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|Neverending story (standard:Suspense, 1163 words)|
|Author: veraelaine||Added: May 09 2004||Views/Reads: 2439/1348||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Someone is trying to save his sister from a life of prostitution. There is only one way to do this-kill the pimp.|
There is someone executing the pimps on the east coast. There is a rumor that the brother of one of the 'ladies' is out for revenge. No knows who the 'lady' is or was. The first to be executed was'Cutie Pie,' a real nice follow. He would never get angry with his women. He would never hit or smack them around...unless one of them messed up his money...unless one of them refused to service a client...unless they forgot to greet him as "Master Pie" on bended knee each and every morning and night. Poor Cutie Pie was really cute one evening-dapper grey business suit, grey derby with silver band around it, oak walking stick with silver tip. He had just finished berating "Sugar" for not doing her best for one of her clients. "Not your personal best. I don't care how bad you feel, your job is to make these men feel great. I'll deal with you later." Sugar knew what the deal would be as she turned the corner. She still wasn't used to the pain. Cutie Pie became "poor" Cutie Pie the moment he turned around (with a smirk on his fact) just in time for the first bullet between the eyes. The next one leading a straight line from the nose to the throat, to the chest, to the stomach, to the last place a man would ever want shot. It would seem that circumstances had prevented Cutie Pie (asa Jesse Naudlin) from ever becoming a good man, or a grown man period. Jesse was only sixteen years old. Moses Williams and Alan 'King' Arthur were discussing bulletproof vests and bodyguards over drinks, in the back of Sidney's bar. They spoke in low tones so as not to be heard in case they hit on a good idea. Suddenly 'King' got up, shrugged his shoulders and strolled out the door, leaving MOses to swallow 1/3rd glass of cognac. It had just taken effect when the first BAM, BAM, BAM was heard, followed by the screams. Well the king is dead, long lived the king. All the ladies were questioned. There were runaways, and kids thrown out of the home. No brothers or fathers for that matter looking for them. The pimps ranged in age from 16 to 42 years old. A few inherited the business. (There had been a few females, but they quickly bowed to their "betters" when the men moved in). So the pimps decided to have a meeting, talking in low tones. There was trouble. Four pimps from neighboring counties were dead... straight line hollow points from between the eyes to the neck on down to the man hood. There was a note sent to one of the young men that said, "My sister's life for yours." A few were panicky, the police weren't doing anything. Who would be next? As the meeting broke up there were hushed whispers by the door. NO one wanted to be the first to walk out the door. Who was waiting to kill them? One by one they trickled out. Ducking behind cars, trees, trying to be careful, one man was in his car and halfway down the street when the first explosion happened. No warning, just BOOM. His name was Jesus Himmenez. As a crowd gathered, someone yelled out "Jesus still couldn't save himself from death." "Papa" Joe and his guards talked in hushed tones. These men were hand picked by Papa Joe, himself. Those few with sisters made sure they were not in this business. These were big, beefy guys, with fully loaded .357 magnums. They formed a circle around Papa Joe everywhere he went. Before he went to the men's room, Papa Joe kept his back to the wall while two guards checked out the room and stalls. Every man was searched then kicked out so that Papa would have privacy. Papa had unzipped and settled comfortably in front of the urinal when he heard "Papa, honey." On reflex, Papa turned...directly into a bullet to the forehead and all the way down. That's the way he was found, pants down. (He came, he wet, he went). Moses took much better care. He also had big beefy bodyguards-women. The meanest, ugliest, muscular types (just happy that someone like "handsome' Moses would even look at them) encircled him. He wore a bulletproof vest, carried a fully loaded .357 magnum and so did his bodyguards (mommas). Walking no more than two steps in front of him, MOses had one sharp eyed momma (aka Alma) walk in front of him and the rest. Tina and Louise were on either side of him. Every morning, and every night these women swore to protect and follow MOses as long as they lived. At night, they circled his bed, sleeping beside him and at the foot (like guard dogs). Yes, they vowed to love and protect him. They had taken that vow as usual Tuesday morning and re-affirmed it after Moses read the headlines about Papa Joe. As they stepped out of the front door of his lavishly furnished home, the guards took their Click here to read the rest of this story (33 more lines)
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