The Plug's Wife

by Chynna

  “You haven’t learned your lesson about questioning me, yet?” Summer asked. Billy looked over at her, gauging her expression and mood.

  “Damn…it’s that serious?” he replied.

  “Worse,” Summer said, her legs shaking in anticipation. “Much worse.”

  Chapter 11 Payback Is A Bitch

  Billy pounded on Caralina’s apartment door while Summer stood to the side. He looked at Summer and shook his head. Summer squinted her eyes and scowled at him, mouthing the words keep fucking trying. Billy pounded some more.

  “Lina, it’s Billy! Open the door!” Billy put his face close to the crack of the door and shouted. Still no answer. He looked at Summer, then back at the door.

  “Mitch wanted me to give you something that Scrap left!” Billy hollered. Summer cracked a sly smile. Good thinking!

  Caralina did not answer the door. Billy started to get frustrated himself.

  “Fuck this!” he wolfed. He reared back and rammed his body into the door. The old fashioned metal door refused to budge. Billy was seething now, his chest rising and falling like he’d run for miles. He reached into the back of his pants and pulled his burner, preparing to level it at the door locks.

  “No! You can’t!” Summer chastised, stepping in front of him. “Are you fucking nuts? This is a residential building. Gun shots will have these tenants dialing 911 so damn fast we won’t even be down the elevator before the cops get here,” she chastised. Billy cocked his head to the side, sweat dancing down the sides of his face. He was a true down for whatever dude, but once his ON button was pushed, it was hard to turn him OFF.

  Summer had to think fast; she didn’t know how long she could keep Billy at bay. “Just wait. I’ll handle it. We’ll find her,” Summer placated. Billy lowered his gun, but he didn’t put it away. Summer kept her body between Billy and the door. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed 911.

  “911…what’s your emergency?”

  “Yes, please, help me. I’m at my best friend’s apartment and I think she’s inside, hurt or injured. I haven’t heard from her in a few days and that’s not like her. Please, ma’am, send someone over who can break down the door,” Summer said frantically, acting like a distraught friend. She hurriedly gave the operator Caralina’s address as Billy stood there watching her intently.

  “Now we just wait for the golden key to invite us in,” she said, smiling with satisfaction. “Payback is a bitch, Lina,” Summer whispered as she waited for the police and possibly paramedics to arrive.

  Billy tucked his trusty 9mm back inside his waistband, out of sight.

  “You ain’t exactly come here to see her on some ol’ friend shit for real. Why don’t you let me take you home before the cops show up? I’ll take care of this behind the scenes.”

  “Listen, I got this under control. I want to look in this bitch’s eyes myself and tell her just what I think of her snitching ass. If she’s not in there, maybe we can get inside and look for clues about where she’s staying. If she’s there, I’ll continue to play the distraught friend until and the cops leave. You make sure to give her the signal that if she makes one false move in front of those cops…” Summer laid it all out.

  Billy nodded his agreement. He had mad respect for Summer. She was holding her own even more than JB would have. Unlike JB, she didn’t mind getting her hands a little dirty.

  The firefighters and EMTs arrived in less than five minutes. They rushed past with a stretcher and battering ram. Two uniformed police officers followed closely on their heels.

  “Please hurry! I think something has happened to her!” Summer begged for good measure.

  “Get them away from here. We need room to get this door open,” one of the firefighters instructed. “Everybody stand back!”

  After several hits with the solid metal barrel shaped ram, the hinges and locks gave way. Summer smirked and Billy nodded at her in admiration for coming up with the idea. They both started towards Caralina’s doorway.

  “Ma’am, you need to stay out here until we assess the situation inside,” one of the cops instructed, ushering Summer and Billy outside.

  “I need to know what’s going on! That’s my best friend in there!” Summer exclaimed.

  “I understand but…,” the officer said. Just then, chaos erupted from inside of the apartment. The young police officer whirled around and Summer’s eyes flew open. Billy rushed around the firefighter at the doorway and headed straight to the scene of action.

  “What’s happening?” Billy demanded.

  “Stand back! Stand back! One female, non-responsive!” one of the EMTs called out.

  “Two of epi in a line now!” another ordered. The first responders were running circles in the apartment.

  “Miss! Miss! Can you hear me?” the EMT called out to Caralina’s lifeless body. “She’s not breathing!” he yelled as he continue to work on her.

  “Look at all of these pill bottles! She must have ingested a whole medicine cabinet!” a first responder observed.

  Summer broke past the police officer to get a good look at Caralina’s unconscious body splayed on her hardwood floor.

  Caralina lying on the floor in her bra and panties while the EMTs were hard at work pumping on her chest, blowing into her mouth, and sticking her with medicine filled syringes.

  “I need paddles! Charge the paddles!”

  “Is she dead? Please tell me something!” Summer cried out, clasping her hand over her mouth, feigning distress.

  “Get her out of here! Now!” an EMT screamed. Both police officers went to grab Summer’s arms.

  “Don’t you fuckin’ touch her!” Billy spat, his chest puffed up and his jaw set.

  “You both have to step outside! Now!” the officers insisted.

  Summer and Billy reluctantly stepped back through the doorway. A few seconds later the EMTs rushed out with Caralina on a stretcher. They covered her in white sheets, with only a small portion of her face peeking out.

  “Where are they taking her?” Summer screamed at the officers.

  “New York Methodist,” a firefighter replied. “You can meet the ambulance at the hospital, but don’t get your hopes up, miss. Your friend is in pretty bad shape. If she makes it out of this, it would be a miracle.”

  Summer closed her eyes and said a silent prayer that Caralina made it through this alive. Summer wanted the opportunity to look in Caralina’s traitorous eyes before she snuffed the life out of them.

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  “Don’t hurt my mommy! Get off of her!” The little boy screeched, pure terror etched on his chubby face.

  “Yo, you just gonna stand there lookin’ dumb? Shut that fuckin’ kid up! Matter of fact, take him out of here while I handle this right here! I can’t even fuckin’ think straight with all that hollering!” the leader of the two masked men growled at his accomplice. The other man immediately went into action, scooping the writhing three-year old up like he was a stuffed animal.

  “Mommy! I want my mommy!” the little boy kicked, squirmed and stretched his arms in the direction of his mother. Even the hired thug felt sorry for the kid.

  At the sound of her son’s distress, Tanya went wild like a mother bear in the wild protecting her young from a predator. She clawed, kicked, and writhed fiercely against the muscular man’s grip. Her petite frame was no match for the bodybuilder biceps of her attacker.

  Tanya moaned against the leather gloved gorilla hand that covered her nose and mouth. She tried to drop her weight in an attempt to ease out of his grasp, but that also provided futile.

  “Keep still, you druggie bitch! If you wanna save ya’self and save ya fuckin’ kid, you better keep the fuck still!” the man spat, his shitty breath hot and stale against her ear. The mention of her baby made Tanya go still for a few minutes. The man’s accomplice carried her son kicking and screaming towards another room in the house.

  “I want my mommy! Stop! Mommyyyyy!” Her son screamed until he lost his breat
h.

  Tanya moaned loudly. With a gun pressed to her spine, there was not much she could do for her son right now. Tanya’s body quaked with emotion. Her legs weakened, but her will to live and to protect her son from these goons grew by the minute. She’d been through this same nightmare in her own childhood. Her mother had been murdered in their house while Tanya and her baby sister hid locked in their bedroom closet. For two days, they sat in the closet while their mother’s rotting body lay just 30 feet away. Tanya squeezed her eyes tightly, wishing the memories of that tragedy away. Tanya didn’t want her son to suffer like she did. Tanya’s first foster mother’s words echoed in her head. “Don’t nobody love a motherless child. If you don’t got your mother’s love, you’ll never know what love truly is.”

  “Yo! Don’t hurt a hair on his fucking head…that’s still JB’s kid. We ain’t tryna fuck this up,” the leader of the two assailants yelled out to his partner as he kept Tanya in a tight vice.

  Tanya was crying so hard she could barely catch her breath. Every time she sucked in, she’d get a mouth and nose full of the odor of filthy, worn leather of the man’s glove.

  “Yeah, now back to you. So, I heard when you was out on them streets mainlining you would give the best head in all of Brooklyn…even better than that bitch Superhead,” the masked assailant hissed lustfully as he held her from behind and spoke directly into her ear. She felt his dick growing against her ass as he spoke.

  “I think before it’s all said and done I wanna experience that kind of head you was giving out back then. Maybe if I give you what you had back then, I can get that same type of service. Whatchu think? I heard you used to shoot up a couple grams a day. You had that monkey on ya back bad,” he provoked. His own lecherous thoughts distracted him enough that he removed his gun from Tanya’s back and shoved it into the back of his pants. He needed a free hand so he could fondle Tanya’s perfect, ample breasts. He was already going against the specific instructions he’d been given—get in, do the deed, get the kid and scram. He thought might as well enjoy himself a bit before getting the job done.

  Tanya cried out as the man’s hands slithered like a venomous snake over her body. He pinched her nipples and ran his tongue over her neck and ear. Tanya felt sick to her stomach. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sensations.

  “Dayum…you taste so good. Hard to believe you was out there sucking dick for smack baby girl. I guess that stint in rehab did you some good ‘cuz this body is on fuckin’ point. Big juicy titties, tight ass…hmmm I might have to try that pussy out,” he hissed, invading her crotch with rough hands.

  Tanya pleaded for him to stop but he had tuned all of her noises out. She could still hear her son crying out for her from some place in the house. When he was a baby Tanya never let him cry. She would hold him close until he was calm enough to be put back down. People claimed she spoiled the boy too much but she never wanted him to feel abandoned or alone. Now, unable to comfort him, his little cries cut through her like a million knives. Tanya said a quick silent prayer that if God let her survive this attack she would find out who was responsible and reign sheer terror on their life.

  “A’ight, druggie whore. We can try this the easy way or the hard way.” The man briefly removed one his hands from her body to reach into his back pocket. Tanya saw a small window of opportunity and decided she would jump on it. With a boost of courage that could’ve only been sent from God, Tanya lifted her foot and brought her heel down on top of the man’s foot with all of the force she had in her slim body.

  Shocked by her actions, the perverted intruder startled. Tanya took her elbow and reared it back into the man’s rib cage with so much force she felt something in her own arm pop. That backed the man up. Tanya used her bony elbow for one more driving stab to his midsection.

  “You bitch!” the man screamed in pain. Tanya was able to get out of his grasp as he stumbled backwards a few steps. She completely knocked the wind out of him. Tanya still had some of her street fighting skills. Thinking of her son propelled her forward.

  “Help! Help me!” Tanya screamed at the top of her lungs, running straight for her front door. She figured if she could get one of her neighbors to hear her cries they’d at least call the police. Right now, she needed to work on getting her son away from the other attacker.

  Tanya ran to the front door but quickly realized that deadbolt was in place. Jesse had forced her to put it on the door to keep her safe and now it was the one thing standing in the way of her freedom. She was trapped inside.

  “Please!” she cried, still facing the door as if her cries could magically open the lock.

  “Oh you fucked up now!” the masked man barked as he took seemingly ogre like steps towards her. “You looking for this key? You dumb bitch!” He was on her within seconds. Tanya felt his weight crash into her from behind. Tanya hit the floor with so much force she saw small flashy stars squirming in the corners of her eyes. Her will to live and her desire to save her son were stronger than any common sense reasoning. Tanya planned to fight to the bitter end, if necessary.

  Somebody help me!” Tanya kicked and clawed at the beast on top of her. She swiped at the man’s facemask but she couldn’t pull it all the way off. She managed to claw a chunk of skin from his exposed neck however.

  The man roared like an angry bear. “You ‘bout to get yourself fucked up!” he wolfed, slamming his fists into the delicate bones of her face. Tanya felt her skin split like the seam of a fat man’s pants. An explosion of pain vibrated through her entire skull. The hit rendered her temporarily immobile.

  “Help me,” she gasped, not able to get enough air in her lungs this time to even speak. Tanya had put up a good fight. Her face was now a bloodied mess and her head pounded. She could feel her eye slowly closing. It was all for nothing. The other man came rushing back into the room, his gun out in front of him.

  “Yo! What the fuck man? This is taking too fucking long!” he said, beginning to panic. “I’m sick of sitting in there with that crying ass kid! I don’t care who kid it is, if that fucka don’t stop screaming I’ma silence him for real!”

  “Shut the fuck up and help me. This bitch just tried to escape!”

  “Keep on fighting us and your baby is a goner,” the man who held Tanya’s son captive warned as he assisted his accomplice with subduing her. Tanya stopped dead after she heard those words. If it meant saving her son’s life, she would do whatever they asked her to do.

  The leader of the two, the one she’d fought aggressively, hoisted her up from the floor by her hair.

  I see you wanna play hard to get. Don’t you know that payback is a bitch?” The man wheezed between breaths. “Help me tie this bitch up!”

  Within minutes Tanya was in a helpless position with extension cords binding her to a kitchen chair. A wet dishcloth was shoved into her mouth and tied in place with string that usually held her recycled newspapers together. Tanya hung her head. What had she done to deserve this? She had stayed away from the streets like she’d been instructed. She hadn’t even asked any of Jesse’s crew for shit since his death. Tanya couldn’t think of any legitimate reason for the attack today.

  “Now, like I was saying before you broke bad…” the leader said, yanking her head up by her hair. He clearly took great pleasure in her suffering. A sick bastard. That’s who stood before her. Tanya looked into his eyes with her one good eye. It was the only part of his face she could see really. His eyes seemed eerily familiar.

  “I heard you used to mainline and give good head. Is that true or not?” he growled, yanking her head in a full circle so hard she heard something at the base of her skull crack. Why did he keep coming back to that subject? Did he know her from her drug running days?

  “Mmmm hmmmm…” Tanya moaned, shivering. All she wanted to know was if her son was ok. She pictured his innocent doe eyes, perfect button nose and heart shaped lips and began to struggle all over again.

  “Good, ‘cuz we gon’ try it out rig
ht now,” his words like a reptile’s tongue hissing against her ear. Tanya watched in terror as he pulled the small orange stopper off of a slim syringe. Tears burst from the sides of her eyes and urine leaked over her tied legs and feet. That small syringe was worse in her eyes than any other torture method the man could have used.

  Tanya groaned loudly, trying her best to say no. She struggled against the restraints, muscles and veins cording against her skin. She moved so fiercely the chair scraped against the tiled floor. She shook her head frantically from side to side. Her eyes were stretched to their limits. Tanya started gagging on the rag.

  “What you scared of? This that shit you love right here? Nah, you ain’t forget, did you?” the man laughed evilly, moving towards her with the syringe like a death penalty executioner holding the lethal injection.

  Tanya begged through the cloth; one last ditch effort for even an ounce of compassion. Tanya knew that for her what he was holding might as well have been something that would stop the heart.. He might as well put a gun to her head and blow her brains out.

  She knew without Jesse around, she’d never kick the habit again once she got that first taste. The man walked over, grabbed her head and forced it to the side. Tanya moaned and tried to move.

  “If you fuck around and move and this shit hits an artery instead of a vein in your neck, you a goner,” he said as he caressed the delicate skin of her neck. Tanya stopped fighting. For her it was already over. This man was obviously the devil and hell bent on destroying.

  “This seems like a good one,” he said placing the syringe against her skin. Tanya closed her eyes at the pinprick of the syringe. The man pushed the plunger on the back of the syringe slowly. His eyes glistened with deviant pleasure as he imagined what all he would do with her once the drugs took hold of his flawlessly beautiful hostage. Fuck what the people paying him had instructed him to do! He was going to get one of those infamous blowjobs from Tanya. He held onto her head as he watched her body react.