Chapter 7: Catching Up
Jerry didn't like passing out and waking up somewhere else, recently that has happened way to many times. He slowly grew impatient of waiting and walked out of his room and entered a very long hallway filled with beautiful artwork. He admired each one as he walked into a main hall. There was a massive staircase leading to the second floor of the house. The front doors were at least eight feet tall and made from pure imported mahogany. statues of muscular men and beautiful women were tastefully placed in corners of the room. Jerry thought he was in the house of a god. Jerry looked up at the top of the stairs where a man stood gazing down at him. He was built like a hero out of a comic book, "Hello Jerry." As soon as he spoke Jerry knew who he was. He smiled, ran up the stairs and gave a big hug. The man took Jerry in his arms and squeezed him too hard, "David, your crushing my back David." David let go of his friend letting him breath. Jerry stepped back and looked at his friend. It was unbelievable to see him like this, "David. I don't know if you know this, but your not fat anymore." David busted out laughing. "Why are you laughing I'm very serious. You have muscles, and a beard, and are probably free of diabetes."
"It's nice to see you, Jerry. You must be hungry; please follow me to the kitchen for a feast. Do you still like shrimp?" Jerry rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, the doctor said I have high cholesterol. Oh, I don't give a fuck; take me to the shrimp." The two laughed as they headed down the stairs and towards the kitchen. David led Jerry into the kitchen where a seafood feast had been prepared just for them. Jerry had never seen shrimp that big before and started digging in. Ten, twenty, thirty, Jerry lost count. David was happy to see his friend enjoying himself. Somewhere after forty-five, Jerry tapped out. His stomach was full, and he looked like he was about to pass out. "That was so good. I haven't eaten like that in years." Jerry let out a hearty laugh. David let out a weak laugh as he took a sip of wine. He could see into Jerry, the pain and sadness were ever present despite the smile on his friend's face. Jerry let out a big yawn and asked him, "If you eat like this every day, then how are you so skinny?" David patted himself on the stomach. "Because I don't. This is a special occasion." Jerry couldn't resist it, the urge to know was bothering him. He leaned and asked David, "You mind telling me how who went this." Jerry made a circle in the air with his finger, "To this." He flexed like he was parodying a body builder. David grabbed a shrimp and started to peal it. He perfectly got all the meat from out of the tail and popped the delicious morsel in his mouth. He answered with his mouth full, "I'll tell you." He swallowed the shrimp.
"After you left, I hung around with the other guys but It was never the same. Barry and Jack were always fighting over what to do and eventually, they just stopped talking to eachother. They stopped talking to me around that time. I was so lonely and bored that I started excersising to pass the time. I got really good at it and soon my body had lost a ton of weight. I had muscles but they weren't going to pay the bills so I became a physical trainer." David pulled out his phone and showed Jerry all the pictures of celebrities he's helped over the years. Jerry kept eating as he listened to his friend go on about the life he has made for himself. Though he wouldn't admit it he was jealous of David's muscles.
(Monroe Family Mansion)
Marcus Monroe paced back and forth in his bedroom. Over the past 24 hours, at least 27 members, both high and low, had been killed, butchered, and torn to pieces by someone who seemed to have it out for the family. Marcus had increased security around the house with armed guards patrolling the perimeter and stationing additional guards inside his home on every floor. In his bed were two naked young redhead women about half the age of Marcus, "Come to bed Mr. Monroe." one of them begged. "Yeah we've been waiting forever. Stop worrying and let us help you relax." The other girl said trying look cute for him. Marcus looked at the girls in utter disbelief. He walked over to the bed and looked down at them as they lay there ready for him to join them, "Which one of you said that?" He asked. The second girl raised her hand and gave him a little smile. Marcus lifted a finger and signaled her to come here. She got out of bed and approached him expecting his embrace, instead she was met with a backhand knocking her to the floor. He was beyond furious, "You stupid bitch." He called her. Marcus grabbed her by the hair and lifted up her head, "27 of my guys were ripped apart from some psycho and you want me to relax? How can I do that knowing that there's some crazy maniac out there who has out for me?" She tried to respond but her words came out as gibberish through her tears. He yanked her hard and asked her again, "HOW CAN I RELAX WHEN SHIT IS CRUMBLING AROUND ME?" Through her crying she was finally able to speak clearly, "I'm sorry Mr. Monroe."
Marcus sighed. He grabbed her by the hair and walked her to the bedroom door. He knocked three times and a guard opened the door, "Get this bitch out of my fucking sight and if she says a word kill her." He violently throws her into the arms of the guard and slams the door shut. He heads back to the bed where the woman still lays, "give me one reason why I shouldn't treat you like your friend?" He asks standing over her. She begins unbuckling his belt, "I have no gag reflex." She whispered into his ear. Marcus liked the sound of that and decided it was a bad idea to let her leave. Just as things were about get fun for him, his phone started ringing. full of rage he answered it, "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" He yelled at the screen, "I'm sorry Don Monroe but I felt it was important." It was Paul Mattarella, Marcus's right hand man who controlled more of the physical part of running the organization. Marcus was no longer but excited, "Did you find the bastard who killed my men and put a bullet in his head?" Marcus really wanted him to say yes, "No but we have possible suspects. Before our last street rat was killed, he gave us some information on a group of Mexican gangsters called the Serpientes Del Infierno. They apparently have a nack for cutting up people after they kill them."
"The fucking mexicans. As soon one group moves in they think the run the place. Have them all killed Paul, and I want it done professionally so hire someone good. Don't be afraid to hire someone with character though." Marcus looked down at the bed and the woman was gone, "I already hired a team to take care of it." Marcus felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see the beautiful woman was behind him and holding pistol to his head, "Nice to meet you Mr. Monroe, I'm Cheerwine." Marcus raised an eyebrow, "Cheerwine? like the soda?" He asked. She put down the gun, "It's my code name. I'm part of the assassination team you hired. As we speak my team is gearing up for an assault on the Serpientes Del Inferno. I was sent here as a bodyguard incase you were attacked" Marcus buckled his pants and sat on the bed, "I told that bastard one assassin and he gets a whole squad. at least he picks the hot one to stay with me despite all the guards I already have securing the grounds. No wonder I have so many problems, nobody listens." He stares at her breasts as he complains. If he wasn't going to get any tonight he was going to at least get a good look.
"What are staring at?" She asks. "You know damn well I'm looking at your boobs."
(Monroe Masion, Front Porch)
The hooker and the guard walk out the front door both seemingly annoyed. She was wrapped in a blanket that the guard kindly got for her so she wasn't waiting in the bare nude for her pimp to pick her up. The guard held out a cigarette, "Would you like one?" She gladly excepted, "Thank you." She put the butt in her mouth as the guard lit a match lighting the other end. The guard put a cigarette in his mouth but noticed he was out of matches, "Damn." He was disappointment that he forgot to get more matches. He was about to spit it out when the hooker brought her face close to his. She pressed the heated end of her cigarette to light his. He blushed, "Thank you." He said nervously. She smiled at him, "No problem. You know your pretty cute for a mafia guard." He was red as a christmas ornament, "I am? I mean I am ha ha. um, your not too bad yourself." He was struggling. She raised and eyebrow, "Now how does someone like you end up working for a mob boss?" He pulled out a loose hundred dollar bill, "Money. How did you become a prostitute?" She shrugged, "Money, and I'm good at sex." That last part caught him off guard. He rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to not screw up this next part up, "Oh. That's cool."
Her smile had gotten more sinister as the conversation went on making him more nervous. He was internally screaming at himself to make a move. He took a deep breath and asked, "How good at sex are you?" It was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders and he weighed nothing. She slid her finger down he's chest feeling his abs. she liked it so far, "Why don't we go back inside and I show you just how good I am." She took the cigarette out of her mouth a blew the smoke into the air. "What about Mr. Monroe?" She rolled her eyes at his question. She threw her cigarette in the flower bushes, "It's either he kills me or my pimp does. I don't care which." She holds his hand and leads him back inside.
