by Gabi Moore
“No, Joey,” Melissa said quietly.
“Exactly. No. In fact, what the fuck are you wearing? You know I hate those kind of shirts,” I said and gestured her chest. Janie and her exchanged glances.
“Don’t look at her. Look at me, I’m the one talking to you,” I barked. “Take it off.”
Melissa looked surprised.
“Take it off?”
“Are you deaf too, bitch?”
Her face soured. She set the bag she was working on off to the side and then considered it.
“God, Joey, you don’t need to be mean just because you’re stressed about all the muscle you guys are losing, you know…” Janie said.
The instant she stopped speaking I could tell that she knew she had fucked up. Melissa winced. I smiled at this.
“You take your shirt off, too.”
I hadn’t fucked Janie. Not yet, anyway. She was mouthy, a bit insolent, but dumb as hell and wouldn’t take much convincing. Her face went white as I passed my eyes over her thin tank top. She wasn’t as thickly built as Melissa. Her hair was shorter, with a little wave to it. But she wasn’t bad looking.
They slowly started moving, but they both seemed more than a little reluctant to strip. I stood, kicking the chair back behind me and relishing how it made them jump. Good. At least they had enough brains in their thick heads to fear me. I took a few menacing steps off to the end of the room and opened a side cabinet. I reached far into the back and pulled out an old, small cigarette tin with a ribbon tied around it. Inside was a tablespoon or so of soft, cinnamon-fine powder, the color of rust.
Janie muttered something in Spanish to Melissa. I chose to ignore this. I noisily sat back down at my chair, placed the cigarette tin on the table and moistened my index finger. I held Melissa’s gaze as I lowered it into the powder and picked up a fine film of dust which I quickly snorted. She looked genuinely frightened.
“Is that …?”
“Pink Kisses, yes.”
They again exchanged looks.
“I notice your fucking shirts are still on,” I said. In a few moments, they had removed them and set them aside. Janie’s tits were tight and hard, the little nipples erect like a pair of coffee beans. I didn’t give her the pleasure of my ogling them.
“I thought… I thought there wasn’t another batch yet,” Melissa said, and I thought how awesome it would be for some of the coke to dust her nipples.
“There isn’t a new batch,” I said and helped myself to another dab, before closing the tin and retying the ribbon. She looked confused.
“Is that …the old batch?”
I smiled at her.
“The tainted batch?”
Janie watched us talk like a dog trying to figure out how to understand its English-speaking owners.
I didn’t have to answer. She knew what it was and I knew it impressed her. At first I thought I had held onto some of the dirty batch out of morbid curiosity. Then I wondered if I was keeping it out of guilt. I hadn’t been the one to kill him, sure, but that was just a detail. But no, I had kept a small sample, and had taken it, just because I fucking could. Because I wasn’t afraid. It was enough to finish off a fragile old man, but why should I be afraid of it? As it happens, it was the right choice. Taking Pink Kisses cut with an SSRI was just about the best idea I had come up with lately.
“Joey, that shit’ll kill you,” Melissa said softly. Her small, powdered white fingers were moving swiftly over the bags again, knotting perfect measures of cocaine and twisting the tail around the bag into neat, regular little loops.
“Do I look dead to you?” I said.
I thought I heard them sniggering amongst themselves. But it was like it was happening just out of sight, just out the corner of my eye. I couldn’t tell if they were petrified or making fun of me. Maybe both. Or maybe I was a little paranoid. This stuff did have a slight edge, I couldn’t deny that.
Maybe I’d fuck both of them, at the same time. Maybe I’d spread both of them out here on the table, smearing their tan bodies right into the pile of coke and letting it fly everywhere. Maybe I’d slip my cock into one, then the other, then into the first one again, and keep going, and they’d fucking scream and beg for it, and then they’d think twice the next time they wanted to second guess every little fucking thing I said. Maybe I’d lean back in my chair and make them fuck each other. For my entertainment. They could damn well earn their pay for a change. Maybe I wouldn’t let them go till they both got one another off.
“Joey? Joey, are you OK?”
Melissa was half risen off her chair and was staring at me with panic in her face. I smiled at her.
“You look really high or something, baby. Maybe you should go and take a rest, huh?”
“Just trying to get rid of me are you?” I said and laughed.
“It’s just that, Joey, you don’t look so good. Are you even supposed to mix that brown stuff with coke?” Janie said.
I shot her a poisonous look.
“If I ever needed to ask someone if I was fucking supposed to do something or not, it sure as hell wouldn’t be you, would it?” I snapped.
But she didn’t look fearful anymore. In fact, I began to wonder if she was laughing at me again. Her lips were still. Her face was expressionless, but I felt almost as though …she was laughing at me anyway. A more obnoxious kind laughter, and invisible one that I couldn’t point to, but I knew was there all the same.
But fuck them. Fuck them both. I was riding that sweet, powdery high and if that made them uncomfortable, it sounded like a whole bunch of their problem, not mine. The news reports, the rumors – they were all true. I wouldn’t say that this shit gave you psychic powers or anything. That’s stupid. But it did …how could I describe it? It did ramp things up a whole hell of a lot. It made me feel light. Like I could buzz, or turn into electricity if I concentrated hard enough. It didn’t do a damn thing in the trouser department but it’s not as though I’ve ever needed that. On this stuff, I was more than a king. I was a god. Like a giant on Mount Olympus, looking far out and down on the entire world. If two half-naked sluts didn’t understand that, well, again, it was their problem.
The girls were quietly at their work again, and I sat in silence in my chair watching them, slumped a little but feeling like I could read every thought in their dirty minds. I laced my fingers and smiled to myself. Melissa’s tits jiggled slightly every time she leaned over to add a bag to the growing pile.
“The problem is loyalty,” I said again, although I wasn’t sure if I had only thought it or said it out loud.
“The problem is that there just isn’t any loyalty anymore.”
They said nothing.
“When that fucking Mickey shows his damn face again, he’s gonna wish he never took off in the first place,” I said, cracking my own knuckles in my hand, one at a time. Janie looked up at me.
“Mickey? Fat Mickey?” she said.
“Yeah, Fat Mickey,” I said.
Melissa also pricked her ears. “Mickey’s dead” she said and shrugged.
“The fuck he is. And what do you know? Keep your nose out. Mickey’s got issues. Disappears for weeks on end. His wife or something…”
“Nah, I’m pretty sure they took him out,” she said again, and carried on working. Melissa looked sideways over at her.
The guys had sworn up and down that he was fine, that he just did this, that my father and him had an understanding, that I needed to not make a big deal about it …and now this 20-year-old nobody bitch was busy telling me otherwise? I tried to speak calmly, to not let them see how ruffled I was.
“Who took him out?”
“Oh, I don’t know, somebody,” she said. “Who’s that guy who left? That guy who did a runner and then you sent people after him to take him out?”
It irked me beyond belief that this mere child knew anything at all about the operations of this business.
“The guy that left? Mr. Martin?”
“Nah.”
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“Giovane K?”
“Nah, the other guy, that really hot guy,” she said and giggled.
I felt ready to explode out of some hot circle growing somewhere on the top of my head. It was all just a big joke, was it? That I had so many defectors that people could barely keep track? The hot guy. The fucking hot guy. Melissa seemed as surprised as I was.
“Do you mean Jack? The hit guy?” Melissa said.
“Yes! Jack. That’s what I heard anyway,” she said. With her tongue she fished out a forgotten wad of gum and began loudly cracking it between her teeth. Melissa cowered a little as she looked over at me.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” I yelled at her. She looked mad. “Anyway, you heard it? Where did you ‘hear’ it?” I said, turning my wrath to Janie.
“I don’t know! Just around, you know. Everybody knows it, not like it’s a big secret…” she said.
I was so mad I wanted to punch a hole clean through that table. Not only were the few men I had left fucking up on our new territories, and not only did I have spies and backstabbers to deal with, my own upper level managers were lying to me through their teeth.
“You OK, Joey…?”
I looked up to see Melissa’s soft face, watching me quizzically. I snorted, straightened in my chair and shrugged.
“I’m perfect baby, don’t worry about a thing.” I couldn’t let them get even an inkling that they had known about so trivial a piece of information that I didn’t.
What happened in the next five minutes was hard to pin down. Though I sat perfectly still on that chair, hands laced and head lowered, my mind was whizzing a thousand miles an hour. I would have all their heads. I didn’t care if I wiped out three quarters of what my father had built, I would root out the insubordination, once and for all. But it wasn’t enough. They were just two women, for fuck’s sake. Worthless, stupid women who’d do anything for money. And yet …they thought they were better than me. I could see it in their eyes. In the way they moved around. I could smell it on them, I knew I could.
I couldn’t let them know how deeply humiliated it felt to watch them sit there like that. How white-hot the rage for them was as that moment. But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t get my own. I just needed to think. I had already consoled myself that Evie was still on the loose, but I had been assured over and over again that Jack had been exterminated. I watched them. Weighing, scraping, packing, knotting… it was all a mockery of me. All designed to make fun of me. They were pushing me. Trying their luck. But I wouldn’t let them get the better of me.
“Hey Janie, what else do you think we should do, to fix up things around here, huh?”
“Boss?” she said and gave me a shocked look.
“Well, you got so many bright ideas, go on and tell me. Maybe I make you my next VP, huh?” I said and flashed her a juicy grin. She smiled but Melissa’s face went white.
“Well,” she said, and made like she was thinking. “This is just my opinion, right? But I think what made your dad so great was that he never, ever stuck his head out, you know?”
She was behaving like she was at a slumber party chatting over pizza to a friend, rather than at the secret home of the country’s most feared drug kingpin with a pile of coke in front of her.
“Yeah I know.”
“Well, if you ask me, this is the problem,” she said and indicated the white powder on her fingertips. Melissa looked like she desperately wanted her to shut up. I smiled as broadly as I could manage and egged her on.
“You mean the coke?”
“Yeah, I mean the coke. Obviously, it’s a big fuck you to the people on the west side, right? It’s like, you’re deliberately asking for trouble, you know? Your dad was always in the shadows. Nobody even knew who he was. But then you come along, and you’re like” here she laughed “you’re like this big dude who’s totally like a gangster from a movie, you know? And everyone knows who you are and where to find you, and this coke is just like a big old target on your head,” she said, smiling at her own brilliant analysis.
It was then that I saw it. I saw into her. It was only a split second. Only the tiniest fraction of time. But it was enough. For a fleeting moment, I caught a glimpse of what she really felt about me. And it was awful. She wasn’t afraid of me. Oh no, she was derisive. Her contempt for me was only mildly suspended for as long as it took to extract enough cash from me. For that split second, I saw myself as she saw me. A violent, diminished man. Unattractive. Pathetic.
It was enough to take my breath away. She prattled on, oblivious to the deep channel straight into her brain that I had briefly opened and peered into. Completely unaware of the effect her words were having on me. Melissa made a move to cut her off, but the girl kept speaking.
“Anyway, that’s why I think you should just lay low sometimes, you know? Just take the ego out of the game a little and be more, what do you call it? Strategic,” she said and smiled simply at me.
In the next breath, I had drawn my pistol, extended my arm directly over the table and sent a bullet straight through the center of her skull.
Melissa screamed. Janie’s mouth flopped open like a dead fish and she sputtered and gargled a little, looking down at the table and then back up at me, before sliding sideways off her chair and into a crooked pile on the floor. Her legs remained tangled up with the chair. Little motes of cocaine sprinkled down onto her like snowflakes. She died with her eyes open. The buzzing in my own head stopped. I put the pistol away.
Melissa’s entire face was red, and she was clutching a hand tightly over her mouth. Crying, she dashed over to the body, hands outstretched.
“Stop,” I said, and lay my hand again over the pistol. “Leave her.”
She shot me a wildly panicked look and scuttled back to her chair. I hated the way her breasts hung down when she leant forward. Like a dog’s. I hated how soft her face looked right now. How completely weak she seemed.
“But Joey, why? Why do it? Why, Joey?”
I hated the tiny snot bubble I could hear in her nose as she cried. I did it because I could. The moment I shot her, she couldn’t look at me that way anymore.
“Get back to work or you’re next,” I said.
I could make out her chest heaving as she stifled some sobs and tried to work with shaking fingers.
“Joey, baby, she was my sister,” she wept.
“Sister? I thought she was just a friend or something…”
She gave me a look as though I’d slapped her.
And then I felt that little channel opening up again. I felt myself getting close to her, to something deep inside those wet eyes of hers. And I didn’t fucking like it. I didn’t want to look into her mind. And I didn’t want to have to kill her if I found the same thing in there as in that other dirty bitch who now lay bleeding on the floor. I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t bear to experience that, not ever again.
“Get up.”
She sniffled and looked at me with damp eyes.
“What?”
“I said get the fuck up!”
She sprang to her feet. I could feel it coming on. I could feel her hate for me. I squeezed my fists down hard to blot it out, to force away that sensation of the pure, black loathing she had for me …but I couldn’t. Melissa was one of the few people I had left. She was an insignificant whore, a nobody, but she alone put up with me, she stayed when the others left and lied to me. She fucked my sorry ass when Evie ran off starry eyed after that stupid “hot” bastard Jack. She was all I had left. She had to love me.
“Take your pants off. Strip, all of it,” I yelled.
She was crying loudly now, unable to look at the body just a few feet to the side of us.
“Joey, please don’t…”
“Shut up. Don’t make me,” I said, my hand going to my pistol again.
If I had to take what I wanted by force, then so be it. She would learn to love me. They would all fucking learn to love me. A haze descended over me as I grabbed the edge of
the table and tore upwards, sending it and everything on it flying through the air. She screamed and backed away, but I lurched forward and grabbed her by her hair.
The time for asking was over. The time for telling had begun. And once I was finished here, I would go after both Evie and her lover boy personally. I don’t care what big special secret she claims to know, and I don’t care how hot anybody thinks that motherfucker of hers is, they would both die, even if I had to do it with my own bare hands.
I grabbed the now-naked body of Melissa and swiveled her around so her back faced me. Her hands staggered forward to balance against the wall as I shoved her forward and unzipped. She was crying hard now, her ribcage wracked with sobs as I yanked out my cock and drove my way deep up and into her. She didn’t resist. She didn’t do anything but cry. I didn’t care though. As long as she didn’t turn around, as long as I didn’t have to look inside those eyes of hers and see what I didn’t want to see, it would all be OK.
I would fuck her until it was all OK…
Chapter 17 - Evelyn
I hadn’t been in a log cabin like this since I was a little girl. I had forgotten how lovely it could be, out here in the woods. Just the trees. The cold, crisp air. Even the sunshine seemed cleaner somehow. I liked the wildness of it all. How you had to survive on your own wits. And I always prided myself on being strong. On knowing how to get shit done, and not letting anyone bully me. I don’t know when I myself turned into a bully, but as I sat there and waited for Jack to return, it hit me all at once: I had never really been the victim. But I sure have been the perpetrator.
I had killed. Over and over again. I had been merciless. I had used men’s desire for me as a weapon against them. I had lied and manipulated. And yet still, Jack was out there right now, searching for fresh water for me and the baby.
The fainting spells were getting more frequent now, and I could no longer argue that I was able to tag along after him anymore. It was hard to imagine that there was any danger facing us out here, with the world looking as pretty as it did. But we were being chased.