The Teflon Queen PT 3

by Silk White

  “I love you,” Capo whispered as his hand slipped underneath the table.

  “I..I..I love you too,” Kim moaned.

  Chapter 22

  WHERE AM I?

  Ashley woke up in a nice sized room and a nice sized bed. She looked around and saw that the room was empty except for the bed that she laid on. She quickly hopped up off the bed and ran to the window and tried to open it, but it was no use. Someone had nailed the windows shut. Next she ran to the door and turned the knob hoping that it would be open, but she had no such luck. Ashley had no idea where she was or if she was going to make it out of this situation alive. On the other side of the door she could hear several different voices having a conversation. She sat back down on the bed and wondered just how long she had left to live before the men on the other side of the door murdered her the same way they had did her mother and father. Ashley stood up and walked back over to the window. She looked out and wondered if Angela would come for her. “Where are you Angela?” she said to herself.

  The sound of someone entering the room snapped Ashley back into reality. In walked a man dressed in an expensive looking suit. “Sit down!” the man barked. Ashley did as she was told in fear that if she didn’t, the man would kill her.

  “I’m going to get straight to the point. My name is Frank,” he began. “And if you don’t tell me where that disk or flash drive is, I’m going to make sure you have a very painful death,” he said with a straight face. “Now where’s that disk?”

  “Angela has it,” Ashley told him. “I gave it to her and told her to make copies of whatever was on it so whatever ya’ll were trying to hide, the whole world knows about it now,” she bluffed. It was a brave move, but also a stupid one.

  Frank turned and back slapped Ashley. The slap was so hard that the impact forced her to flip off of the bed. “Let’s try this again! Where’s that disk?”

  Ashley looked at him and said nothing.

  Frank sighed loudly as he walked over and kicked Ashley in her face. “If you think I won’t kill a kid, you are sadly mistaking,” he said shaking his head as he slowly walked towards her again. “I lost my whole world a few weeks ago, so none of this don’t mean shit to me!” He stood over her. “Last time I’m going to ask you. Where’s that disk?”

  Ashley said nothing.

  Frank raised his hand to strike Ashley again, but Mr. Clarke’s voice stopped him.

  “That’s enough!” Mr. Clarke said as he entered the room. “Stand down and let me have a word with her alone” he ordered. Frank made sure he bumped shoulders with Mr. Clarke on his way out. Patience wasn’t one of his stronger qualities. Frank was into making things happen and not sitting around waiting for things to happen. He felt as if Mr. Clarke was being way too nice to the little girl. If he were in charge, he would of tortured the little girl all night. Frank figured it wouldn’t take long to get a child to crack, but Mr. Clarke had shut down his suggestion.

  “Listen Ashley, I know you’re scared,” Mr. Clarke began. “But you have to help me if you want me to help you. I really need to know where that thumb drive is. Can you help me?”

  “Angela has it,” Ashley said. Thoughts of spitting in Mr. Clarke’s face like they did in the movies crossed her mind, but she quickly realized that, that would be a terrible idea.

  “Okay do you know where I can find Angela right now?” he asked in a calm tone. Ashley shook her head no.

  Mr. Clarke smiled then left the room and locked the door behind him. Out in another room Frank sat in a dark room sipping on Vodka straight out the bottle. Ever since his wife had been killed, he felt like he was literally losing his mind. All day long all he thought about was if he could go back to that day in the supermarket and change how things played out. In Frank’s mind it was his fault why his wife was dead. If he would have been protecting her like a husband was supposed to, then his wife would still be here right now, but she wasn’t which meant that he had failed. His pain quickly turned into hurt, and then into anger when he began to think about Angela. He may not of had saved his wife, but it was Angela’s bullet that had killed her and for that she would have to pay dearly.

  “Fuck this!” Frank shot to his feet and headed back to Ashley’s room. He was sick and tired of playing games. If Frank wanted a showdown with The Teflon Queen he would have to do something drastic to lure her to him. Before Frank could reach Ashley’s room, Mr. Clarke stopped him. “Don’t you even think about it,” he warned. “Don’t worry. Angela will come looking for the girl.”

  “And how are you so sure about that?” Frank asked. He wasn’t with sitting around and waiting for something to happen. He was from the old school where when you didn’t have a way, you made a way.

  “Because Angela is the best,” Mr. Clarke said with a serious look on his face. “But I promise you, we’ll be ready for that bitch as soon as she shows up. You want her right?”

  “You damn right!” Frank answered.

  “Well you better be ready for her because she’s definitely coming,” Mr. Clarke said and left Frank standing there with something to think about.

  * * *

  For the next two days Frank trained and put his body through the ultimate test so he could be ready for Angela when she showed up. Sweat dripped from his shirtless chiseled body as he did push-ups. Not only did he need his mind to be sharp, but he also needed his body to be ready for whatever was to come. In all of Frank’s years, he’d never had to take out or go head up with a fellow assassin, but after seeing his wife get murdered, Frank was ready to go all out. Angela would have to pay for what she did. Frank wiped his face with a towel and got his weapons ready. He knew that Mr. Clarke’s men would be no match for Angela so he would have to pick up most of the slack. Frank was one of the best hit men out there, but his skills would surely get put to the test and Frank was more than ready to let his skills do the talking for him. When Angela showed up he planned on being well prepared for whatever she had planned.

  * * *

  After taking a long shower Frank poured himself a glass of Vodka and began to get dressed. He took another sip from his drink when he heard his cell phone buzz. He quickly picked it up and saw that he had a text message. He looked at the text message that read. “I’m here.”

  Frank walked through the mansion until he reached the front door. He opened the door and saw Spice the Brazilian prostitute standing on the other side of the door wearing nothing but some heels and a trench coat.

  “I knew you’d be calling again,” Spice smiled. Her lips were painted bright red and so were her finger nails. Frank quickly took Spice up to the room he was staying in. He knew he needed to be on point at all times, but right now he needed to relieve some stress. Frank sat down on the edge of the bed and sipped on his drink. “So,” he began. “How have you been?”

  “This is how I’ve been,” Spice said removing the trench coat and tossing it down to the floor. The only thing she had on underneath were a pair of black fish net stockings and nothing else. “Is it hot in here or is it just me?”

  “It’s definitely hot in here,” Frank said as he removed his dress shirt while Spice did a seductive dance for him. She stood directly in front of Frank and bent over at the waist and began shaking her ass right in his face. Frank quickly slid down to floor on his knees and gave Spice’s pussy a nice long lick.

  “You’ve been waiting to taste this pussy haven’t you? Ahhhh, haven’t you oooww,” Spice purred as she backed her ass up even further into Frank’s face. He licked her like she was melting ice cream, licked her like he needed to taste her juices in order to live, licked her like her orgasm was the antidote to his broken heart.

  Frank let out a beast like growl as he spun Spice around, lifted her up, and positioned her upside down holding her tightly around the waist.

  “Oh my God! Please don’t drop me Daddy,” Spice said in a husky porn star type of voice as she grabbed a hold of Frank’s dick and put it in her mouth and began to slurp on it nice and sl
ow and loud. Spice was upside down in Frank’s arms. Her dark hair was hanging to his feet while her thighs locked around both sides of his neck squeezing his neck as his hands held and squeezed her soft ass. Frank savored Spice while she took him in her mouth sucking the shit out of his dick making it a vertical and simultaneous exchange of pleasure. Frank licked and slurped and let his tongue massage Spice’s wet peach until he felt her legs tighten around his head and her body shook uncontrollably. Spice fired off several curse words as Frank slurped her pussy clean.

  Frank roughly tossed Spice down on to the bed, her body bouncing up and down. Frank positioned her flat on her stomach and quickly crawled over top of her and enter her from behind.

  “Ahhh yes fuck this pussy! Ahh fuck this pussy and make me cum all over that dick!” Spice growled. She frowned back at what was going in and out of her. She stared at it with moans and detachment. Frank fucked Spice hard and rough, fucked her like he was fucking his wife, fucked her like that was his pussy, fucked her like he was trying to ruin her insides. Spice then aggressively flipped Frank over and got on top. She squatted over him and used the head board for support. She violently bounced up and down on Frank’s dick as she screamed loudly. Spice made sounds like she was dying a painful death. Her skin slapping against his sounded like the ultimate battle. “Oh My Fucking God!!” Spice screamed at the top of her lungs as she arched her back and came a long drawn out orgasm, her moans never ending.

  Frank tossed Spice off of him, stood straight up on the bed, and shoved his dick in Spice’s mouth trying to hit the back of her throat. “Drain this dick right now!” he demanded. Spice grabbed Frank’s dick with two hands and began twisting both her hands at a steady rhythm as she sloppily slurped all over Frank’s dick. Spice jerked Frank’s dick back and forth and spit on it then quickly sucked it off. Spice sloppily spit on Frank’s dick again. She took him in her mouth. Felt his hands in her hair and his penis at the back of her throat.

  “Oooooooh shit!!!” Frank grunted as he pushed deeper and came. He watched as Spice sloppily and noisily slurped every last drop out the tip of his dick.

  Once Frank’s duty was done he handed Spice double what she charged.

  “Thanks baby,” Spice said licking her lips in a slutty manner. It was a filthy gesture but for some strange reason, it seemed to turn Frank on. “Will I be seeing you again?” Spice asked.

  “God willing,” Frank said and sent Spice on her way. Now that, that was over he had to focus and figure out the best way to take Angela out without getting himself killed in the process. He knew going head up with Angela would be like a high speed chess match, but in this game he was the king.

  Chapter 23

  I’M GOING IN

  Detective Washington pulled onto a dark street and hit the lights. For the past week he had been doing a lot of research on this Mr. Clarke person and he came to find out that the man had his hands in a little bit of everything, and he was definitely considered a player. A lot of thoughts had been running through Detective Washington’s mind as he tried to figure out what was what and who was who. Never in a million years would he have ever thought that he would be working with a wanted assassin, but now here he was working hand and hand with a well-known cop killer. Detective Washington knew Angela was supposed to be one of the bad guys, but when in her presence she genuinely felt like one of the good guys. She didn’t seem like the ruthless killer that he had read about, but instead she carried herself as a person who did what they had to do. Detective Washington’s train of thought was snapped out of when he spotted a figure dressed in all black with a black hood covering their head walking at a quick pace towards his car. The passenger door opened and the figure in all black sat down in the passenger seat and slammed the door shut.

  “Did you find anything out about Mr. Clarke?” Angela asked with the strings on her hood drawn tight. Detective Washington handed Angela a folder.

  “Yeah he definitely seems like a player,” he told her. “He seems to have his hands in a little bit of everything, extortion, politics, stocks, and even a bit of prostitution.”

  Angela didn’t respond. Instead she just looked over the paperwork that sat inside the folder. Inside the paperwork she saw that Mr. Clarke owned a mansion out in Denver Colorado. “Here’s where they’re keeping Ashley,” she pointed to the picture of the mansion.

  “How do you know?”

  “I just know,” Angela snapped. “I’m going after her.”

  “We can’t just go to his mansion and look around. We’ll need a warrant for that,” Detective Washington said.

  “No you’ll need a warrant. I’m not a cop,” Angela reminded him.

  “But I want you to have some back up if you go out there,” Detective Washington said. “You know that mansion will be crawling with armed security out the ass.”

  “I’m going after Ashley,” Angela said ignoring everything Detective Washington just said. “Listen once I get there, gunfire is sure to follow. Once the war pops off you and your team of cops can come and help me and I’ll just make sure I vanish before you cops can arrest me,” she said with a smirk.

  “Too dangerous,” Detective Washington said shaking his head. “My men will shoot on sight when they see you.”

  “So will I,” she countered. Angela knew the mission that lied ahead wouldn’t be an easy one. She knew there was a chance that she could be killed and she also knew that there was a chance that Ashley was already dead.

  “I’ll back you up however I can,” Detective Washington said. He knew Angela was about to go on a suicide mission and he wished it was something he could do that would help. “I just wish me and my men had a reason to run up in that mansion.”

  “Here’s your reason right here,” Angela handed Detective Washington the thumb drive. “Whatever is on this thumb drive must be very important if so many people had to lose their lives over it”

  Detective Washington studied the thumb drive closely. “Why did you give this to me?”

  “You helped me by not locking me up so now I’m just returning the favor,” Angela smiled. “Whatever is on the thumb drive is sure to put someone in jail for a very long time.”

  Detective Washington stuck the thumb drive down in his pocket and then turned and faced Angela. “Thank you,” he said.

  Angela smiled. “Don’t mention it.”

  “You be careful and good luck,” Detective Washington smiling.

  “I don’t need luck.”

  “Go save that little girl,” Detective Washington told her.

  “I will,” Angela said and then exited the car and disappeared in the shadows of the darkness. She had a lot of work to do and she couldn’t wait to get started.

  * * *

  Detective Washington sat behind his desk with his eyes locked on his computer screen. He had been trying to gain access to the thumb drive for hours. At first he was having a hard time but after a few hours he finally figured it out. “Bingo!” Detective Washington said in a happy tone. His eyes were burning and he badly wanted to go home. Once Detective Washington gained access, he was surprised to see a video on his computer screen. Without hesitation he pressed play. What played out on the screen were two people tied and bounded to two different chairs; a male and a female. On the video Detective Washington could clearly hear the woman begging and pleading. “Baby please don’t do this.” Then suddenly another man walked into the screen shot. It was Mr. Clarke and in his hand he was holding something. He smoothly walked up to the man and woman and began to pour what looked like gasoline on both of their heads. The man and woman both shook their heads frantically. Mr. Clarke then turned and faced the camera and shouted, “Hey Randy give me a light and make sure you get all this on tape so I can watch this bitch die over and over!” Whoever was holding the camera stretched their arm out and handed Mr. Clarke a book of matches.

  “Baby I’m sorry it was a mistake!” the woman yelled out just as Mr. Clarke strikes a match and tossed it on top of the woman’s h
ead. The flames quickly engulfed as the woman screamed to the top of her lungs. Mr. Clarke then walked over towards the man, struck a match, and watched as his body too engulfed into flames. Both the man and woman screamed for a few more seconds as their skin melted right off of their bodies. Then suddenly the recording stopped.

  “Holy Shit!!!” Detective Washington said to no one in particular. What he had was way more than enough the get a warrant to go search Mr. Clarke’s home and detain him. He quickly opened up his files and scanned through them. In a file it stated that Mr. Clarke’s wife had been killed in a bad car crash along with a male friend of hers. Detective Washington swiftly hopped up from his seat and headed to his boss’s house. If everything worked out the way he planned, he’d be able to get a warrant and have his men in Denver in time to help Angela and maybe even save little Ashley.

  “So Randy must of knew Mr. Clarke was going to kill him so he made a copy of the murder tape as insurance to stay alive,” Detective Washington said to himself as he flew down the highway doing 90 miles per hour.

  Chapter 24

  I’M TIRED OF YOU

  Capo breathed heavily as he dropped down from the pull up bar. Ever since he had gotten locked up, Capo had been working hard on building his body up. He had been doing that because he didn’t have much else to do. On the inside Capo still felt bad about what he had done to Kim. She was good girl. The problem was he didn’t know how to be a good man or how to treat a woman for that matter. The good thing about the whole situation was he had a lot of time to improve in all the areas he was lacking. Capo went down and did some pushups and when he came up he saw Wayne standing in front of him. Capo’s first thought was that Wayne must have wanted trouble, so he got in a good position where he could steal on him and knock him out.