Indecent Pawn: What price is too high to pay for another person’s debt? (12 page)

Unfortunately for them, the nerve agent did little to numb the body of all feeling. It just killed their mobility, rendering them motionless. The only thing above water was their shoulders and upward. The pain was unbearable and because their adrenaline was so high in their bodies, the nerve agent started to dwindle faster than expected. Since their skin was literally being eaten off, it only got worse when they moved. Causing them to lose consciousness before they took their last breath.

*****

Chon’s marksmen woke up spread eagle naked as the day he was born on a hard slab of concrete. The screams in the distance is what aroused him completely. Snapping him out of his daze, he tried to recall the last thing he remembered. From his perch in the rafters he saw some black woman confronting his target or so it seemed. He thought about shooting her ass in the process but he was given specific instructions.

Once he saw the bastard’s right hand man taking guard next to her, he felt the jig was up. Somehow the stupid whores that were sent to set the target up, failed. Just as he was about to abandon ship, he was shot with a tranquilizer dart. ‘Who actually used shit like that,’ he questioned before submitting to darkness.

The sudden silence caused him to pause in his musings. It figures the son of bitches would torture and kill the women first. They probably sang like some fucking canaries. There was no way they would break him. Actually there was nothing he could tell them because he was just given an assignment. Nothing more, nothing less.

Chon kept all of his business dealings confidential. Obviously for the reason that the three of them found themselves in, to keep shit quiet. After all the innocent and dirty people he has killed, he had no doubt he was going to hell. It was a job. A job he was given at an early age. His only regret is that he failed this one.

“Glad you’re awake.” One of Mucciono’s workers spoke.

“You might as well kill me cause I’m not saying a thing.”

“Never expected you to.” He spoke confidently. “Mr. Mucciono simply didn’t want you to miss your final farewell.”

“This will cause a war.”

“We are prepared. Are you?”

“…”

A small Chinese woman sauntered his way. Although no one officially knew who she was, he had an inkling that this was none other than the infamous Wai`keyi shi. The petite mysterious femme was also known as the surgeon. In another life he would definitely give her a second look. She was his type of woman not flinching against this type of life.

The creepy smile that graced her face as she stood over his pathetic body was enough to make the hardest man crumble in fear. So caught up in her pretty face, he missed her weapon of choice. The medieval tool she carried in her right hand would have gone unnoticed by a normal person but he knew all too well what was about to happen.

Even as he had dealt some deadly blows in his time, nothing this sinister has ever come about. A ‘pair of angles’ was so far out of the box he had never seen one personally before nor did he expect one to be used on him. He tried to keep the fear from his face but failed miserably.

Holding it just high enough for only the tip to sit against the skin of his midsection. Slowly she pushed the sharpened blade through until it hit nothing but pavement. Without warning the handle was turned with the flick of the wrist and the other well hidden blades sliced through his internal organs. Allowing the life to slowly drain from his body along with his other bodily fluids.

*****

Don Chon was sitting in his high rise office building waiting for his lunch to arrive. He’d been avoiding a call from an acquaintance of his who was disappointed that the mark he was sent to kill was still kicking. The three stooges he’d sent in were obviously compromised for he hadn’t heard from them yet. Either that or they were on the run. If they were alive he would rectify that as soon as the chance was given. Summoning for his secretary to bring his food in, he prepared his meal at his conference table.

Since he owned the restaurant he ate at, he wasn’t worried about his order being correct or correctly separated. His obsessive compulsive disorder disabled him to allow his food to touch. His keen eye for detail was enough to drive a person mad but he was a boss so he didn’t give a damn. Removing each of the three containers of food, he arranged them in order how he preferred to eat. First rice, then vegetables, and lastly his orange chicken would be added to a perfectly sectioned off plate a little at a time.

The first container felt officially too light to be his rice but he opened it anyway. Inside was the face of his green eyed vixen he often used to get next to clients and often used her to lure a kill. The second box contained the redhead he ambushed into working for him. He’d told her that her family would suffer if she didn’t comply when in fact he never visited them. He had already made up in his mind that the last one must be his marksman. His assumption was correct opening the container with his face inside and his nuts underneath for added taunting.

The precise cuts were done with a scalpel no doubt and was remarkable for he was sure it was done by a skilled hand. The surgeon is the only known killer with such intricate detail. Don Chon didn’t know what he was up against but he knew with this message being delivered, he was the next mark. He had gone from having the upper hand to being haunted. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Don Mucciono would definitely be coming for him. The ties that bind in business weren’t always as reliable as they pretended to be. Chon had just signed a war agreement. All peace they once had between organizations was now lost.

“Shit.”

“Antonio…” Allison panted. She had never hurt so badly in her life. At least not of her own doing. Technically she had asked for this. Only if she had listened to his silent warnings of thinking again. Her back was aching, her arms felt like jelly from gripping different things so hard, and her legs were beyond exhausted. She knew she would need assistance to walk properly.

“Allison…” Antonio mocked. Although it was refreshing to see him in a carefree manner, just not at the expense of her humiliation. “You asked for it. So I am just giving you a taste of what soothes my anger spirts.”

“Shit. I never imagined it would hurt so badly.”

“This is only a snippet actually. I am taking it easy on you.”

“My heart…” Allison stopped to catch her breath and gather her bearings. “My heart feels like it is going to burst.”

“Just a little longer.”

“Oh God!”

“Relax and let me finish.”

“I think I am catching a cramp.” Allison exclaimed feeling the muscle start to bunch up in her leg.

“Where?”

“Here. Here...”

“Lay back.” Allison did as he requested. Antonio started to massage her thigh in a circular motion with his large hands. “Better?”

“Y-yes.” She sighed. His hands were causing butterflies to swarm her tummy and moisture to pool between her thighs. This has definitely never happened before.

“Since you are already sweaty, I won’t comment on the
moisture
between your thighs.”

“…” Allison just blushed at his comment. She was soon finding out that he had a strange cynical side to accompany his strong dangerous persona.

“Can you walk?”

“Yeah I think so.”

“How did you like my stress relieving exercises?”

“If you were taking it easy on me, I am afraid of what hard core looks like?”

“We’ve only been at it for a good hour.”

“How long do you normally
‘go at it’
?”

“Until my appetite to kill has died down.”

“Oh…” Just like that Allison was rendered speechless allowing him to lead her.

~

“What happened?” Gio asked to a limping Allison.

“Don’t ask.” She looked down in shame.

“She wanted to see what I did to sooth the intent to kill. I figured it was safer accompanying me to the
one
I perform in the gym.”

“I assume you were a little rusty.”

“Actually I have never worked out in a gym before.” The men both nodded their heads.

“Any issues I need to know about?” Antonio asked Gio.

“Of course.”

“Terminated?”

“Indeed.”

“Method?”

“A spa treatment to the second and a trip for one to the medieval times.” Gio spoke without emotion. Antonio only nodded his head while looking out of the window.

“Contract?”

“Yes.” Gio rubbed his hands together as if he were bothered by something. Antonio leisurely stood with his legs akimbo with his hands locked behind his back. The stance was intimidating as all get up. For some reason, Allison felt his mood couldn’t get any better from the new information he was about to find out. Even though they were speaking in code, the information was still pretty clear. She hadn’t been around them long yet she still picked up on some things she was sure she shouldn’t have.

“Excuse me Antonio. I don’t mean to interrupt but would you like for me to step out of the room?” Allison asked. Gio and Antonio regarded one another for a second before she continued. “To give you privacy, I mean. I can get you something to eat or drink.” She started to ramble.

“That won’t be necessary. You should probably turn in with it being four in the morning.”

“As sweaty as I am, I can’t even imagine sitting or lying on anything. I desperately need a shower but having nothing to wear nixed that out.” Allison admitted. That confession alone caused Antonio to give her a once over from head to toe with a smirk on his face.

“We can always finish this later, boss.” Gio broke the intense stare off between the two with his suggestion. Allison was ashamed of the heat that rose from her unmentionables.

With his earlier confession of finding her attractive, she automatically thought he was referring to another type of workout. Sadly she was so ashamed of her wanton behavior. What kind of married woman thought of such a thing no matter how terrible of a spouse she had? She’d still said her vows before God. This temptation to give into her desires was a scary thing.

“Did you hear me Allison?” Antonio asked.

“No, I’m sorry. What did you say?” She heard Gio snicker off to the side as Antonio looked down with a smile of his own and flicked his nose cockily.

“I said, you can just grab another pair of my shorts and a shirt. You know so you can shower.” She was currently in a pair of gym shorts and a crisp white t-shirt of his. The gym shoes she wore, he claimed was a pair of his mother’s but she wasn’t sure if she believed him.

“Oh, alright. Thank you.” Allison walked towards the bedroom area. “Goodnight.”

“More like good morning.”

“Right.” With that she went into the restroom after gathering some clothes to throw on.

She needed to get her hormones in check or at least that’s what she kept telling herself? The crazy thing was she had a feeling being this close to the fire, there was no shielding her from getting burned. What was she going to do? Risk the burn or continue to fight temptation for an unworthy waste of space.

*****

Antonio watched Allison walk from the living room. Every step she made he’d paid extra close attention to. The sway of her hips even in his gym shorts lead his imagination on a wild goose chase. The main reason was because he knew what she looked like before putting on the unflattering clothes. Guiltily he did flirt with her earlier while they drank but he decided against taking her precious sex on a journey that would surly hinder her walk. No matter how bad he wanted to dominate her sweet ass, there was no way he would do it while she was still unsure.

Allison’s thoughtful expressions told off on her many times throughout their interaction. It was clear she was having an internal battle whether or not to act on her attraction to him. No doubt she would allow him to take the lead and she would follow, enjoying every minute of it. In the end she would regret it or have some guilty withdrawals that she defiled her marital vows.

Why he cared about her feelings? He hadn’t quite figured that answer out yet. How badly he wanted to venture into those uncharted waters, she hadn’t the slightest clue or he’s sure she wouldn’t have entertained his flirts. And he believed in his gut, he will get his chance. If he is lucky, sooner rather than later.

“What?” Antonio asked Gio who was just staring at him. No words were uttered the entire time Allison was leaving.

“Oh nothing just enjoying the show.”

“What show?”

“You’re attracted to her just admit it.”

“Obviously you all thought she was quite attractive since you fawned over her all night. Everyone vying for her attention.”

“Jealous?”

“Of?”

“Don’t worry, she only has eyes for you.”

“What would give you such an idiotic idea?”

“For someone to race out of the restroom to tell me what she overheard, seems to have some vested interest. Not to mention she beat me to you before you could take a drink. I was trying to get the boys lined up to be sure the shooter didn’t get away.”

“She told me it was because she wants to gain my loyalty.”

“She surly gained mine if not yours.”

“Don’t make me shoot you.” Gio held his hands up in surrender and chuckled.

“As you wish. Sir.”

“Anyway, what did you find out?”

“They were sent by Chon.”

“…” Antonio was now brewing and could surly chew nails he was so angry.

“Checking into their phone records, it came from the area Chon’s empire is located. The sharp shooter in the rafters was seriously skilled but didn’t stand a chance against our secret weapon. From what I heard he definitely recognized a set of skilled hands when he saw them. Even though it was very noble of him to go down without begging or squealing, it still doesn’t explain why Chon wants to start a war.”

“He’s been hired.”

“That was my next thought. A contract inside of a contract, which could implicate anyone that our organization is associated with.”

“Who would benefit from my absence?”

“Definitely not Chon.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

“What kind of message was sent to our dear friend Chon?”

“…” Gio chuckled before scratching his brow. “Faceoff, in a manner of speaking. You know how OCD he is.”

“Very good.” Antonio’s brain was clouded with anger even after Gio left to his room. The gym was calling his name to relieve some tension but a shower would have to do for now.

Walking into the bedroom, he saw Allison asleep on her side. The only covering she had was the stark white sheet. Her skin was clean and clear of any makeup or sweat from their earlier workout. The once long straight hair was pulled to the top of her head in a sloppy bun. One thing he loved about his presidential suite was his bed but it was occupied with someone he wanted to get real cozy with. In all the most intimate ways imaginable.

With the little will-power he had left, he went to the shower. Turning it to the steam setting, he tried his best to relax. His vengeance would come soon enough but for now he needed to fly off the radar forget below. Every move he makes is always watched. If it was someone he has done business with he knew they would know immediately their plans failed. So it wouldn’t be long before they slip up and he would be there to take advantage.

~

Antonio felt like an outsider peaking in on his own sexual experience. An experience he would love to live until the day he died. His head was thrown back, hands gripping the edge of the counter, all the while groans escaped his throat. There had been enough experts in the oral department in his time but this time was like no other. NO one could compare to the remarkable skills displayed below.

“Mm… mia bella…” He called out the pet name especially set for his beautiful girl. “Fanculo! That’s enough bella.”

“What’s wrong?” She’d questioned the reason he’d stopped her. Antonio silenced any further conversation by connecting his mouth to hers. His tongue swept her minty flavored mouth relishing in the pure taste of his lady love. Lifting her off her feet, she wasted no time wrapping her thick legs around his waist. They connected groin to groin like magnets. The slick, warm, pulsating walls he loved so much felt like a dream come true.

Antonio smirked to himself as she snatched away from their heated make out session. With her head back, she screamed out incoherent words that only served as encouragement. Her creamy, warm cunt fit his extremely hard length like a tight glove. In and out… over and over… Antonio was enjoying himself to no end. Like clockwork her inner muscles constricted to a point where it was almost painful for him. Tightening her thighs, Antonio had to do what he knew he did well and would get her to loosen up. POUND!

“Oh mio Dio, Antonio!” He was indeed Italian and spoke it often though hearing her express her passion in Italian made his already stiff member, stiffer.

“Bella, say it again.”

“Sì Tony, proprio lì.”

“Oh cazzo, bella.”

“Si!” Antonio was pondering over who she has been conversing with that taught her all of this. All of the sensual talk in Italian was beyond sexy. He needed to thank whoever the helper was because she was speaking it so fluently.

From Italy back to the states they had been going none stop like monkeys. He loved every bit of her body. How anyone could do harm to it was a mystery to him. The only battering he felt compelled to deliver was to the inside as he tapped her cervix. The day that bastards debt fell into his lap until the very intense moment he was currently in, he had been a new person. Slowly morphing into one but a new individual none the less.

“Antonio, cazzo me!”

“Allison, bella… you gotta stop talking like that baby.” Antonio threatened. “We’re going to land soon.” Suddenly he heard alarms going off making him pull out of his happy place.

Antonio opened his eyes to look at the ceiling. Reaching one hand to the bedside table he turned the alarm clock off. These visions were coming back to back. Every time he closed his eyes he saw Allison butt assed naked with him deep between her thighs. In so many different positions, all ending the same, him being awaken before he could bust one. He has taken so many cold showers as well as brought on his own orgasm because of these dreams. His mind was made up. He had to seduce her but in due time.

“Allison?” Antonio tried to be gentle in waking up sleeping beauty but she seemed dead to the world. Obviously he had worn her out seriously. Damn it to hell if he wasn’t disappointed it wasn’t the other type of exhaustion. “Allison!”