Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Miles High on a Red Eye (A sample Chapter from "Love in the City" by Keith Kareem Williams)

Happy Wednesday folks. Just as  I promised last night, I plan to start updating the blog more regularly. I'm going to be busy working on the final draft of "Love in the City" but, while I'm gone, here's a raw, unedited chapter from my next release. Enjoy...and don't forget to pre-order your copies. You'll find the link at the end of the post.

Chapter 31
Miles High on a Red-Eye

nconspicuously in business class instead of first class was how they traveled home. Alicia sat in the window seat and stared out at the gorgeous clouds that blanketed the night sky in fluffy white puffs. Right beside her, Crowe sat calmly with his eyes closed. She couldn’t understand how he could sleep as they jet through the air on man-made wings of steel held together with rivets, mathematics, physics and the faith of every passenger on board. Alicia had been unsettled since the plane had rumbled down the runway and then shakily climbed into the air. As terrifying as the take-off had been for her, she was even more worried about the inevitable descent. The vodka she had sipped during the flight hadn’t done a damn thing to calm her nerves either. She fidgeted and squirmed in her seat like a mischievous child at church.
“Are you asleep?” Alicia leaned over and whispered in Crowe’s ear.
“No,” he grumbled in a low growl. “I’m trying to but you keep asking if I’m asleep. Do you want me to stay awake with you? If you do, I will. Just ask.”
“No, it’s okay. You’ve been up for hours. It’s okay. Get some rest,” she told him and then went back to staring out of the round, airplane window.
Alicia considered closing the shade instead of looking outside at the endless sky but she realized that she preferred to see what was going on. The view was hauntingly beautiful, even if she couldn’t shake the feeling that people didn’t belong that high where most birds didn’t even dare to fly. All of her life, she had spent so much time trapped on the ground, surrounded by the worst kind of sin that it was unsettling for her to be so far up, so far removed from it all. Hopefully, in a few hours, the plane would touch down safely and she would be able to stroll through familiar streets with her feet planted firmly on the ground. It would be a much welcomed change from the weeks she had just spent riding the ocean waves as well. In the meantime, she needed a distraction to take her mind off of the possibility if plummeting to her death with all of the other passengers if something went catastrophically wrong during the flight.
“Are you asleep?” she whispered in Crowe’s ear, again.
“No,” he answered.
“I’m going to the restroom. Wait five minutes and then meet me in there,” Alicia told him as she squeezed his crotch as she got up out of her seat and stepped past him.
Crowe turned his head and watched the way her ass moved underneath her tight skirt as she gracefully strolled down the aisle on her way to the lavatory. He wasn’t sure what she was up to but, he had a good idea.

Five minutes felt like forever but Alicia eventually heard a gentle knock on the restroom door. Her heart quickened as she opened it just a little bit and peeked out. When she saw that it was Crowe, she roughly grabbed him by the collar of his button-up dress shirt and dragged him inside with her. Once he was all the way in, she slammed the door shut behind him. The space was so cramped that they stood practically chest to chest and could barely move.
“What’s going on?” Crowe whispered. He had passed a stewardess on his way and he wasn’t sure if she might have stood just outside to eavesdrop because she must have seen Alicia go in first.
“Nothing yet,” Alicia answered and then showed him the pair of white, lace panties that she had slipped out of while she had been waiting impatiently for him to get there.
“Don’t make too much noise,” he told her confidently, as if he knew that he would make her scream and moan.
Alicia giggled as she unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper and then pulled down his slacks.
“You’re the one who’s going to need to be quiet,” she said with a wicked, dangerous grin as she stuffed her panties in his mouth and then aggressively pulled down his boxer briefs. She smiled wide and licked her lips when she saw how stiff he was already.
With one leg up on the wall, Alicia took Crowe inside her. She was already wet and on fire so no foreplay was required. As sleepy as he had seemed back in his seat, the way he gave it to her didn’t feel like he was tired at all. In fact, he was wild and wide awake. It was also a good thing that she had used her underwear to gag him. Otherwise, every passenger, stewardess, the people all the way up in first class and maybe even the pilots might have heard him growl sexily like a savage. Alicia was keenly aware of the power she possessed and she didn’t hesitate to use it all on him. She gave her all to him. Her body trapped him so deeply that she could tell that he wasn’t sure where he ended and she began. Miles high in the sky, they became as one as they made love. Crowe hugged her tightly and held her close as he went back and forth with slow, forceful strokes.
“I love you,” Alicia whispered in his ear and then kissed his neck.
Without warning, Crowe started to go harder and as they sex became more intense, it sounded as if they might tear down the whole restroom as their bodies banged against the flimsy walls that flexed as they pushed against them. Then, he let go. He let go of his fears, his concerns about how attached he was to her. Crowe released all of his love inside her and kept going until he was completely drained of everything. She took it all willingly when she felt him shudder as he came.

Shamelessly, Alicia and Crowe left the cramped lavatory together and walked back to their seats holding hands. They were certain that, as quiet as they had tried to be, most of the passengers knew exactly what they had been up to. A few frowned, some pretended not to see them and others blushed. An elderly woman who sat quietly knitting next to her elderly husband smiled and winked at Alicia as she and Crowe walked by. There was still a spark of youthful mischief in the white-haired woman’s eyes and Alicia could imagine that the little old lady might just have been quite the naughty sexpot back in the days when she had been young, before time crept up, stripped her of her libido and slowed her down.

A few hours later, the plane landed safely and the passengers clapped to thank the pilots for a smooth flight. After Crowe and Alicia made it through customs without incident, they stepped out of the airport and was kissed by the early morning sunshine. They knew they were home as they walked over to the long line of yellow cabs that their city was famous for who were waiting to pick up newly arrived passengers. Alicia happily inhaled the open air which was a familiar mixture of pollution, the stale, wet, swampy scent of the bodies of water near the airport and jet fuel.
“We’re home,” she said gleefully.
“Yes, we are,” Crowe answered, somewhat less enthusiastically as he helped the cab driver load their luggage into the trunk.
“Where to now?” Alicia asked.
“A nice hotel and a hot shower for now,” he answered.
“Well…hopefully, I won’t be tied to a chair this time,” she said as she reminisced about their first deadly, sexy time together.
“I promise not to tie you up,” he laughed.
“But what if I ask you to?” she flirted.
“You know I’ll do anything you want…just like I did the first time,” he reminded her.
They kissed like lovers who had been apart for months, as if they hadn’t just joined the Mile High Club on their flight and then hopped into the back of the taxi.

Haikeem, the cabbie had no idea that he was in for a bit of a show as he drove his fare to their hotel. He had to force himself to focus on the road after his female passenger unzipped her companion’s pants and put her head in the well-dressed man’s lap. When he did glance back in the rear-view mirror to see what was going on in his backseat, he met his male passenger’s burning eyes. There was something about the man that made him nervous and he immediately knew that it was probably wise to mind his own damn business so, that was exactly what he did.

Copyright © 2017 Keith Kareem Williams All rights reserved.

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Fate, Destiny & Thank You....

Now that I'm closer to finishing up "Love in the City," I promise to start updating the blog more regularly again. You can look forward to reading interviews, new material I'll freestyle some hot short stories specifically tailored for the blog and of course, samples from my books to keep you entertained. As always, thanks for reading and thanks for sticking around, even after I went ghost for a little bit. In the wee hours of the morning, while I was at my desk working, I recorded a little video. Here it is....

Saturday, October 21, 2017

A Room Full of Rogues - A scene from "Death in the City"

Hi guys. As I prepare to FINALLY release "Love in the City" in just a few days, I figured this would be a good time to bless you with some hot samples from "Death in the City." (Both books are connected but you'll have to read them both to see how.) This is one of my favorite scenes because of how sinister it becomes.

3 - A Room Full of Rogues

he back room of the Starlight Nightclub/Cabaret reeked of a mixture of the sweet fragrances that strippers scented their sultry bodies with, cigar smoke and sin. Two scantily-clad, curvy and voluptuous bottle service girls served liquor to the gamblers who were intensely engaged in six different illegal games of poker at six different tables. Five of the card games were being played by men who were just trying to win extra money to make ends meet. Most of those desperate souls were wagering what they really couldn’t afford to lose but, even if misfortune struck and they ended up losing everything except for the shirts on their backs, they still didn’t have very far to fall at all. None of them were strangers to struggle because they’d been toeing the line between poor and completely destitute their entire lives. Although almost all of them would most likely walk away losers at the end of the evening, the odds of them winning a few dollars in the smoke-filled room where the house was usually the cruel winner that took all was still much better than their chances of hitting the jackpots in any of the government-sanctioned lottery games. That was the plight of all the men who sat at all of the gambling tables in that back room except one, and at that one table, the stakes were very different. Sammie scratched his bug, bushy beard and rubbed the intricate, black and grey skull that was tattooed on the side of his bald head.
There was an unnatural bubble of silence that surrounded the sixth table that separated it from the muted murmur and hushed clamor all around it. At that table, which was positioned almost exactly in the center of the room, sat four of the most dangerous people in the entire city. No matter what gripes, grievances or conflicts might have been quietly taking place outside of their card game, everyone else in the room understood that those dangerous individuals were not to be disturbed and if anyone was foolish enough to break that unspoken rule, then that fool would face consequences of the most unpleasant kind.
The card game at that sixth, sacred table had been going on for hours and most of the poker chips ended up piled high in front of Enoch, the club’s owner. He was a heck of a poker player, as the amount of winnings he had amassed that evening confirmed and as he prepared to take a long pull from his cigar, he smiled. The other players at the very exclusive table, Alicia Rose, Sammie Gustavo (aka: Sammie Slim) and Mr. Crowe, all sensed something sinister behind his grin. They found his perfect rows of pearly-white teeth unsettling.
With frowns that openly expressed their frustration, both Sammie Slim and Mr. Crowe folded at the same time. They slammed their cards down on the green felt-covered table. One of the bottle service girls, the incredibly busty, brown-skinned blonde, attempted to pour more champagne into Mr. Crowe’s glass but he rudely snatched the entire bottle from her. He stuffed two $100 bills into the waist of her white, lace corset when he realized how badly he had startled her. As a man of few words, he silently apologized to her when he tipped his black fedora down over his dark eyes. The poor frightened thing scampered off to service another table as Mr. Crowe brought the champagne bottle to his lips. He gulped down the sparkling, bubbly liquor as if it was water while the obese heroin dealer oddly nicknamed “Slim” seated next to him cursed his own bad luck under his breath, in Spanish and in English.
Enoch used a fancy handkerchief to wipe a few drops of sweat from the top of his smooth, bald head. The air-conditioning kept the temperature of the room comfortable but the hot, overhead lamp that was suspended directly above the table threatened to tan his light-brown scalp to a darker shade.
Directly across from Enoch, the only woman at the table studied the five cards she held with her slender, graceful, manicured fingers. Just like everyone else at the table besides Enoch, Alicia had been losing money all evening but, the cards she now stared at made her smile. In fact, she was so confident about them that she winked at Enoch to let him know that she was convinced he stood no chance of beating her this time.
“Finally! About time something good happened,” Alicia chuckled as she pushed all of her remaining chips to the center of the card table and went all in.
“Really? How so?” Enoch asked, equally confident and doubtful that whatever cards she held could possibly beat his.
“I don’t think you can beat this hand, not this time,” Alicia told him smugly.
“I disagree. What I’m holding is going to be pretty damn hard to beat,” Enoch answered as he calmly flipped his cards over, one at a time, exposing three Kings and two 10’s. “THAT, pretty lady, is what is called a full house.”
“Well, that really is a nice hand,” Alicia chirped in a meek voice, pretending to be nervous and frightened by his cards. “But, this one is nicer,” she continued with confidence as she flipped over her cards, one at a time and revealed a 3 of spades followed by four Aces.
Alicia puckered her juicy red lips and blew Enoch a kiss. She leaned over the table to collect all of the chips Enoch and wagered and lost to her. She felt his eyes fall on her ample cleavage, exposed by her low cut evening dress.
“Lucky, lucky me,” she said as she greedily ran her fingers across all of the poker chips she had just added to her own.
“Yes pretty lady. Lucky you,” Enoch answered, still shocked that she had actually won and salty about the way she chose to gloat.
Under the card table, Enoch raised his foot and used his expensive designer shoe to roughly force Alicia’s thighs apart. Suddenly, the cards she had clenched between them fell to the ground. Sammie Slim immediately slid his chair back so he could get a better look under the table to see if what they had all heard was really the sound of playing cards flittering like heavy feathers to the floor. The ruthless, round-bellied drug dealer couldn’t believe that she would dare to cheat. While Alicia nervously eyed the other players at the table, Enoch casually reached for the gun he always kept stashed under the table and then pointed it at her head. Mr. Crowe continued to drink and pretended that he didn’t notice anything while Sammie Slim cursed under his breath in Spanish.
“Lucky you, hmm?” said Enoch to Alicia.
“Puta bitch! Take this dirty bird outside and shoot her! Shoot her now,” yelled Sammie Slim.
“Easy, easy. Take it easy fat man,” Enoch answered him calmly.
“Slim’s right you know. She knows the rules. She knew what would happen if she got caught,” Mr. Crowe said to Enoch in his low, rumbling, raspy voice. “This is a very dangerous place to be cheatin’ Mami. Taking the chance is risky but, gettin’ caught…well, that’s probably fatal,” Mr. Crowe said to Alicia then tipped his hat politely to her, the same way he had to the nervous bottle service girl he had frightened before.
“Alicia, Alicia, Alicia. I see that those thighs of yours are still deadly, and useful. Real sneaky the way you hid all of those cards between them,” said Enoch.
Before Alicia could answer, Sammie Slim grabbed a handful of her hair and violently yanked her head back.
“You…are going…to die…badly…and painfully you bitch!” Sammie Slim growled in her ear.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself? Any explanation for why you’d try something so dangerous? Or, maybe you might want to beg? Not that it would do you any good at this point but, you can try,” Enoch said to her.
“Fuck talkin’! No talkin’!” the fat man yelled out of frustration and impatience. “Take this piece of shit outside and shoot her!”
The other gamblers in the room at the other five tables didn’t know exactly what was going on at the sixth table but, with Enoch’s gun out and pointed at Alicia’s head, they knew enough. Slowly, quietly and in an orderly fashion, they all began to shuffle towards the exit before the shooting started. None of them wanted to get hit with any stray bullets and none of them had any desire to see what was surely coming next. Witnesses to such things tended to disappear, never to be seen again. Everyone knew that ghosts couldn’t testify in court.
Alicia winced in pain as Sammie Slim tightened his grip when he yanked on her head again but, under the card table, she slowly reached for the small caliber pistol that she had also kept hidden between her legs, safely secured in her black, lace garter.
“It would be a shame to have a bullet ruin that pretty face though,” said Mr. Crowe to Enoch.
“I think so too. What do you think Slim? Then again, forget it. We already know what you think. Fucking waste to me though,” said Enoch while shaking his head.
Alicia defiantly slapped away the fat man’s meaty hand and freed herself from his grip.
“I just got my hair done this morning you asshole,” she complained.
With lightning quickness one wouldn’t expect from a man so large, Sammie Slim brandished a butterfly knife seemingly out of thin air like a magician and stabbed it into the card table in front of Alicia. The tip of the blade impaled the Ace of Hearts which was part of Alicia’s winning hand. The 3 of Spades, the Ace of Diamonds, Ace of Clubs and finally, Ace of Spades all remain unscathed.
“I’m supposed to be scared, you fat fuck?” Alicia asked.
Sammie dragged the knife out of the card table and gently rest the blade against the soft skin on her throat, not hard enough to draw blood but with enough force to let her know how sharp it was. However, Alicia didn’t flinch or lose eye-contact with Enoch whose gun was still pointed at her head.
“No, we won’t be able to scare you. I can see in your eyes that even now, with this gun pointed at your head along with full knowledge of my reputation, you’re not afraid at all, are you?” Enoch asked Alicia.
“She should be,” Sammie Slim chimed in before Alicia could answer. “A bullet is too quick, too clean for you. You will scream. You will bleed. And then you will scream some more before you die you bitch. I promise you that. Fuckin’ puta,” he growled at her.
“I bet you’d love that huh?” Alicia asked Sammie Slim sarcastically.
“Yes, yes I would,” he answered.
“I bet the thought of that turns you on. I bet you rather see me get tortured than fuck me. I bet hearing me scream and beg would make your little dick hard wouldn’t it?” she continued to taunt Sammie Slim.
“Yes it would…and by the way, it’s not small baby,” he answered.
“Too bad. I’ve heard you only feed it to men though. Everybody knows how much you hate women. I wonder why? Awww, did some spicy little fox break the fat man’s heart once upon a time? No, that’s not it. That’s too simple. It had to be something much deeper than that. Oh, wait…did Sammie’s daddy touch him when he was a little boy? Maybe he did and you found out you really liked it,” Alicia continued to wickedly taught Sammie Slim. “That’s it, isn’t it? That’s why you’re a fag?” she asked and braced herself for what was sure to happen next. She didn’t have to wait long.
Sammie Slim’s closed fist hit Alicia in the mouth like a brick and split her lip. With a mouth full of blood, she laughed hysterically because of how easily she had found what seemed to be a chink in the ruthless man’s armor.
What had Alicia had said and the things she had wrongly implied about Sammie’s father compelled him to share a story that very few people had ever heard. It was a strange and intimate thing to open up about but, he figured that she wasn’t going to live long enough to wag her tongue about it outside of their little circle.
“My father was a good man…a hard-working man. He was a plumber by trade and spent most of his days elbow deep in other people’s shit. He did that so he could take care of us, my mother and me. My mother was beautiful…even more beautiful than you, you slut,” Sammie Slim told Alicia and as he tried to stick his finger in her mouth, she snapped her teeth, nearly biting him but he pulled back just in time. “Every man in our neighborhood wanted my mother, and she loved the attention. I know that my father hated the way she dressed…the short skirts that showed off her long legs…the low-cut blouses that showed too much of her breasts but, my father loved her so he pretended not to see. In certain ways, he knew that she needed to be free. He used to always say that birds don’t belong in cages, whatever the fuck that means.”
“Your father was wiser than most men if he understood that,” Alicia interrupted him but Sammie Slim ignored her comment and continued with his story.
“One afternoon, my mother asked the superintendent of our building to come over and fix a leak somewhere in our apartment which didn’t make sense to me because, even though I couldn’t have been more than five years old, I knew that my father could have fixed anything in our place that was broken. He always did.
My mother ended up in the bedroom with the scumbag super while I sat on the floor in front of the locked bedroom door. I’ll never forget my father’s face, the shame I saw in his eyes when he came home early and heard what I had been listening to for over an hour. He picked me up in his arms and opened the bedroom door. He dropped me and vomited all over the floor when he saw my mother bent over in their bed taking 13 inches of dick and loving it. Do you know what 13 inches of meat looks like?” Sammie asked Alicia.
“I do actually. A little bit much for me but I guess your mom was what we call a size queen,” Alicia answered, trying half-heartedly not to laugh in Sammie’s face. “I’m guessing your daddy wasn’t packing anything even close to that…and they say dick size is hereditary so, I’m guessing you aren’t either,” she said, this time laughing as she did.
Sammie Slim punched her again, this time in the side of her head so hard that she saw stars and nearly blacked out.
“Your mother was a slut and your dad didn’t have enough dick to please her so you grew up to hate women. We get it,” Alicia groaned as she continued to taunt him fearlessly.
Sammie Slim raised his fist to strike her again but Enoch nodded and stopped him.
“I suggest you stop antagonizing him,” Enoch warned her.
“I’m not afraid of this pig,” she answered defiantly with the small caliber pistol still secured firmly in her grip under the table. Only Enoch’s large caliber gun pointed at her head kept her from using it.
“Oh, I know you’re not scared of him. Don’t forget that I know who you are, Alicia Rose,” Enoch reminded her. “Runaway wild child who killed her first pimp at fifteen. Rumor has it that you killed three more after that. Then, as soon as you turned eighteen you came to work for me here at the club and we made a lot of money together. You hustled the most dangerous hustlers…the ones that all of the other girls were afraid of. You remember how we used to set them up? Rob them? Even had to kill a few. Yes, we made a lot of money together. There is real power in your pussy. I’ll give you that. I know you Alicia, but I never thought you’d try to hustle me, especially not at something as petty as a card game.”
“Petty? There’s a lot of money at this table,” she answered.
“This?” Enoch laughed as he waved his hand over the chips that were still stacked in front of him. “This is small money compared to what you’re used to now. It might’ve been a lot to you back when you were serving drinks here for me but I know that you’ve graduated to blackmailing athletes and celebrities, caught on tape doing the dirtiest, most degenerate deeds imaginable. That’s where the real money’s at. It’s more profitable and much safer than trying to rip off a bunch of ruthless criminals. I’ve heard you have a team of hoes and sneaky set-up bitches working ‘round the clock for you. Let me ask you, is it true that you’ve even got a few politicians in your sticky, scummy pockets now that can’t let their wives or the voters know what they REALLY like, or how they like it?” Enoch asked, sounding as if he truly, genuinely respected her hustle.
“All rumors,” she answered and frowned at Enoch in disgust because she knew exactly why he had brought up the shady past when she used to work for him. They had done a lot of dirt together and she was sure that he wanted to remind her what HE was also capable of.
“Rumors huh?” he chuckled. “You’re like a deadly, sexually-transmitted disease. Most men that come in contact with you end up dead,” said Enoch.
“The ones who aren’t breathing are the ones who didn’t deserve to live anyway,” Alicia answered.
“Well, what I’m trying to figure out is how we got here. You and I parted ways on good terms, or at least that’s what I thought. So, why are you here trying to rip me off for this little bit of change?” Enoch asked, genuinely curious.
“Big, BIG balls on this bitch,” Sammie Slim chimed in.
“You’re gonna want to borrow somebody else’s after I blow off the tiny ones you got between your greasy legs you fat fuck!” Alicia threatened Sammie as she slammed her small pistol into his crotch underneath the card table.
Alicia smiled when Sammie yelped in pain. Enoch laughed out loud and Mr. Crowe continued to calmly drink his liquor as if he was oblivious to the deadly standoff.
“That’s for fucking up my hair,” she growled as she pressed the little pistol hard into his crotch and nearly crushed his testicles. “Put your gun down Enoch, or I swear I’ll turn this prick into a woman.”
“You know what would really be ironic?” Enoch started to ask but Alicia interrupted him.
“Yes, I’m holding the little pistol you sold me years ago,” she answered his question before he had a chance to ask it.
“And my handiwork comes back to haunt me of course. I forgot I even sold that to you until just now. Should have had them frisk you at the door. I must be getting sloppy, or senile, or both,” said Enoch while shaking his head.
“Must be,” Alicia answered dryly. “Now, put your gun down before I make a mess.”
“You must know that that move will not save your pretty ass,” Mr. Crowe told Alicia as he examined the bottom of the empty bottle of champagne in his hand.
“And I’m supposed to be terrified right?” Alicia asked, her question directed at all three of the dangerous men seated at the table. “What you all need to be asking yourselves is what kind of bitch would try to pull off some shit like this, knowing exactly who she was dealing with. How many men would have even had the guts to sit down and gamble with Sammie Gustavo Slim, the heroin king? What kind of crazy broad would be bold enough to walk into the same room with Mr. Crowe, the alcoholic contract killer who they say aims better when he’s drunk? I’ve heard that he’s probably killed more men than cancer.” Mr. Crowe grinned as she acknowledged his legendary reputation and he tipped his fedora to respectfully salute Alicia before she continued. “Who in their right mind would try to cheat you, Enoch, the club owner and arms dealer? I’ve heard that you’re impossible to catch or kill, or at least you have been so far. There are even people who think you just may be the devil himself. Anything that’s wicked or fucked up, you’ve got a finger in it, if not your whole goddamn hand. Everyone knows that once they owe you a debt, there’ll be hell to pay before the end. What kind of woman would risk her soul to try to get over on you?” Alicia asked her former boss.
“Ooohhh, you sound so scary when you talk like that,” Enoch mocked her. “You know who I am but here you are, underestimating me, as if every bit of my reputation wasn’t earned,” Enoch laughed. “I’ll tell you what kind of woman plays a game this dangerous…an overconfident, conceited one. One who has, for as long as she can remember, played dangerous games and walked away without many scratches. One who thinks she got into our little card game by showing off her tits and swinging her ass around. One who owes me a favor and is desperate to find a way out of settling her debt,” Enoch answered. “You know, Sammie and Crowe both asked me why I let you in the game. They hadn’t heard of you but like Santa, I know all of the naughty children. They’re my business…the sinners. I know who and what you are Alicia.”
“Really?” Alicia asked.
“I think so,” he answered before he blew her a kiss. “Now, let’s see if we can sort this out.”
“You mean, you want to know if we can resolve our issues before I blow Sammie’s balls off?” Alicia asked.
“Sammie’s balls? No, you need better bargaining chips than those,” Enoch laughed again. “If I spare your life, I’m going to need blackmailed favors from the friends you’ve made in high places. I don’t really give a shit about Sammie’s balls at all.”
“No? Well, if I had to guess, I’d say you WOULD care a great deal about that twisted mind inside your skull, right? I’d even go so far as to bet that you wouldn’t want to have your brains splattered all over my cleavage,” Alicia threatened Enoch with a confident smile as she ran her fingers suggestively between her large, D-cup breasts.
“And you would manage that how?” Enoch asked.
Suddenly, the brown skinned, blonde bottle service girl that Mr. Crowe had frightened earlier pressed a chrome pistol to the back of Enoch’s head.
“Ahh, the plot thickens,” said Enoch, sincerely surprised to find himself in such a dangerous predicament. “You play dirty,” he said to Alicia.
“Learned from the best,” she answered.
“Wow…what a room full of detestable villains we are,” Mr. Crowe said as he leaned slightly in his chair to get a better view of the armed bottle service girl’s big, flawless, round ass. “And I’ve been tipping her all night to see if I could maybe get to fuck her later. Damn. Tonight, it’s just tragedy after tragedy. Two beautiful women are going to be wasted because of their own treachery,” he said. “And what kind of fools are we to gamble with women like this?” Mr. Crowe asked while locking eyes with Alicia.
“I’m sure that it’s one of my guns pointed at the back of my head too, isn’t it?” Enoch asked.
“It sure is,” Alicia chuckled.
“You shouldn’t have gotten Steph involved in this. Well, there’s no turning back now,” Enoch said to Alicia. “You’re in deep now for sure pretty ladies,” he told both women.
“Alright…enough!” Mr. Crowe growled before he brandished two beautiful but deadly, .45 Magnum revolvers faster than lightning. One, he pointed at Alicia. The other he aimed at the bottle service girl with the big ass and shaky hands. “Enoch sold me THESE guns too,” he slurred.
“Now…THAT man is pissy drunk,” said Enoch, pointing out Mr. Crowe’s elevated level of intoxication. “I’ll bet he can’t even stand but could probably clip a butterfly in the wing from a hundred yards away and both of your faces are much closer than that. And I bet even Slim’s got a gun tucked away somewhere under that monstrous belly of his. I also bet Slim could still pull a trigger, even without his nuts. He’d probably be even meaner without ‘em,” Enoch joked while maintaining a serious expression on his face.
What followed was a long silence as everyone in the room weighed their options as they tried to guess how the standoff would end. People were definitely going to die and no one wanted to be one of the casualties. Before long, the unexpected sound of footsteps broke the silence as an old man, with old bones, in old boots made his way across the room towards the table.
“Ah, a new player approaches. My fellow black-hearted villains…a moment please. I believe that someone is here to see me,” said Enoch.
Rudy walked closer to the table cautiously, like a squirrel ready to run at the first threatening rapid movement. He swallowed hard before he took the last step that would put him close enough to Enoch to be heard.
“E…Enoch…Mr. Enoch…Mr. E,” Rudy stuttered nervously, not quite sure how to properly address the man respectfully without giving offense.
“What could you possibly want with me, Dad?” Enoch asked Rudy to the shock and surprise of everyone at the table. No one could have guessed that the vagabond, vagrant that had snuck his way into the back room of the club was Enoch’s father. “For YOUR problems, I believe you would be needing Sammie Slim or…maybe that degenerate Manuel, depending on what you prefer…the dope or the cain. I don’t know if you prefer the devil’s candy in your nose or in your veins.”
“I…I don’t do drugs. I never have, son,” Rudy answered, not sure if it was even safe to call Enoch son.
“Well, in that case, maybe you need something else…but I seriously doubt that Ms. Alicia would offer the likes of you any of her services, even though…the world IS full of surprises,” Enoch suggested.
“Fuck you!” Alicia cursed Enoch and raised her middle finger.
“No, you’re who I came lookin’ for. It’s you I came to talk to,” Rudy told Enoch.
“As you can see, I am currently involved in what could become a very painful situation for me so, get on with it, please,” Enoch urged his father.
“I got somethin’ I thought you might want to buy. I know you deal with these things,” Rudy tried to explain.
“Things? Be more specific,” Enoch told him while twirling his finger impatiently.
“I got a gun to sell,” Rudy told him.
“Are you fucking serious? Are you kidding me? A gun? Why would I want to buy a gun from the likes of you? Do you know I sell more guns than the CIA and the fucking fallen Soviet Union combined?” Enoch roared. He exaggerated of course but he did move a lot of guns through the city. “Get the fuck outta here before one of these bitches blows my fucking head off!”
Disappointed and dejected, Rudy turned around to walk away without protest. As he made his way to the exit, he took out the gun he had wanted to sell and when Enoch spotted it, it caught his attention.
“Wait a minute. Let me see that,” Enoch called out to his father.
Rudy slowly walked back over to his son’s side while carefully keeping out of anyone’s line of fire. He gently placed the gun in Enoch’s outstretched hand. Once Enoch had it in his grip, he examined it with the freakishly strange sensuality, almost as if he was studying the curves on a woman’s body.
“I know you,” Enoch whispered to the gun before he softly, creepily kissed the barrel. Then, he sniffed it as if it was a fragrant flower, or a pair of women’s underwear that had been worn. “I sold this gun to a drug dealer about a year ago. I wonder how you got this and what happened to him?” Enoch inquired.
“I found it…and I think he’s dead,” Rudy answered.
“Oh well, I did warn him to get out of that business before it was late. I saw in his eyes that his heart wasn’t in it anymore. In that game, when that happens, a man loses his edge and death, or the Feds, usually come knocking soon after,” said Enoch.
“So you want to buy it?” Rudy asked impatiently, anxious to get out of that back room as soon as possible.
“No,” Enoch answered and nonchalantly tossed the gun back to Rudy who bobbled it before he finally secured it in his shaky grip.
“But…I could really use the money,” Rudy pleaded with his ruthless son.
“Money? You need money? You’ve got a gun. Go rob somebody if you need money so bad. Now, get the fuck outta my place before you get me shot!” Enoch yelled at his father.
Rudy held his head down in shame as he made his way to the exit again. Just as he began open the door to leave, Enoch called out to him once more.
“Hey…before you go…I wonder if you would mind shooting someone for me before you leave…even though I didn’t buy the gun?” Enoch asked.
Rudy walked out without answering.
“Didn’t think so,” Enoch mumbled.
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