Killer Dolls, Part 3

by Nisa Santiago

  Cristal and Aoki were heavily armed and took cover behind a brick partition in the house. They kept low and readied themselves for combat.

  “How many you think?” Cristal asked.

  Aoki took a quick glance outside, almost getting her head shot off. “Me tink six!”

  The girls took a needed deep breath and returned gunfire. Fuck it, they were ready to die today, ready to go out in a blaze of glory, but not before they killed a few men themselves.

  All of a sudden, a shooter came crashing through the kitchen window like a maniac. Aoki spun around and impulsively took aim and shot him before he could shoot them. The head shot sent his body crashing to the floor.

  Two more shooters fervently barged into the home, opening fire with their machine guns. The girls had to scurry for safety. They were outnumbered and outgunned, but refused to be taken out. The men’s Heckler and Koch MP5 turned the living room wall into Swiss cheese. Bullets whizzed by them like rockets going off.

  “I’ll go high, you go low!” Cristal shouted.

  Aoki hunkered down to the floor and slid herself from behind the wall, while Cristal stood erect and veered from behind the wall, and both girls simultaneously opened fire at the two shooters. One hit ’em high, and the other hit ’em low. Now three were dead, and they were still standing. But the threat was still coming at them strong.

  Natalia wasn’t going to let them live. It wasn’t in her blood to fail. She’d taken out The Bishop, but Aoki and Cristal were vicious and crafty. She and her three remaining shooters charged into the house determined to vanquish these two bitches.

  Inside, Aoki and Cristal were waiting for them all, and they had that fire in their eyes to survive, or take everyone out with them in a bang.

  And then the explosion happened. The ground shook violently, and the earth underneath their feet came apart. The billow of black smoke could be seen for several miles.

  *

  They had barely escaped with their lives in the shootout with GHOST Protocol. Cristal had rigged the oven with explosives and removed the gas line, so when the gunfire erupted again, everything went off, but by then the girls were dashing for their escape.

  Cristal drove a stolen car. They needed to find a quiet, secure location. She needed to aid Aoki, who’d been shot in her side and was bleeding profusely. Cristal tried not to panic. They needed help. They needed a doctor without risking going to any hospitals.

  Thinking on her feet, Cristal forced a doctor at gunpoint in a clinic parking lot while he was walking to his car at night back inside.

  “Save her, or you’re a dead man.”

  He performed surgery on Aoki with the tools he had. She would live, but she would need to rest.

  All of their friends were dead, and many of their enemies were dead too, and they both were going to be hunted until they were dead. Cristal knew it. They had both agencies hunting them. Agencies that they once held allegiance to were now their mortal enemies. And to stay alive, they were stronger together than apart.

  But what worried Cristal the most was, Did Natalia die in that explosion? There was no telling. Natalia was a ruthless, coldhearted bitch. She and Aoki were good, but Natalia was the best. If she could murder The Bishop, then they knew she couldn’t be stopped. If Natalia had survived that explosion, then she wouldn’t stop hunting Cristal even if it meant falling off the edge of the earth to succeed.

  They needed to leave the country, and now!

  Thirty-Seven

  Oscar puffed on his Cuban cigar as he stood on the tarmac of Opa-Locka Airport in northeast Miami. The place was a smaller relief airport for Miami International Airport, and offered Customs and refueling services for nine runways. It was a convenient private airport for Oscar and other wealthy men. Oscar’s fifteen-million-dollar Learjet was fueled and ready to take off into the sky. He was leaving for Mexico dressed handsomely in his custom linen suit and white shoes, his gold Rolex and diamond pinky ring shining brighter than the Miami sun. He was accompanied by several armed henchmen, and along with their guns, his men carried two duffel bags of cash totaling six million dollars. It was time to leave America for good.

  He walked toward his jet proudly. When he landed in Mexico he planned to have sex with many beautiful women, hire more killers to his organization, shield himself in his large mansion with his wife, run for public office, and continue warring with the Señor cartel. A powerful man with many powerful friends, Oscar felt untouchable.

  He ascended the stairs and entered his jet. It was a beautiful plane—one of the best. The cabin held eight leather seats in a double club layout with plenty of room to swivel, recline, and track, several flat-screens, a mini-bar, and bathroom. The moment Oscar stepped into his plane, he could sense something wasn’t right. His young beauty, Tamsin, wasn’t there to greet him with her golden smile and gorgeous figure. Tamsin was his flight attendant and the only woman he trusted to have on his plane.

  He walked toward the cockpit to greet his two pilots, but suddenly was met with a rude awakening and the shock of his life when Aoki appeared from out of nowhere and shoved a Desert Eagle in his face.

  “You’re dead!” he shouted.

  “No, you are!” she exclaimed. She pistol-whipped him, and he fell to his knees, his nose broken and bloody.

  When his henchmen tried to board behind him, there was Cristal taking them out with sniper fire, dropping every last one of them on the tarmac. Now Oscar had no protection. He didn’t feel so untouchable anymore.

  Aoki glared at him. This was her moment. She had done her research and found out that Oscar used The Commission a lot in his business and had given them millions of dollars to take out his competition. He had cheated death dozens of times, but today his luck had finally run out.

  “You bitch!” Oscar growled.

  “Yuh had AZ killed too, huh?”

  “You think this is over? You kill me, and you and your entire family will suffer.”

  Aoki smirked. “What family? Me have no family left.”

  Aoki had heard enough. She blew his head off right there, and Oscar’s body dropped backwards. Now his perfect linen white suit was covered in his blood.

  Cristal grabbed the duffel bags and hurried onto the plane, carrying her sniper rifle and shouted, “We need to go!”

  Aoki pointed her gun at the pilots and told them to take off, and they did what they were told. The plane started to move toward the runway. They wanted to be in the air and flying out of the country ASAP.

  Cristal looked down at Oscar’s mangled body and said, “So this is him.”

  Aoki nodded.

  On the plane with them were the duffel bags of cash. The girls unzipped it, and they couldn’t help but smile widely. It was totally unexpected. Aoki got her millions after all.

  The Learjet lifted off, soaring into the clear blue sky. They would soon be out of the country and gone for good.

  Epilogue

  Rome, Italy

  One Year Later

  The villa by the shoreline was beautiful, full of greenery, warm life, and tranquility. Aoki and Cristal took refuge in the small villa. There, they studied at a local college under assumed names and were trying to live normal lives for once. She and Cristal were both Catholics now and attended St. Mary’s Basilica to continually repent for their sins. Both girls were content with their new lives. The Italian men were in love with the black women. Their place was full of life as they acquainted themselves with the locals.

  In Italy, it seemed like everyone was family. There was lots of red wine, salad, and pasta. In their country home, the ladies chatted with their houseguests, laughed and enjoyed life the way it should have been from the beginning. Spread out on their reclaimed dining room table was a large meal of spaghetti and meatballs, spaghetti alle vongole, carbonara, linguini with clam sauce, risotto with lemon, and green beans.

 
Aoki looked around and smiled. She finally had a real family. She thought back to when she had gone to see the psychic Ida alone in New Orleans. It was risky traveling back to the States, but she needed to see this woman. Ida read Aoki’s cards and told her that her future would be short-lived unless she killed the girl with the curse. The death card for Aoki could mean change, but Aoki had to set the stage. If she killed Cristal, the death card meant Aoki could live if she changed her ways. If she didn’t kill Cristal, then death meant death. Aoki had listened intently to Ida’s foretelling.

  Aoki had every intention of killing Cristal to live, but traveling back to Italy, to her home, to where there had been no bloodshed in months and where there were smiles and family waiting for her, Aoki relinquished the thought and figured the psychic to be foolish. She couldn’t do it. They’d come so far. She didn’t want to do it. She told herself that she would rather die with Cristal by her side, and as a friend, than alone in the world without a friend.

  The lively bunch of Italians and the girls continued to enjoy their meals and laughed like they’d never laughed before.

  *

  The Commission and GHOST Protocol’s henchmen armed with a great deal of machine guns were advancing on the isolated home on the Italian land with rolling green hills and tall, leafy trees. Leading the assault was Natalia. Her killers dressed in black hurried toward the house they believed to be hiding Cristal and Aoki, and were preparing to slaughter them. Natalia was itching to kill them all. They had the house surrounded. This time there would be no escape; no explosion to distract her. Natalia was focused on murder, and with over two dozen armed soldiers on the land, Cristal and Aoki’s lives would finally come to an end.

  The front and back doors were kicked open all at once, and over two dozen shooters poured into the home and opened fire on the occupants inside. Bodies were sprayed with bullets, spilling blood, tearing limbs apart, and cutting the residents down to the floor.

  When the smoke cleared, five people lay dead on the blood covered floor.

  Natalia went looking for their bodies, but they weren’t there. It wasn’t Cristal or Aoki. It was the wrong home. Wrong tip.

  Natalia screamed out of frustration. Where were they? Where did they go? She was going to hunt the two bitches to the end of the earth. Even God couldn’t save them.