Smack!
I gave him an open-palmed slap across the face. I didn’t want to risk knocking him out. Not yet. His head rocked to the side anyway, and when he looked back, that calm-ish veneer was gone. It didn’t take the genius I had labelled him as to realize where this might be going.
“There you go again. Just nod if you want to agree with me. Nod, motherfucker.”
He did.
“So one of my little business partners owns a liquor store in China Town. My accountants tell me he pays early every month. Every month, isn’t that fantastic? He pays for protection to keep his business going. You see how this works? Businesses interacting… synergy?”
I reached out and grabbed a fistful of Tony’s hair with one hand and his jawline with the other, shaking his head back and forth to make him nod furiously. His face was a mask of terror when I let go, pale-skinned with a sheen of sweat.
“When somebody who works for me fucks over a business partner like that, it throws a wrench in the works of my whole business. It fucks with my cash flow. It’s like stealing from me. In certain cultures, when somebody steals something from their employer, it’s customary to cut their hand off. Did you know that?”
Tony opened his mouth, but then shut it again and shook his head, all remaining color draining from his face. He was probably saying he didn’t know and begging me not to do that in equal measures. I wouldn’t have been surprised if a wet patch showed up on the front of his pants.
I was almost ready to boil over. The thought of tenderizing his face under my fists was all too seductive. I simply wanted to let him marinade in his own stupidity a little longer.
“Anyway, my idea was to do that, but also make any shit for brains punk who steals from me eat his own hand too. How the fuck about that?”
With a hard kick, I broke the two flimsy wooden legs on one side of the chair and Tony tumbled to the ground at my feet. As he tried to get up, I kicked him right in the stomach and he crumpled back to the ground with a groaning whoosh of air.
“You stupid motherfucker!” I stomped on his ribs and broke at least one of them.
“Please!” he wheezed.
“Too late for that!”
I bent down and rolled him over, straddling his stomach so I could ruin his face with punches and elbows. After a few strikes, the impacts started sounding pretty wet.
“Please!” This was a lot more gurgly-sounding. More slurred.
“Who else did the job with you?” I asked.
“Jimmy, Brad… Pete!” he spluttered.
“They work for me?” I shook him by the collar of his shirt.
“N-no, sir! Please!”
The one eye that wasn’t swelling shut widened in terror as he saw me pick up one of the broken chair legs, which had splintered to a sharp point, and hold it above my head like I was going to drive a stake into a vampire.
“Please! Let me make it right!” he screamed.
I held him still with my free hand, the broken chair leg shaking with tension above us both. It was time to decide whether he lived or died.
“Are you ever going to fucking break the rules or try to lie to me again?” I asked, as if anybody would say yes under the circumstances.
“No!”
“Right. Jimmy, Brad and…”
“Pete,” Lorenzo finished for me.
“… all do work for me now, understand?”
Tony nodded.
“You’re all going to go back to the liquor store and be on call twenty-four fucking seven for Mr. Xiaou, helping him clean up the mess you made. You’re going to take back all the money you stole, money for the alcohol you stole, money to refund him for his monthly payment to me. Understand?”
Tony grasped the straw with both hands. “Yes! Yes, sir, Mr. Barlow!”
“Anything Mr. Xiaou wants done, you do. If he wants to use your asshole as an ashtray, you’re upside-down next to his armchair while he smokes his pipe, you fucking get me? I’m going to have him fill out a motherfucking customer satisfaction survey, and if I hear you referred to him as anything but ‘sir’ then I swear the search parties will never find your body.”
I stood up and threw the chair leg away, looking with satisfaction at the blood on my knuckles. Tony took one look at me and knew I meant it, and I’d have fun doing it.
“Get your ass out of here. You get the money and you start work in China Town by three o’clock this afternoon. Go!”
Mr. Businessman didn’t need to be asked again, he didn’t even pause to pick up a stray tooth. He got the hell out of dodge.
Lorenzo closed the door behind him and then pulled out the giant trash bags and a roll of duct tape from the inside pockets of his jacket to put them back in his briefcase.
“Well that was a nice little trip down memory lane,” he said.
“Sure was.”
I felt a thousand times better, letting all that rage and energy flow through me. I always did. I learned that when I was still a kid. To beat a guy so hard they never lay a hand on you again, there was nothing that came close to it, until I learned about fucking, which was just as good. Now they were both my drugs of choice.
“What I don’t get is why you’re here for this, but you weren’t there for Santino last night,” said Lorenzo.
“I thought you could handle it,” I said pointedly, wiping my hands on a towel from a drawer in the desk.
Lorenzo paused and a dirty look flashed across his face. “Shit was already fucked by the time I got there, boss. I bet if you and I had arrived earlier then we wouldn’t be having this talk now.”
Calming down from dealing with Tony, I held my hands up. “OK. Fair point. You’re right. What do you think the blowback is going to be from this? Santino was alive yesterday, he’s alive today. Are we any worse off?”
That defiant expression dropped away, and Lorenzo’s temper-needle edged away from the red-zone too. “Three guys down and Santino wouldn’t have shown up if the Picollis weren’t up to something. That was a chance to nip it in the bud, so yeah, seems we’re worse off. Hope that reporter pussy was worth it.”
Truth be told, despite Santino turning up and getting away, thoughts about Kendall had invaded my mind all night and all day so far. The way her pussy felt when it was wrapped around my cock was better than I could have imagined.
Even now, I could hear those sexy little sounds she made when she was trying to take all the hard fucking I could give her. I bet she wasn’t even aware she was making them most of the time.
I’d never cum so hard, so much, with any girl before. If all the times I’d fucked before, and there were a lot, were on par with fighting… fucking Kendall was about a mile above all of it.
Of all the girls I’d had my way with, I’d never wanted to fuck one twice. What was the point? They’d never forget the time I fucked them, they’d think of me when some poor asshole married them. No woman had so much that I couldn’t take it all in one session.
Kendall was different somehow, though. I still remembered her name for some reason. Why? It had felt incredible to take her virginity, sure, but it felt good to see her look at me the way she did when I stopped those fuckwits from giving her shit in the restaurant. It felt good to see her face light up when I simply slipped my arm around her.
I shook my head to try and get these alien thoughts out. What the hell was I thinking? I decided I probably just needed to fuck the life out of her one more time to get her out of my system.
Chapter 10
Kendall
Sitting comfortably in any chair was an impossibility. Sitting in this chair took it to a whole other level of awkward squirming.
My pussy was stinging from its rough introduction to adult life the previous night. I was trying to bear as much of my weight on the armrests as I could, and what I really wanted was one of those cushion rings the people with piles had to use. That would have been heaven, I bet.