by Frank Cereo
I turn on the hot water and wait. Low and behold the water starts to get hot. I strip down quickly and jump into the shower. I rinse off in the warm water as it soothes my aching muscles. I take a twenty minute shower as it helps me relax. After the shower I use the carpenter’s paper towels to dry off. There are no linens in the room while it’s under construction. I quickly get dressed and lay on the bed under the plastic paint cover. I stare at the ceiling and listen to the cars and trucks driving by. The sound of wet tires on the pavement outside is relaxing me and it only takes a few minutes before I am out for the count.
Chapter 23- The Last Little Indian
The day flew by and I slept like a baby. Then all of a sudden I heard the outside door open and someone enter into the motel room. I look up from the bed and see the Indian man from the desk standing on the opposite side of the bed staring at me. I slowly start to pull the plastic tarp off of me.
“What are you doing in here?” The man asks.
“I am not doing any harm. I just needed to get some sleep. Let me get my coat and bag and I will be leaving.” I say as I bend down to put on my sneakers.
“You’re not going anywhere. We are going to the office and I am calling the police. You are trespassing on private property.” The man says as he pulls out a kitchen meat cleaver.
“Are you kidding me? I didn’t do any harm. Like I said I needed a place to crash.” I say as I stand to my feet.
“Let’s go, grab your bag and lead the way to my office. Move it or else.” He says while waving the knife in my face.
“If I were you, I would put that knife down and go back to the comfort of your wife. This doesn’t have to get ugly but mark my words it will.” I say as I bend down to pick up my bag.
“Leave the bag there and move towards the door.” He insists.
“Whatever you say Habib.” I reply in a sarcastic tone.
“Don’t give me that shit.” He says.
That’s when I start to walk past the man towards the door. I keep my eyes on his eyes and when he looks down towards the floor I grab his hand with the knife. He tries to wrestle with me but the knife falls to the floor. He dives down onto the floor towards the knife and his fingers push the knife under the bed. I pounce on his back and put my left arm around his neck and hold it in place with my right hand. The man starts to buck like a horse as I start to strangle the bastard. He tries to swing his arms towards me but there is no force in his blows.
“You couldn’t just let this go. You had to be the hero. This isn’t going to end the way you were expecting. You stupid son of a bitch.” I say as I tighten the grip around his neck.
I pull so hard that I can hear his windpipe fold inside his neck. This basically closes his windpipe up so he cannot breath on his own. So I get off the man and roll him onto his back. Both his hands are around his own neck as he is trying to open his breathing passageway. I look into his eye as he tries to gasp for air.
“Just relax, you’ll be dead in a minute or so.” I say as I walk over to get my bag.
The man starts to panic and rolls onto his belly again. He starts to crawl towards the door when I put a foot on his back and push him to the floor.
“It didn’t have to be this way. I’m sorry.” I say as I bend down and twist his neck.
I can hear the cracking sound as I twisted his head to the right. I look at his eyes and they are staring straight forward which indicated to me he was dead. I drop his head to the floor and it bounces once before it comes to a rest. I walk back to the bed and put on my coat. I set my bag on the bed while I reach down and pull out the dead man’s wallet. First thing I check is how much cash he has.
“Holy shit, six hundred and thirty seven dollars. That will diffidently buy me dinner.” I say as I roll up the cash and put it in my pocket.
I throw the wallet on the floor making it look like a robbery that went wrong. I grab my bag off the bed and proceed to walk out the door. I close the door to the room behind me. I don’t look back and walk straight towards the road. I walk at a fast pace to get out of the area. I look up at the sky and see its starting to get dark. It cloudy with a light snow falling. I walk downtown and then to the west end. I walk down Clark Street and go into St. Francis Church. I say a few prayers and ask for forgiveness. I then make my way to Michaels Restaurant and plan out my final dinner. The hostess walks me to my seat. I open the menu and browse at all the different entrees.
“Would you like a beverage to start off with?” The waitress asks.
“Yeah I would like a Miller in a bottle with a large glass of water.” I responds while still looking through the menu.
The waitress brings me the beer and water. I order shrimp cocktail for an appetizer and veal parmesan as the main course. I even order a dessert which consists of strawberry short cake. I devoured the entire meal including the dessert. I pay with Habib’s cash and leave a lucrative tip. The waitress was good so she deserved fifty bucks. My next stop was to walk to Wallawitz Creations and Designs. I looked at my watch and notice the time was nearing five fifteen. So I walk out towards the mall and admire all the Christmas decorations that people put up outside. The fresh light snow enhances the colored lights. It so beautiful this time of year and all the kids have to be excited. When I reach my destination there are four vehicles still parked in the parking lot. I can see Becca’s Ford Taurus, a brand new Lincoln Continental, a black SUV, and Pedro’s Cadillac Coop Deville.
“What the fuck is Becca still doing here?” I say as I find a place to hide in the dark.
My wait isn’t long to see the owner of the Lincoln come out into the foyer. It’s a female customer and she is dressed in a business suit. She stands in the foyer and hits the remote start in her car. Then she walks back inside the building while her car warms up. This tells me she is leaving soon and I will have my opportunity to get inside when she exits the locked building. I also realize there are federal agents inside the building protecting my man Pedro. Then the unexpected happens. Pedro comes to the door with four federal agents. I am close enough to the building that I can hear the conversation.
“We are here for your protection.” The lead agent says.
“I don’t care what your here for. Get your fucking asses out of here? I told you after hours I want to be left alone.” Pedro says in an ill-mannered tone.
“Our intel has informed us that you are a potential target of a disgruntled ex-employee. If our information is correct he killed that police officer in Baltimore which tells us he is heading home.” The agent says.
“He is not that fucking smart and besides he can’t get in here. The alarm system is too sophisticated for his simple mind. Now go fucking whack off or do what you do when you’re not on duty” Pedro says as he opens the door for the agents.
I watch as the agents walk towards their vehicle.
“Come on we’ll go down to the mall and get something to eat. Then we will watch the building from the outside. This fucking guy is an asshole. He is dirty and something tells me he is up to no good or he is doing something illegal.” The lead agent says as they get into the SUV and drive off.
This tells me I have about an hour to get into the building and take care of Pedro before they return. It also tells me that Becca may be his next conquest willing or not. So I move to the opposite side of the Cadillac that is backed into a parking space. I peek through the windows of the car as the well-dressed woman walks to the door. She already has her coat on and she is putting on her gloves. She pushes the door open and stops.
“Pedro make sure you verify that price for me by Monday at the latest.” The woman yells inside the building.
“No problem Miriam, have a nice weekend.” Pedro yells from inside the building.
The woman pushes the door open and runs towards her car. I move from my position at the rear passenger side of her car. She walks towards her car as I run behind her and inside the door before it closes. I quickly move around the corner and out of her site. I peek tow
ards the door as it closes and locks. I watch her put on her safety belt and put the car in gear. She drives off and takes a left onto the main road. I am inside the secure building and walk through the facility towards the office. I can see the lights on inside the office illuminating on the production floor. I use that dim light to guide me towards the office door. When I get there the door is closed leading into the office. There is one window in the office that overlooks into the production area. I creep up and sit underneath the window. I know Becca is still there and I have to wait for her to leave before I make my move. So I sit with my back against the wall while she and Pedro are on different calls. Becca finally finishes her call and hangs up the phone. She gets up and I can see her shadow on the production floor as she puts on her coat.
“Pedro I’m leaving, have a nice weekend.” Becca says as I hear her boots walking on the hardwood floor of the office.
“Becca hang on a second I have something to tell you before you leave.” Pedro says from inside his office.
“Okay but I really have to get going. It’s snowing and I have a forty-five minute drive ahead of me in good weather.” Becca replies.
“Just hang on it will only take a minute.” Pedro responds.
I remain sitting on the floor waiting for Becca to exit, so I can finish what I started out to do. This is my last target and my quest will be over. I can see Becca’s shadow pacing back and forth as Pedro is still on the phone. I hear the phone hang up and Pedro walks out into the main office. I sit and listen for I want to get my hands on that asshole more than anything else. He is a spoiled rotten rich mother fucker that thinks his shit don’t stink. I know when I get done with him he is going to be lying in his own shit.
Chapter 24 – Becca’s Ordeal
Time seems to have slowed down. I listen and I can hear Pedro’s patent leather shoes slapping against the hard wood floors. He stops just inside the office and I can see his shadow on the floor facing Becca. It looks like he has his hands on his hips.
“What do you need Mr Wallawitz?” Becca asks as she puts her gloves on.
“Do you like your job here?” Pedro asks.
“Yes sir, it pays the bills and gives me a little extra cash in my pocket.” Becca replies.
“I’m glad you like your job here. Now take your clothes off so I can fuck you.” Pedro says
“What, I don’t think so. Good night I’m leaving.” Becca says as she starts walking towards the office door.
“You’re not going anywhere.” Pedro says as he grabs Becca by the arm.
“Let go of me.” Becca yells.
I slowly stand up and look inside the window. I see Pedro cock back and bust Becca in the face. She falls backwards on her desk. There is blood oozing from her lip. Becca tries to move towards the back of her desk but Pedro grabs her by the arm and forcibly takes her coat off. Becca is in awe of Pedro’s behavior. She has never seen this side of the man. She always knew he was vulgar and unprofessional but she never expected this. I open my bag and pull out my knife. I grab the doorknob and slowly turn the handle. I can hear the door unlatch and I slowly open it. Pedro and Becca do not hear or see me enter into the office. I look over and see Pedro push Becca into the corner of the office. She is bleeding all over her pretty red dress. She cannot see me because Pedro’s tall thin body is blocking her vision. I watch as Pedro grabs the lapels of her dress and rips it straight down. He tears it with such force that Becca’s body pulls forward off the wall. Pedro pulls the dress right off the pour innocent girl. Becca is left standing in her white bra, white half-slip, and black stockings with boots. She is scared and shaking as Pedro slaps her across the face.
“How do you feel about fucking me now?” Pedro says in a demanding voice
“You’re a fucking bastard.” Becca says as she starts to cry.
I slam the door behind me and that gets Pedro’s attention. He quickly turns around and sees me standing there.
“I guess this is how rich bastards act. If the girl isn’t interested, we take what we want. This is going to stop right here and now because I’m going to beat you beyond recognition. Becca move around the asshole and get behind me.” I say as I walk up behind Pedro.
“You better get your ass out of here. The feds are here. They are assigned to protect me.” Pedro says in desperation.
“Yea right. I watched you send them packing about a half hour ago. I figured you were up to no good. They won’t be back until they finish eating dinner. Now the question I ask you. Can you hold up against me for thirty minutes because I want to beat you with my bare hands?” I say
“It doesn’t have to be this way. How much money do you want to leave me alone?” Pedro pleads.
“You see Pedro my whole life is over. I lost everything I had including my wife and children. Its greedy people like you that think being rich gives you the right to step on the working man. The only problem, it’s the working man that makes you rich. When I’m done with you and people like you. I don’t care what happens to me because I settled the score with every one of you bastard’s that set my downfall in motion. Pedro your money has no value to me.” I say.
“Please I beg of you to spare my life.” Pedro asks as he goes down on his knees.
“Becca get out of here and don’t look back.” I say.
“Please Fred don’t do this.” Becca asks.
“You are a sweet girl. Get the hell out of here don’t ever look back. This man is vile and needs to be exterminated like rats and cockroaches that spread disease all over this world. This man just tried to rape you. He will get the sentence he deserves with no trial, no judge, and no jury.” I say to Becca as she puts her coat on to cover up her torn dress.
“Thank you Fred, and may God spare your soul.” Becca says as she runs towards the door.
“Please, please don’t hurt me.” Pedro pleads.
“Hurt never came to mind but death has.” I say as I walk up to the tall skinny bastard still in a kneeling position.
When I approached Pedro, I put my knife under my belt just above my ass. Even on his knees Pedro came up to my chest. He closes his eyes and starts to cry as I close my fist. I put my right arm behind my body and use all my force to blast Pedro in the face. When I make contact my knuckles rip through the soft flesh of his cheek. My knuckles tear the flesh apart and knocks out three teeth on the left side of Pedro’s face. His head flops backwards and strikes against Becca’s wooden desk. Pedro’s head ricochets forward where I kick him square in the jaw. I beat that man in the face hit after hit. Pedro is such a pansy that he just sits there and takes the beating without fighting back. Every time I hit him he would let out a little whimper like a little kid. Mark my word he cried like a baby for the twenty minutes while I put a beating on him. Every hit I made count and when I got bored with beating Pedro I dragged his ass out into the production area. I looked at my watch and knew I was running out of time.
“What are you doing?” Pedro asks in a low deranged voice.
“Well you have a laser graphic designer. I want to see how good it works.” I say as I tie Pedro down on the table.
“No, please don’t.” Pedro asks a delirious voice.
“With expensive equipment like this, we have to make sure it works right. I don’t think there is a better way than having the owner involved.” I say as I turn the machine on.
“Oh god no, you fucking prick Fred, I hope they crucify you.” Pedro yells into the empty building.
“I don’t care what they do to me after you’re dead.” I say laughingly.
“Ah, you fucking bastard. Oh god that hurts.” Pedro yells as I use the laser to cut off a couple of fingers on his left hand
“This is how the rich and famous live and die. Pedro Wallawitz wanted to make sure no one could duplicate his wealth and stature. He wants no heirs left to capitalize on his fortune so he makes sure that he is sterile and I’m making sure he never gets to use his little winky ever again.” I say like Robin Leech as I aim the lase
r at his crotch.
I move the laser up and it burns through his three hundred dollar pants. I leave the laser on his testicles and burn them off. I follow that up by cutting off his member clean and quick. Pedro is yelling in pain until he passes out. That’s when I slap him up a little bit to bring him back to reality.
“You son of a bitch. I hope you rot in hell.” Pedro whispers out.
“I hope I rot in hell too for what I have done. But I will have go after you my friend. I hope Satan goes lenient on you, fuck no, I hope he gives you everything you deserve.” I say sarcastically
Then I hear a knock on the door and I look at my watch. I see that the half hour has passed and the agents are returning.
“Help me that son of a bitch is in here.” Pedro yells in desperation.
“You fucker,” I say as I grab a metal bar lying on the floor.
“Kick the door in.” The agent yells.
“See you in hell Pedro.” I say as I lift the metal bar over my head.
I can hear the agents trying to kick the door in but like Pedro said he built a fort for protection. That’s when I swing the metal bar down with all my might.
“Nooooo,” Pedro yells
“Goodbye,” I say as the metal bar crashes into Pedro’s skull.
Pedro’s head implodes upon impact from the metal bar. I am showered with blood as his cries for help go silent. Then I hear the agents shooting at the safety door to get in. That is my sign to get the hell out of there. I run towards the side emergency exit and kick the safety bar. The door flies open and hammers into the agent waiting outside. The door hits him square in the face as he goes flying backwards. He lands on his back and his hand gun goes flying out of his hand. I run as fast as I can towards the railroad tracks. When I reach the tracks I run west and cross the road. I look down the road and I see the black SUV screeching out of the parking lot and onto the road. Then I remember I left my bag inside the building and the only weapon I have on me is my knife. As I am running down the tracks they drive their SUV down the tracks towards me. I quickly break off the tracks and into the wilderness. I hear the SUV slam on its brakes and four doors slam shut but that doesn’t stop me from running.