“I’d love to have you in me right now,” Claire said, eyeing Sean. She rubbed on her sister’s crotch. Candace pulled Claire close and kissed her, thrusting her tongue deep into her sister’s mouth.
Sean stared at the sisters making out. The sound of their lovemaking excited him. He tried to look at the dark outdoors. No matter what he did, he couldn’t wipe the images from his mind. Trepidation mounted in his heart, but he wanted both the sisters. Tits and asses blurred his sight. The limo stopped and Sean and the sisters walked out.
Candace was stripped down to sheer panties. He felt excitement when he saw her shaven crotch. Claire held him by the waist. She undid his belt buckle. Sean drank lustily from a bottle of Bourbon. He shook off the anger he felt toward them and his dick began rising to the occasion. Finally he could tell everyone he banged the Osorio sisters. Candace, the teaser and Claire—nothing would be better to have them both at the same time. He gulped from the bottle.
“Sean, c’mon let’s go do it outside under the moon,” Claire suggested.
They led him to the middle of a soccer field. Sean drained the bottle of liquor and flung the empty bottle in the air, laughing eagerly.
“Yeah, yeah!” he yelled excitedly. “We gonna get it on and do some serious outdoor fucking and all that, baby. Tonight’s the night…”
Claire kissed him and said, “Baby, let me help you out them jeans.”
“I can’t lie. That truth-serum I was drinking made me like that. I gotta confession…” he slurred.
“Yes, really…? What is it, Sean?” Claire asked, while unloosening his buckle.
“I’ve gotta tell you Claire. I always wanted to fuck you and Candy!” he shouted.
Claire pulled his jeans half-way down. All of a sudden Sean felt a kick in his crotch coming from behind.
“Bitch, I know you love that rough stuff, but what da fuck was that for?” he screamed, spinning around.
The motion caused him to lose control and he stumbled. Wobbled, Sean fell to his knees when Claire’s right cross nearly knocked his block off.
“Hey what da fuck you doing, bitch?” he shouted angrily.
“No one call my sister Candy, but me, you fuck-face!”
The blow upside his head had him dazed and shaking his noggins vigorously, trying to regain his senses. Things only got fuzzier. This shouldn’t be happening. His thoughts went haywire when Candace held her gun and she started cursing him.
“You fucking rat…!” Candace said. “You think I’d ever let your punk ass inside me?” Candace smacked him with her gun. His arms lashed out. “You touch me and I’ll splatter your fucking shit for brains all over this field,” she said, taking deadly aim at his dome.
“You see a man’s face, but you don’t see his heart…” Candace deadpanned.
He looked at Claire with pity and shame in his eyes. Her face was twisted with a frown of disappointment. She held her gun down and walked behind him. She took his wallet and removed the detective’s card from it. Realizing his fate was gloomy, Sean knew that even begging probably wouldn’t help, but he was reaching for straws.
“I know, I know, but I ain’t really told them anything. Look you know that I don’t know enough to say much about nothing…”
“Shaddafuckup you big bitch…!” Candace screamed in his face.
Sean could feel all her rage spewing spitballs on his confused face. The alcohol had left him woozy. He was shamefully on his knees with his jeans pulled down and preventing him from moving. Sean glanced up timidly at Candace’s face, knotted in a scowl of no mercy. This was it. He wanted to save his hide, and started ratting. Now his doom was near.
“Why do you wanna kill me so badly…? I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ll leave you and your sister alone and that’ll be that. I won’t go back to New York. I won’t testify against y’all. Candace, let me live… Please! It was Jacque. It was his fault. He brought me into this! Please don’t kill me!”
“I ain’t gonna kill you, you piece of rat shit… No, I ain’t gonna waste my bullets on your bitch-ass,” Candace said, lowering her gun and walking away. For a second, Sean felt better. Then he heard, “But my sister will.”
Sean look horrified and suddenly the darkness lit up. Phiz-zit, phiz-zit, phiz-zit—the muffled sound heralded the informer’s execution. Three bullets hit Sean point blank. His body crumpled. Blood streamed onto the field. Candace kept walking, not looking back.
With tears streaming down her face, Claire bent over and was removing his wallet when she realized that Sean was still breathing. She used her hunting knife, deftly cutting his penis off and stuffing the bloody mess into his mouth. Gunshots pierced the night’s air. Claire took the wallet and wiped bloodstains from her nude body on his jacket. She was still crying while walking away.
Hurrying to catch up to her sister, Claire saw Candace waiting for her. Together the scantily clad sisters walked hand in hand back to the waiting limo.
“What about your boyfriend?” the chauffer asked when they got inside.
The question lingered for a few seconds. Claire glanced at Candace, who was staring straight ahead.
“He had a sudden change of mind that was caused by a splitting headache.” Claire said as she sat in the car. The chauffer closed the door and took his place.
“I don’t think he ever really loved you anyway,” Candace said.
“All this pain for a two-timing dick... Take us to the hotel, please,” Claire said, sounding angry. The limo sped away.
CHAPTER 27
The next day, news of Sean’s murder was all over the airwaves of Miami. Local television stations carried live updates about the grisly way Sean’s body was found on the soccer field. His entire body was filled with bullet holes. His penis was cut off and stuffed into his mouth. Melanie held her cheeks in both hands watching the television report. She immediately dialed the Osorio sisters’ hotel room.
“Hello, turn on the television? Why? My boy…? Oh, let me see what you’re talking about.”
Candace turned the television and watched intently. She saw the officers looking at a body covered in sheets.
“The Florida State police are asking anyone with information to call their hotline. As was earlier stated, information is sketchy at the moment, but suspects are being sought by the police in an execution style murder. The killing occurred last night in the Orange Bluff area… The man, who has not yet been identified, was found with his pants down with three bullets in his skull… The police have no leads…”
“He got mad and left us last night. Wrong move… He shouldn’t have done that,” Candace said. “The other job is a go… You too, bye…”
She hung up the phone and joined Claire in the shower.
“It’s gotta be tonight. They found the rat’s body. Dead in the field like any rat should be.”
Claire didn’t answer. While water ran off her smooth skin, she was wishing she could drown the whole incident. She knew nothing could change their situation now except for them to leave the country immediately. Otherwise the sisters would be facing all kinds of charges. They took a long shower, dressed and packed. The sisters had to leave in a hurry.
“Let’ go out to the where the boats are by the warehouse. We need a nice yacht heading for Cuba.”
“Please Claire, I’d go to Cuba in a little bucket,” Candace said.
In the parking lot, the sisters checked their weapons and money. They wanted to get transportation and would have to pay. Candace got behind the wheel and started driving to the docks on the outskirts. She could see the heavy police presence along the way. Candace decided to go through a police barrier. Immediately after crossing she realized that the chase was on. Candace floored the accelerator and the BMW ripped through the streets. She swung in and out of traffic and ran into a problem when she saw a crew of street workers. Not slowing, she drove straight for them and the crew parted.
“What da fuck…?” shouted a worker.
The police cruiser was flying
through and other police cars joined in the pursuit.
“You got this?” Claire asked her sister.
“I’m born for this,” Candace answered.
The BMW was flying like a bat out of hell. Candace deftly steered the ride around corner after corner with the police dogging their tail. With clever whip control, Candace was able to get the vehicle on to the highway. Quickly she got off in the meat packing district. They had run out of gas.
“Let’s find someplace to lay low for a while,” Claire suggested.
The sisters jumped out the car and retrieved all their bags. They ran through the warehouses and found an isolated office space.
Tony, Goldie and his gargantuan goon sat in the car. They had been tailing the sisters and now watched from a safe distance down the block. They watched the three bodies in body bags being rolled out.
“There’s something fishy for you,” Goldie said.
“What?”
“They didn’t take that two-timing broad out…”
Claire had really given Melanie a knockout punch. It was meant only to dazed Melanie, but it did more. Melanie was rolled out on a stretcher. She appeared to be alive but hurt.
“How long am I gonna be in the hospital?” Melanie asked an EMS worker.
“We gotta take you to hospital fpr observation,” he answered.
The undetected eyes continued to follow the progress of EMS workers and the police. They observed and waited from their car.
“That’s just girl power. The moment I laid eyes on them two, I knew…”
“Now we’ll really have to settle with that broad, boss.”
“You’re right. The enemy of my enemy is a friend of mine,” Goldie said, looking at his watch. “It’s still early in the game.”
“They sure put a dent in the faggot’s ass!”
“Well they saved us from doing that faggot.”
“Ha, ha, ha,” they laughed, watching everything.
CHAPTER 28
Sirens blared and helicopters hovered outside. The warehouse where the Osorio sisters were holed up in was quickly being surrounded by the authorities. Everyone was there—the Miami Dade county police, the state police and members of the special task force. Claire and Candace peered out the window and examined their chances for a getaway. The authorities were crawling all over, along with squads of SWAT people and tactical personnel.
“I must admit, we’ve had a nice run for what’s that worth,” Candace said.
“It ain’t over. It’s not over just yet,” Claire said, breaking the glass. “Fuck all y’all!” she screamed, firing shots from two automatic weapons.
“You know we didn’t actually say goodbye to Mimmy.”
“This is a shoot out, sis. It certainly doesn’t mean goodbye,” Claire shouted, letting off shots from a M16.
The officers immediately took cover and returned fire. Explosions occurred when machinery were hit by heavy artillery. Flying bullets broke glass and destroyed equipment, but the sisters were unscathed. They heard the blaring sounds of the authorities.
“Give up. You’re surrounded. You cannot escape.”
“Your jails will never see us,” Candace screamed as she fired.
The sisters were aware that they would not be able to sustain the kind of firepower required to hold off forces of this magnitude. They sat down together to plan another avenue of escape. A fusillade of bullets came through the window and Claire hit the deck hard. It was apparent that they were in a deathtrap.
“Are you alright, sis?” Candace asked. There was no immediate response. “Claire? Talk to me.”
A few anxious seconds elapsed before Claire spoke.
“That shit was real close. My ears are still ringing.”
“What’re they shooting at us with?”
“I don’t know. We’re not gonna be able to match them.”
“Yeah, I hear you.”
“Look at this,” Claire said, struggling to her feet and pointing to a hidden trap-door in the floor.
“What is this place, some kind of storage?” Candace asked. Then she crawled over to the door.
Candace cleaned it off and tried raising it. “Shit, this is heavy.”
Both sisters struggled with the door. They finally managed to lift it open. They peered in.
“It’s some kind of a tunnel or sump’n.”
“Where do you think it leads to?”
“I don’t know, but I’m telling you, I’m willing to find out,” Claire said.
“Did you bring the C4?”
“Yep, just in case,” Candace said.
“Why don’t you slap it on this trap door and let’s see where this leads to.”
“Once that shit goes off, this door will be sealed.”
“No kidding. We’ll be through this door with no reentry,” Claire said.
The barricade set up by the police now expanded around the entire circumference of the place. There were no longer any exchanges of firing. A car pulled up and a beautiful detective walked out. Although it was getting dark, she wore sunglasses. Lt. Cooksey escorted Street to the communication hub.
“Boys, this is Officer Street, one of ours,” Lt. James Cooksey said. “The FBI guys want to be in charge out here.”
The lieutenant walked to where the federal agent stood waiting.
“Street was living with the sisters when she was a youngster back in New York. In the time she left, they’ve made quite a name for themselves, but this is where we will tear that name right down,” Cooksey said with confidence.
A federal officer took Street by the arm and spoke to her.
“So how long have you been working with the Miami PD?”
“I’ve been here in Dade County nearly a year and a half…”
“What you did you do before that?”
“I was in college and…”
“College…?”
“Yes college, and after I got my associates I joined up and now I’m two years away from my law degree.”
“Sounds like you’re smart and made nice career choices.”
“I did, but I need to graduate then pass the bar…”
“What are you waiting for? Why haven’t you graduated yet?”
“Time… The higher in rank you go, the less time you have to do other things but work and I’ve been promoted so many times, I ran outta time.”
“Decisions…”
“This assignment… The case of the two girls you lived with. Could be a major conflict huh?”
“Yes, maybe, but I’m an officer.”
“Why did you accept the assignment?”
“I thought I could help…”
“And I understand you had a recent run-in meeting with them. What was their frame of mind?”
Street thought about it for a beat. She wanted to open up and reveal exactly what she observed. The sisters seeming enjoyment of the violence, like it was a game they were playing. She kept her mouth shut because she didn’t know what Claire and Candace would do to win.
“They may listen to me. Please give me another shot,” she pleaded.
“We’ve got them pinned down in there. You could talk to them if you want. I got the tactical teams on standby. They’re trapped on the first floor. We’ve got people searching to get us a copy of the floor plan of the building. We’ve sealed the entire area off. There are no avenues of escape. As soon as we get the plan sent to us, our tactical people will study it before we move in…”
“May I make a suggestion?” Street asked.
“Sure, I’ll entertain anything right now.”
“I think I know both sisters well. I’m very familiar with them.”
“Okay, we’ll try anything. Whatever you know that can be used to capture them and save lives, we’ll be more than willing to try another way.
“Call off the guns, the snipers… Lemme go in there and talk to them…”
“Like you did before, Street…?
The chief of the federal agent and Stree
t both turned to see that the voice belonged to Lt. Cooksey. He waited for an answer, but Street was surprised. There was no answer.
“I tried to bring the fugitives in without violence. There’s nothing wrong with that,” Street said.
“But that could be very dangerous. They’re armed and have been shooting to kill.”
“I know, but I’m willing to give it another try.”
“You’ll be endangering your life and we cannot provide any type of cover to ensure your safety,” Cooksey said, moving in closer. “I’m in charge and we’ve got them covered, so we’ll wait them out.”
“But—”
“But nothing… If they don’t surrender in another thirty minutes, then we’re going in, tear gas and all…”
“Well you can give me that time to try and…”
“It’s out of the question, Street.”
Sheryl Street smirked in disappointment and turned as if she was about to walk away. Then she caught herself and faced the federal agent chief who had been listening to the verbal exchange.
“Please give me a shot at it, sir.”
“You’re attending law school, you have your life to live, why would you want to risk that for these killers?” the chief asked. .
The question rang out in the silence. Sheryl Street thought for a while before she answered.
“I’m their adopted sister,” she finally answered in relief. “Will you let me talk to them?”
Lt. Cooksey looked at the Street as if she had just grown two horns. The chief nodded to him and Cooksey scratched his head in frustration, turned and shouted into a microphone hanging around his neck.
“All right, everyone stand down. No one is to fire a single shot,” he ordered. He turned to Street and spoke. “Okay Officer Street, proceed. I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Thank you,” Street said, walking forward.
“Thank me? Oh no, Street. Thank your friend in the Feds. You’ve got exactly five minutes to make something happen. Then we’re going after them with SWAT. Take this. It’s live,” Cooksey said and handed Street a mega-phone.
Detective Street walked slowly to the warehouse. She put the megaphone to her lips and cleared her throat. Then she began to speak.
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