Withstanding Me
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“Third page in, ZZ.” Rap tells me.
I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and reopen them, flipping to the third page. The second Polaroid on the left is a beaten and bloodied up Storm.
How smart is this f**ker? He can’t be that smart to be walking around with evidence of his f**kin kidnappings.
I start to turn around when Rap speaks up again. “Nope, page 15 and page 17.”
Oh Jesus Christ. What now? I do as he says and flip to page 15. Haley. Beautiful, shy Haley with a tie around her arm from her being forced to take a hit of snowball. Looking at this photo makes even me sad. She was f**kin killed after we saved her from this shit. Fuck that pisses me off. I hurry and flip the page, and there sits Piper, naked with the saddest expression on her face as a gloved hand grabs her bare chest. Sniper growls from beside me. I act too slow as he draws his gun and fires a shot into this f**ker’s leg.
I shrug, glad he didn’t put a bullet into the f**ker’s head. It’s good for him to suffer before I kill his ass. I start flipping through the rest of the pages, and notice a lot of these girls that we sent home after we raided the peepshow house.
“Now look in that folder,” Rap points to a folder stickin’ outta one of the pockets.
I’m thinking ‘what the f**k now’? And when I open it, my mouth spews out fast, “Call the Prez.” We’ve messed with the Russians human trafficking without even f**kin realizin it. We thought they were Snake’s girls and they weren’t. FUCK! There’s something we’re not seeing here. I hate to say it, but we need Winter down here. This is the shit she came from. I dig out my phone and dial Winter. She answers on the first ring. “Yeah?”
“You need to get down here now,” I growl and hang up.
It takes her no time to be standing at my side.
“What is it? You wanted me to stay with Storm.” She says breathless as I hand over the file. “Oh shit! It’s in Russian.”
Yeah, no shit!
While the guy groans in pain, Winter quickly scans over the documents, her face turning white as a f**kin ghost. Shit you not. White as a motherfuckin ghost.
“Get me my f**king laptop,” she screams, her fingernails digging at the small chip taped to the folder. She sits down on a bar stool, flipping faster through the paperwork. Whatever it is, it’s scaring the f**k outta her, and she doesn’t scare easy. “I can’t believe it.” She chants over and over again.
“I have a f**king sister. A full-blooded sister. God dammit where is that laptop?”
That’s great for her and all…
“Winter what’s the f**kin connection?”
“I don’t know. I don’t f**kin know okay. But the trafficking part is from my Russian family. Why this ass**le has information on a sister I didn’t know about…” she trails off as she begins to read some more. Sniper comes back up to her with one of the club’s laptops, and she quickly makes work with the USB chip. “This makes no sense. I came here to get away from my Russian family, and apparently they are f**king everywhere!”
That’s it. It’s time for answers. I walk over to the bagged f**ktard, cut the rope, drag the bag off his head, and kick him to his knees. “HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW THE RUSSIANS?”
This bastard is a pu**y; he’s done pissed all down his leg. He doesn’t let the words stop flowing from his mouth once he starts talking.
“I work for them. For the Russians, I mean. I find girls and traffic them. I noticed Winter Belov a few months back and knew the Russians were looking for her. When you guys broke up that stable of girls Snake was holding for the Russians, I called them. I was told to stick around, make sure Winter didn’t leave town. Then her father came here and bloodshed happened, and I had more orders come from her uncle. He’s… oh just f**k it. I’m dead anyways. Her uncle wants her dead. Word is Winter and her sister are the sole beneficiaries of her father and uncle’s fortune. You should know that they hired that Travis dude to seduce your daughter.” He groans, probably from a shooting pain. Pun very intended.
“Winter. Does this shit make any sense to you?” I snap. I’m not even shocked those f**kers are the ones that have Travis after my daughter.
“The sister part, no. The fortune part, yes. My uncle wants me dead because his money is basically mine since it was my father’s first. The legit legal money anyway. I think he played me because he’s trying to locate my mother. He doesn’t know she’s coming here. You need to get rid of him.” She points to f**ktard that f**ked up all these women’s lives.
“Babe… did you honestly think I was gonna let him live?” I chuckle.
“Oh god,” fucktard groans.
“He ain’t listenin to you sweetie,” Winter laughs.
“Pack it up, let’s go.”
***
It’s only Pyro and me out here in this blistering as f**k sun getting rid of this idiot. The rest stayed back to watch the family. On the way out, Pyro grabbed a fifth and some darts and brought them with us. We give the idiot a little bit before we start to have our fun. We’ve got him nailed up to a giant piece of plywood. It’s kinda symbolic for what happened to Eagle, his head chopped off by the Russians and stuck on a tiki torch because of this f**k.
“So, was it worth this pain?” I ask the idiot while I gulp some whiskey.
“No… I… I deserve this.” He cries.
“Yeah, ya do. Still not gonna stop though,” I laugh, picking up another dart and flicking it at him. It lands straight in the middle of his forehead.
I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and reopen them, flipping to the third page. The second Polaroid on the left is a beaten and bloodied up Storm.
How smart is this f**ker? He can’t be that smart to be walking around with evidence of his f**kin kidnappings.
I start to turn around when Rap speaks up again. “Nope, page 15 and page 17.”
Oh Jesus Christ. What now? I do as he says and flip to page 15. Haley. Beautiful, shy Haley with a tie around her arm from her being forced to take a hit of snowball. Looking at this photo makes even me sad. She was f**kin killed after we saved her from this shit. Fuck that pisses me off. I hurry and flip the page, and there sits Piper, naked with the saddest expression on her face as a gloved hand grabs her bare chest. Sniper growls from beside me. I act too slow as he draws his gun and fires a shot into this f**ker’s leg.
I shrug, glad he didn’t put a bullet into the f**ker’s head. It’s good for him to suffer before I kill his ass. I start flipping through the rest of the pages, and notice a lot of these girls that we sent home after we raided the peepshow house.
“Now look in that folder,” Rap points to a folder stickin’ outta one of the pockets.
I’m thinking ‘what the f**k now’? And when I open it, my mouth spews out fast, “Call the Prez.” We’ve messed with the Russians human trafficking without even f**kin realizin it. We thought they were Snake’s girls and they weren’t. FUCK! There’s something we’re not seeing here. I hate to say it, but we need Winter down here. This is the shit she came from. I dig out my phone and dial Winter. She answers on the first ring. “Yeah?”
“You need to get down here now,” I growl and hang up.
It takes her no time to be standing at my side.
“What is it? You wanted me to stay with Storm.” She says breathless as I hand over the file. “Oh shit! It’s in Russian.”
Yeah, no shit!
While the guy groans in pain, Winter quickly scans over the documents, her face turning white as a f**kin ghost. Shit you not. White as a motherfuckin ghost.
“Get me my f**king laptop,” she screams, her fingernails digging at the small chip taped to the folder. She sits down on a bar stool, flipping faster through the paperwork. Whatever it is, it’s scaring the f**k outta her, and she doesn’t scare easy. “I can’t believe it.” She chants over and over again.
“I have a f**king sister. A full-blooded sister. God dammit where is that laptop?”
That’s great for her and all…
“Winter what’s the f**kin connection?”
“I don’t know. I don’t f**kin know okay. But the trafficking part is from my Russian family. Why this ass**le has information on a sister I didn’t know about…” she trails off as she begins to read some more. Sniper comes back up to her with one of the club’s laptops, and she quickly makes work with the USB chip. “This makes no sense. I came here to get away from my Russian family, and apparently they are f**king everywhere!”
That’s it. It’s time for answers. I walk over to the bagged f**ktard, cut the rope, drag the bag off his head, and kick him to his knees. “HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW THE RUSSIANS?”
This bastard is a pu**y; he’s done pissed all down his leg. He doesn’t let the words stop flowing from his mouth once he starts talking.
“I work for them. For the Russians, I mean. I find girls and traffic them. I noticed Winter Belov a few months back and knew the Russians were looking for her. When you guys broke up that stable of girls Snake was holding for the Russians, I called them. I was told to stick around, make sure Winter didn’t leave town. Then her father came here and bloodshed happened, and I had more orders come from her uncle. He’s… oh just f**k it. I’m dead anyways. Her uncle wants her dead. Word is Winter and her sister are the sole beneficiaries of her father and uncle’s fortune. You should know that they hired that Travis dude to seduce your daughter.” He groans, probably from a shooting pain. Pun very intended.
“Winter. Does this shit make any sense to you?” I snap. I’m not even shocked those f**kers are the ones that have Travis after my daughter.
“The sister part, no. The fortune part, yes. My uncle wants me dead because his money is basically mine since it was my father’s first. The legit legal money anyway. I think he played me because he’s trying to locate my mother. He doesn’t know she’s coming here. You need to get rid of him.” She points to f**ktard that f**ked up all these women’s lives.
“Babe… did you honestly think I was gonna let him live?” I chuckle.
“Oh god,” fucktard groans.
“He ain’t listenin to you sweetie,” Winter laughs.
“Pack it up, let’s go.”
***
It’s only Pyro and me out here in this blistering as f**k sun getting rid of this idiot. The rest stayed back to watch the family. On the way out, Pyro grabbed a fifth and some darts and brought them with us. We give the idiot a little bit before we start to have our fun. We’ve got him nailed up to a giant piece of plywood. It’s kinda symbolic for what happened to Eagle, his head chopped off by the Russians and stuck on a tiki torch because of this f**k.
“So, was it worth this pain?” I ask the idiot while I gulp some whiskey.
“No… I… I deserve this.” He cries.
“Yeah, ya do. Still not gonna stop though,” I laugh, picking up another dart and flicking it at him. It lands straight in the middle of his forehead.
