Monsters
By
Karen Singer
Chapter 7 – A Monster Situation – Part 2 of 2
Carol led the way to a door she had
found when she had been searching for something to use to tie them up
with. “I found the stairs to the upper
floors back here,” she told Brandy.
She opened the door and the two
went through. Before they reached the top
of the steps, two men were aiming guns at them from above. “Really?” Brandy said. “Guns?”
“Who are you?” one of the men
asked.
“Johnny sent for me,” Brandy told
him a she kept going up.
“I’m not aware that he sent for
anyone. Who are you?”
Brandy reached the top. The men moved back so she and Carol could
stand at the top of the stairs. She
noticed four other men, all with guns in their hands watching them. She looked at the one who had done the
speaking so far. “Put that gun away or
you’ll be eating it before you know what happened.”
“And I’ll kill the rest of you.”
Carol added.
The man grunted a laugh. Brandy didn’t wait, her hands reached out and
flipped the gun in his hand so it was facing backwards, at the same time, she
pulled it into her own hand. As she was
doing it, her body was already in motion, moving to the side of him. She pushed against his chest while her legs
swept his legs out from under him. He
fell to his back and she shoved the gun into his mouth.
Carol had her own gun pulled before
any of the others could react. “Don’t
move!” she told them all.
Brandy checked to make sure
everything was secure, still holding the gun in the guy’s mouth, she
asked. “Where’s Johnny?” She heard a door open and she looked up.
“What’s going on out here?” a man
in a nice sport jacket and tie asked.
“Any of these men you want dead?”
Carol asked.
“Not particularly,” the man
replied. “What do you want?”
“Johnny Morrow sent for me,” Brandy
told him.
“I did? Who are you?”
“Vinny sent me.”
The look on the man’s face changed
to one of astonishment. “Retribution!”
“If that’s the way you want to look
at it,” Brandy replied. “Are you
Johnny?”
“Yes. Come in.”
He looked around at his men. “Put
your guns away. We need her.”
“And her?” one of the men asked,
pointing his gun at Carol.
“She’s with me,” Brandy told them.
“Come in then. Both of you,” Morrow offered as he retreated
into his office. He closed the door
behind them. The office was small with
just a desk. Morrow headed around to the
back of it and sat down. “This isn’t my
usual office,” he told them. “This
building is one I’m still in the process of acquiring. How did you find me?”
“We have…contacts,” Carol replied.
Morrow looked at her for a moment,
hoping for more information, but it didn’t come. “What’s with the mask?” he asked Brandy?”
“I find it better if I keep who I
am to a discrete few.”
“And her?” he asked. “She doesn’t have a mask.”
“Death doesn’t need one.”
“Johnny laughed. “Death and Retribution. Forgive me, but you two sound like a comic
book. Especially with that mask.”
“I know. Sorry about that. The nickname wasn’t my idea. It just stuck somehow. You asked for my help?”
“Yes! I was beside myself before, and things are
only getting worse.”
“Start from the beginning,” Brandy
suggested.
“I heard through the grapevine that
some of the other…organizations in town, lost a few men. I kept listening, but I didn’t start worrying
that much until I lost one of mine.”
“Knife slash across the throat?”
Carol asked.
“No. Shot.”
“Shot?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“We went to see Geovelli earlier
and some of his men were murdered by someone who knew how to use a knife.”
“I heard his men had their throats
slit,” Morrow replied. “So, you’ve been
to see Geovelli?”
“You weren’t due back until this afternoon.”
“I almost didn’t come back at
all. But I’ve got a business to
run. It’s just a bit harder to run it
out of this office.”
“How many have you lost so far?”
Brandy asked.
“Five. Total.
But I know others have lost a lot more.”
“According to Geovelli, he said
they seemed to start with the…uh…lower management types, but they’re moving up
the ladder now.”
“That’s what caught my
attention. Did he tell you we had
several meetings, all the bosses in town, about this? I brought that up at the last meeting. It wasn’t until then that anybody realized
it.”
“But you did.” Carol stated. What made you realize it?”
“I watched the reports of who was
murdered every night. My contacts keep
abreast of who everyone is in town and what they’re doing.”
“Good business practice,” Brandy
noted.
“Just like everyone else does,”
Johnny replied.
“So you contacted Vinny to bring me
in to help?”
“I won’t lie to you. I’m scared.
For my life and my business. We
all are. I heard rumors about you, about
the things you’ve done in the past. I
also heard about some of the other things you’ve done, like branding Geovelli’s
men. His men! When he hired you!”
“Johnny, you may be paying to bring
me out here, but that doesn’t mean I won’t mess you up. Or you men.”
He looked at her angrily. “I get that, but I’m hoping it won’t
happen. Right now, I think the
circumstances are pointing toward something so dire that it was worth taking
the chance.”
Brandy nodded. “I’ll…try to leave your men alone. I just won’t make any promises.”
Morrow nodded.
“Who do you think is behind it?”
Carol asked.
“Someone with a big organization,”
Morrow replied. “I know Geovelli thinks
it’s Beastman, but while Vince is smart and absolutely ruthless, I don’t think
he’s got the manpower to do what I’ve seen.”
“It only takes one good one,” Carol
noted.
“But that one good one can’t be in
multiple places at the same time. I’ve
heard of cases where three people were killed, in three different parts of the
city, at the same time.”
“Well, so much for my theory that
it was only one,” Carol muttered.
“True,” Brandy replied.
“If it wasn’t Vince,” Brandy asked,
“who do you think is behind it?”
“If I had to guess, either Geovelli
himself, or perhaps Omar Besinski.
They’re the two biggest in this city.
They’ve both got huge organizations, and the few men they claim they
lost, they could easily replace with others.”
“We’ll check,” Brandy told
him. “Is there a number where I can
reach you directly? Since you’re hiding
out here and I’m guessing you have a few other places in mind as well.”
Johnny pulled out a pad of paper,
wrote a phone number on it, then tore the paper off. My personal cell. The only one I have.”
“Brandy nodded. Thanks.”
“What were you doing in New York?”
Carol asked. “Geovelli was out there
too.”
Johnny nodded. “We both were. Omar too.”
“Why? Anything to do with this problem?”
“No. A new drug.
Something that one of the…forgive me,” he said to Brandy, “mafia
bosses in New York started working on a few years ago. It didn’t get very far because the Feds
caught him. Now one of his relatives is
trying to get the project started again.”
“New drugs?” Brandy asked.
“Yeah. Long lasting.
Time released opium. It’ll keep
you high and junked up all day. At the
price we can sell something like that for, even selling less of it, we’ll make
a fortune.”
“Makes sense,” Carol replied. “I wonder why I haven’t heard anything about
that down in South America.”
“South America?”
“She works there a lot. She does what I do, but mostly in other
countries.”
Johnny nodded. “But you’re both here…I guess, working
together?”
“Believe it, or not.”
“Ready to go Ret?” Carol asked.
“Yeah, uh…Dee. We’ll get back to you Johnny.”
As they walked down the steps,
Carol noted. “Did he seem brighter to
you than most guys?”
“Yes. Younger too for someone in his position.”
“He was smart enough to call you in
when he needed help,” Carol noted.
“Desperate is more like it.”
“True. He didn’t care that you might…play with his
men a bit.”
“I noticed. I really need to watch myself though. That’s not good for business.”
“But it is good for your
reputation.”
Brandy brightened. “Very true!”
As they walked out, they noticed
that the couple they had “put together” were still at it in the office. “I wonder how long they’ll stay like that?”
Brandy mentioned.
“They can stay like that forever,
for all I care,” Carol replied.
Brandy continued to stare at the
still struggling couple. “I think I’m
definitely going to have to bring Ralphie out here.”
“Your secretary?”
“Yeah. I think I’m going to need him more than I
thought.”
“Is he that good in bed? I thought that we…”
Brandy laughed. “Don’t worry.
Making love with you was…maybe the best ever for me. And as for Ralphie, well, you’ll just have to
see when he gets here.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Where to next?” Brandy asked. “Vince the Beast?”
“No. I wouldn’t think so. According to Morrow, Vince’s organization is
too small. He didn’t think he had the
manpower to pull something like this off.”
“So where do we go?” Brandy
asked. “Your people won’t be able to get
us that information until later.”
“How about back to the hotel. I’m thinking a short nap wouldn’t hurt after
last night. Then tonight we can start
looking again after we get the list.”
“A nap? Your place or mine?”
Carol smiled. “My sheets are already messed up. Why waste yours?”
“But if I call Ralphie to come, I’d
rather he see that we’ve been fully using my bed together.”
“In that case, your place works
just as well.”
They climbed into a cab together
and headed back toward the hotel.
“Wait!” Carol told the driver at one point. I need to make a quick stop and run into the
store.” The driver pulled to the
curb. Brandy stayed in the car while
Carol ran inside. She was out a few
minutes later and the cab continued its journey to the hotel. Carol pulled three packages of thin rope from
the bag in her hand to show Brandy.
“Something tells me that if I keep hanging around you, I’m going to need
this.”
Brandy laughed.
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Carol lay naked in Brandy’s bed
while Brandy, also naked, walked around her bedroom and talked on the
phone. “Ralphie! Stop begging!
I told you I want you to come, and that’s all there is to it!”
“But Miss Brandy,” the voice on the
other end replied. “That’s out in…I’d
have to fly out there.”
“Yes. And I expect you here tomorrow as early as
possible.”
“But Miss Brandy…”
“Ralphie! You know what happens when you argue. Just for that, when you show up here, it
better be in some very wet diapers!”
“No Mistress. Please!
No!”
“Ralphie! You want to make it worse?”
“No,” the contrite voice replied.
“Then you know what you have to
do. I’ll text you more instructions
tonight.”
“Yes, Miss Brandy. But Miss Brandy,” he tried again, “please,
may I take a train instead?”
“No! I told you I want you to fly. And get here early. I may not be here in the room when you
arrive. In fact, I probably won’t be,
but it wouldn’t be the first time. You
know what to do. At least, you better if
you don’t want to make things worse for yourself.”
“Do I have to do this, Miss
Brandy?” the pathetic voice came back.
“Ralphie, I’m working with a woman
who made a man nail his own cock to a tree stump. Then she made him drive nails through each of
his testicles to nail them down as well.
And the only way he had to get free, was the knife she left him. At least you still have your useless
cock. Would you like me to turn you over
to her for a while?”
“No. Please, Miss Brandy. I’ll be there. Just like you asked.”
“Good! See that you follow all my instructions.”
“I’ll will, Miss Brandy. I’ll be there.”
“Good!”
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