just hand it to me." Olivia ordered.
"Hmph." David huffed as he grabbed the flathead screwdriver and chucked it at her, and saw she caught it one handed, while hardly looking.
She instantly jammed it inside the key ignition, and giggled it a few times until she heard something click. Followed by the clicking sound, she pressed down, and turned. The car's engine roared, bringing a smile to her face and, amazement in David's.
"Your car awaits, Mr. DePalma." Olivia said stepping out walked towards him. "Anyway, I'll text you or email you all of the details on the fight."
"Look," David said as his brother ran towards the Sentinel and got inside. "I want to thank you, for helping me and Randy out there. I really appreciate it. I'll pay you back."
"You don't need to…well, then again…"
"Olivia, I have someone." David cut her off, knowing what she getting into.
"Yeah, yeah. But you know how I feel for you David. That's not going to go away at all. You know that right?" Olivia said as she stared at her former lover's face. "I gotta go. I have a few things to take care of. Give me a ring sometime. Maybe we could go bowling, or play pool…or something." She then jotted down her, e-mail address, and her cell phone number including another address. "I'll be staying at the Kingsley Hotel in downtown…in case you ever get lonely."
David scoffed. "Yeah…well take care of yourself." As he stepped out of the car, he felt himself being pulled, by Olivia. Before he could even say or do anything, he felt his lips being pressed firmly and hard by Olivia as she tried to pry his mouth open with hers. As she succeeded, and slipped her tongue hotly inside David's mouth, his eyes were filled with panic. This was one of those 'I need you deep inside me right now, cause I haven't been laid in God knows how long' kisses. He struggled, but couldn't get out of Olivia's desperate, romantic, vice like grip.
The kiss lasted for another thirty seconds, as Olivia's tongue slithered and massaged David's. As the windows started to fog up a bit, she moaned sexually, gripping and releasing David's hair, and then massaging it every now and then. She felt like she was on cloud nine, while David felt like he was in the eight circle of hell. She then slowly pulled back, looking at David who was gasping for air, and slightly shivered. Unknown to David, she had an orgasm during the kiss.
"Watashi wa anata no koto o kangaeru no o yameru koto wa kesshite naidarou." Olivia whispered in her Japanese accent, as she looked deeply into David's eyes, lightly rubbing his hand.
"Sōna nda," David said fully understanding what she said to him. As he started to get out of the car, he looked at Olivia and bowed gently. "Atode o ai shimashou" He then closed the door and started to head towards his car.
"I taught you Japanese well…nice." Olivia said chuckling.
"I had a good teacher." David nodded.
"Sewa o suru…and David?"
"Yeah?"
"Watashi wa itsumo anata no tame ni soko ni narimasu. Don'nani nani." With that, Olivia started her car and took off into the night, leaving David something to figure out.
I can't believe she did that, David mused as he walked towards his car. What the hell do I even do? What could I even say? I have someone, and if she found out, she'll think I'm just as bad as Johnny…the fuck I get myself into?!
"What was that I saw?" Randy said crossing his arms smiling. "Did I just see you get into a little lip action there little brother?"
"Don't even go there," David said defensively as he closed the door, and started to drive. "I didn't kiss her, she kissed me."
Randy laughed hysterically. "Yeah right. Like anyone would even believe that. Not me, mom, the guys, the ladies at the strip club, not even Lilly."
David's eyes narrowed as he looked at his older brother as they came up to a stop light. "You better not tell her or anyone at all. I'm not even playing with you. I'll deal with this shit myself."
"By not saying a word about it to her?"
David glared at him even harder.
"Alright, I'll shut up about it." Randy said as the light turned green.
I'll talk to mom about this…maybe she'll have something to say about it…I hope she does, David thought to himself as he drove out of Little Kingston and entered on the freeway.
The drive took a short while as the Sentinel made it towards the parking garage below David's apartment. The garage was packed as always, but thankfully no one was around. Shutting the car off, and grabbing the cell phone from the dashboard, he checked to see if anyone messaged him. There were several messages from Johnny, about telling to give him a call, and every two hours; each message was the same, but with more added expletives. He would have to deal with it in the morning, as he got out of the car.
"Come on man…you can chill here till tomorrow morning." David said as he walked towards the elevator.
"What about clothes?" Randy said getting out of the car, and closing the door.
"Just pick out something from my closet. It won't be the first time you did." David said holding the elevator door for him.
As his brother got inside, David pressed the button for his floor and leaned back. The wall was cold, causing him to jump a bit. He held his cell phone as the elevator went up, thinking back to what they just went through, and was happy to be even back. Even if the neighborhood he lived in was full of hookers and pimps. Anything was better than drugged out gangsters, wielding submachine guns.
David's mind warped back to reality, as he felt the phone ring. He glanced at the ID screen and saw that it was his girlfriend. "Shit," he muttered.
"Who is it?" Randy wondered.
"Take a guess," David muttered again. He decided to pick up the phone and put on a cheerful voice. "Hey babe! How are you doing?"
Lilly was in her bed, wearing a skimpy, black, lace teddy. The radio was on the oldies station, lightly playing 'I'm So Tired of Being Alone' by Al Green. She yawned as she looked up at the ceiling. "I'm doing just fine. Just got in from doing some shopping. What about you? I've been trying to get a hold of you all evening."
Ah, shit! David mused as the door opened on his floor. "Well I've been helping out Randy with a few things for his club. We're moving it to another location. You know how that is." He put on a fake chuckle, hoping the lie would work.
"Yeah? Good to hear from you. Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to come on over for something to nibble on." Lilly said lightly rubbing her toned thighs.
"Dinner?"
"Well, yeah, that too," Lilly said seductively. "I got on this little outfit, I'm sure you would love. No panties, fully shaved, and I am trying desperately not to touch myself. I want you to do it for me."
They got to the David's apartment and got inside, David hearing everything Lilly said to him, turning him on, as Randy ran to the bathroom to shower up. David pulled up a chair to sit down, and listened in on more.
"Is that all?" David said sounding a bit sly.
"Good God no," Lilly moaned slightly rubbing her voluptuous breasts through her lingerie. "After you get me revved, I want you to fuck me. I'm talking slow…gentle…kissing…sucking…touching…make me all yours kind of sex. How about it baby…wanna hear me hit a high note when I cum?"
YES! YES! DEAR FUCKING GOD, A THOUSAND TIMES YES! David screamed mentally. He wanted to so badly his dick was throbbing. He wanted to just leap at her and fuck the pain away, and forget today even existed, especially after what Olivia had did to him. But his body was in a good amount of pain, and he felt like he was going to have a cold.
"I really want to…but I'm not feeling so good. I might be coming down with a fever." David saidly admitted.
"Tell you what, I'll come over, and nurse Lilly, will make it all better ok hun. See you soon sexy."
"Lilly wait…" David heard the click on the receiving end. "Great…just fantastic." David said tossing the cell phone on the coffee table, and sighed.
Randy came out with a towel wrapped around his waist, wondering what was his brother was doing. "Is everything alright? You look kinda down."
"Lilly's on her way." David said getting up and heading towards the bathroom.
"And the problem is?" Randy wondered as he went through David's closet.
"She wants to fuck…and as much as I've been looking forward to it, I'm in no condition to get laid tonight." David said yawning a bit as he got in the shower and cleaned himself of the smell of gasoline, grime, and the scent of Olivia's perfume.
Randy laughed. "You gonna leave a beautiful woman like that unattended to her needs, cause you don't feel right? The hell with you, I'll go ahead and wax that ass my damn self!"
"Like hell you will. You already tried way back when we joined the Forelli's or did you happen to forget?" David said scrubbing himself down.
"Least you're getting some. And to think; you're getting it from not only the girl you're with now, but, also the one that you used to date, that still has the hots for you. Consider yourself lucky!"
"Yeah…lucky me," David uttered sarcastically. "Just be out when you get you find what you're going to wear."
"Yeah, yeah. I know already." Randy said going through what he wanted to wear. In a few minutes, he managed to grab a blue dress shirt, along with a pair of black dress pants. When he was finished picking out what to wear, he grabbed a pair of suede shoes. "Hey David?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"I was thinking about those Cuban Cartel fuckers." Randy said putting on the clothes.
"What about them? They haven't really done anything much to bother us. Then again, most of their crew is dead. Why the sudden interest in those guys?" David wondered.
"I wanna find Luis, and get rid of him." Randy declared. "You down with it?"
"You know I am…let me know when you're ready. I still want to kill that Luis prick after what he did to me and you," David said turning off the faucet to the shower. Grabbing a robe, he covered himself up, and saw what his older brother was wearing. "That's one of my favorite shirts!"
"Well you said I could wear what was in the closet. Admit it; you know I look good in your own shit huh?" Randy smiled.
"Alright Mr. Conceited, time for you to go," David said pushing him out of his bedroom. "Tell Cathy and the rest of the ladies, I said hello."
"Hey, wait, how am I gonna get back to the place at this time of the night?" Randy wondered as he was heading towards the door and opened it.
"Randy, go take a cab, or a bus, or walk, hell, go break into a damn car and steal it! How are you gonna ask me some shit like that?" David said giving him a look like he was ready to slap him.
"Oh, yeah." Randy said having a blonde moment and laughed. "Well, I'll talk to you later about that thing. We're gonna get those assholes, and bring down the entire cartel down."
"I'm with you all the way bro." David said as he started to close the door. "Goodnight Randy."
"Peace."
The door was shut, and David slowly sat down on the couch. He looked at the scars that he had from being tortured. There wasn't any bleeding, and they looked like they were healing a bit. They stung a bit when David touched them, causing him to flinch slightly. He then slowly got up heading to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of scotch from the counter and pouring himself a glass. He slowly sipped the drink, and sighed heavily, as he walked back from the kitchen back to the living room. He turned on the TV and saw a news report of a burning gas station, along with firefighter trying to put the fire out, and paramedics, trying to save a few people that were horribly burned. There were multiple body bags as police officers, and detectives walked around.
"This is Vanessa Ortiz with Weazel News. A butchering of police units and Yardie gangsters went at it tonight at this gas station behind me. The Special Weapons Anti-Gang unit or S.W.A.G. were in a fierce struggle tonight as several Yardie hoods opened fire at them. There was a brief exchange of gunfire, until according to one man who luckily survived the fiery explosion, said saw a flare heading towards the station. The death toll, so far, is forty-eight gang members, and twenty-four police officers. We'll have more later on at the six o'clock morning news show. For right now, standing in Little Kingston, Vanessa Ortiz, Weazel News."
David changed the channel and a commercial for Cluckin' Bell came on. As the melody played, David got relaxed and thought about the offer that Olivia gave him and wondered what he was getting into. He also wondered why she kissed him, knowing well and well he was seeing someone. He heaved a sigh, as he mentally planned to talk to his mom about it. He took another sip of his drink, and heard his phone buzz. When he looked at it, it was an email regarding to the tag team fight.
David,
Here's the address to the place. Remember me, and you are tag team partners in this, and if we win, we can split the prize money. Just have your game face ready when I see you then. It takes place in two weeks, so you'll have plenty of time to get a bit of training in. Me on the other hand, don't need it, and you and I both know why haha. Anyway, I'll see you then. Here's a little something to motivate you while you train. Ciao!
There was an attachment on the message, and David checked on it. There were three pictures, each one of her naked. The first one was her posing against the wall, sticking her full, round, ass out, and looking straight ahead of the camera, biting her bottom lip. Her hair was over one side of her face making it look extra seductive.
The second one, was her only showing her neck deep in a bubble bath, with the lights real dim, but her face was visible. She had her hair done up, showing off a pair of pearl earrings as well as pearl necklace with her full red lips were in a pout.
The last one was her laying in bed. There were candles lit, and she was on a king sized bed, with her legs spread eagle, showing her toned, damn near perfect body and hairless pussy. While one hand was on her luscious tits tugging at the nipple, the other hand was spreading her pussy lips a bit, showing how pink and wet she was as a clear, yet thick, trail of her juices were oozing from her womanhood, down to the crack of her hairless ass.
There was a loud knock on the door, causing David to quickly exited out of the email, and set his phone on silent, followed with tossing it clear into his bedroom. He was in full erection as he struggled to block it out of his head, but it was no use. It stood out, almost poking out of his robe.
"David, are you there?" A female voice called out followed with another knock at the door. "Let me in, it's cold!"
He quickly got up and headed towards the door and opened it, it was Lilly, who looked a bit wet from the rain as thunder crackled outside. She was in a trenchcoat, and heels, as she got in and hugged David.
"I got here as soon as I can David," Lilly said, as she let go, and went to lock his door. When she did she looked at David and noticed his erection standing out from his robe, and grinned. "Were you thinking about me that bad honey?"
David looked down and saw what she was looking and smiled sheepishly. Well yeah…aside from trying to block out a kiss and looking at three naked pictures of my ex, I'm trying really hard to think about you, he mused as he sat down on the couch. "Yeah, I really was. You have no idea how much I was thinking about you."
"Well then," Lilly smiled as she walked slowly and started to unbutton her trenchcoat slowly. David turned off the TV and watched his girlfriend take her coat off revealing absolutely nothing. She was naked to the world as David's jaw dropped staring at her fully figured naked body. She slowly walked to him smirking. "Well now I'm here…so sit back and let me make it feel all better."
It's good to be me sometimes, David thought as Lilly straddled him and moaned softly. For now, he was at peace, relaxation, and felt like he was getting what he wanted. He wrapped his arms around her and looked at her smiling gently.
"What are you smiling about?" Lilly said slowly grinding him.
She was tight as a vice, and dripping wet, as David grunted and grabbed her tightly lifting her, up surprising her and carrying her to the bedroom. "You'll see." David said as he carried her, still inside her and headed to the bedroom, closing the door behind him and, and didn't want the moment to end.
A/N- With Grand Theft Auto 5 coming very soon, I'm glad I got this chapter done before hand! Some of the words Olivia to David can be translated here
Watashi wa anata no koto o kangaeru no o yameru koto wa kesshite naidarou.-I'll never stop thinking about you
Sōna nda.-I know
Watashi wa itsumo anata no tame ni soko ni narimasu. Don'nani nani.-I will always be there for you. No matter what.
Atode o ai shimashou-See you later
Sewa o suru-Take care
On that note, I had fun writing this, especially how I made one of David's choices from a previous chapter effect this one. Also I was inspired a bit from playing Kane and Lynch 2, with both brothers running through a town with guns. I mean, would you stand your ground against two naked, armed guys? I sure as hell wouldn't. Lol. Now that the love triangle is set for David, it's only a matter of time to figure what our hitman will go through. Hope you guys loved reading this as I had writing it. Take care and have a great day guys! ^_^