Unable to run quicker than a well built man in his early thirties who still went jogging every morning and who had chased criminals down dark, narrow alleys more times than he could count, Mercedes had been easily caught up with by FBI Agent Snyder, who had been stalking her for a while, in the name of investigative duties.At this time, she had been left with no other choice than getting into his car and agreeing to a questioning, after he had flashed his badge and threatened to arrest her.Presently, he had locked all the doors and gotten his tape recorder out, placing it on the dashboard."Name, please.." He said.Rolling her tongue around inside her mouth, feeling her teeth and coming to the annoying realization that she would have to answer whatever questions this federal agent had to throw at her, Mercedes took a deep breath before saying, "Mercedes Gomez."Agent Snyder smiled slyly before adding, "Not Coochie, no?""'Coochie' is not my name, young man. I've told you my name, so
It was yet another night of work for Mercedes, or, as she was known and called in this life of hers, Coochie. There was another Pay Per View event at Tequila and she, as expected, was supposed to be the center of attraction, and the main event. And so, she had left her two bedroom apartment early, in a bid to get to the club on time and then have enough prep time backstage as she could get before the show would begin in earnest.However, from the moment she'd walked into the building that cool evening in her winter coat, leather pants and boots, she could feel that something, somewhere wasn't right. From the fact that she'd been asked to go in through the back door, to the way the bouncer at the aforementioned back door sharply turned away when he spotted her, and then, crowning it all was the way Andrej had waved almost eerily while smiling weirdly at her from his office's balcony which overlooked the entrance to the strippers' backstage area. He'd never waved at her before then. Wha
Fluffy pillows, clean smelling sheets, a spacious bed that was definitely king sized, the feel of a thick, comfy blanket, and then, the slow regaining of full consciousness and memory… Where was she?Mercedes woke with a start, her eyes popping open sharply and her mind quickly recalling that she wasn't supposed to be here, that this bedroom she was in, nice, sizeable and beautiful as it was, wasn't hers, that she had last been in the changing rooms of Tequila, that she had been accosted by some men and that after seeing these men, she had blacked out.. All these things she remembered immediately caused her heart to begin racing, instilled fear in her and moved her to begin visibly shaking. She looked around and was stunned to see that there had been two men who'd been standing and watching her silently all along. They wore brown coats, with brown flat caps on their heads and gloves for the cold. They looked stoicly at her in a way that made her shudder even more than she already wa
There was no small amount of drama at Tequila from that night until the following morning after Mercedes had officially been declared missing. It was Mindi who'd discovered this, coming back to the changing rooms after her own performance to see Mercedes's phone on the floor, face down, with her bag and locker ajar. She'd not taken it seriously until she saw the open second door in the room which led through the back door and out into the yard behind the club. Making a few inquiries and finding that no one had seen Mercedes, she'd then raised an alarm, and just like that, from that moment up until 9:44 am the following morning, she hadn't been found.Mindi was sitting in the changing room, in the exact same spot that Mercedes had been sitting the previous night, terribly shaken and reminiscing so much that although she had FBI Agent Ruby standing before her, shooting questions at her, she couldn't hear a thing."Miss Mindi!! Are you okay?" Ruby's impatience had run out and she was now
All her life, via documentaries and word of mouth, Mercedes had heard of the countless unpleasant things which people who'd been kidnapped had to go through; beating, binding and restriction, rape, pressure for ransom and poor holding facilities, etc. And while she had never hoped or even slightly wished to be kidnapped, she had been surprised at how much of an exception had been made in her case.First of all, she had been kept in a nice bedroom on a king sized bed with clean sheets, allowed to use all the clothes in the wardrobe, which contained clean underwear and top quality outer wears - which made her feel that her kidnapping had been long premeditated - she was not asked for ransom or even spoken to, she wasn't chained or bound in any way, no one attempted to hit or sleep with her, she was served meals thrice a day by maids, and not refugee food either, but instead, good food, like the rich, trayful chicken sandwiches she was currently munching down on, which she had been serve
"I'm telling you, Ruby.. Those fuckers over at Tequila know something.. Especially the manager, that pale, shaky Serbian fuck, Andrej.. And his bouncer, Randy.. I'm convinced that they know more about what happened to Mercedes than they told us."Agent Snyder was in his kitchen, standing before his coffee maker with his phone in one hand through which he was talking to Ruby, his partner, and banging the equipment before him to show his conviction and strong belief in every single syllable that made up the words he was saying."Well, how are you so sure? I mean, I talked to Mindi, the last person to have spoken to Mercedes, or Coochie… whatever, before she disappeared, and she seemed pretty sincere. What's giving you this confidence, Snyder?" Ruby, as expected, was very skeptical and critical, wanting concrete evidence before believing or going along with anything, because she knew full well that Snyder was undoubtedly a smart agent, but more often than not, he could be full of bullsh
For the first time in nearly a week since he was attacked and stabbed, Gio was fully conscious and stable.He opened his eyes in his bedroom which now littered with Medicare products and subsequently caused a sharp, sickening smell to fill the room.It was morning now, and he was alone. For the past few days, he'd had nurses attending to him, cleaning his wounds and changing his bandages, with Sensi, his father and others in the Uomini Marrone coming over to see and check on him. He'd heard chatter about how the stripper from Tequila that his father had been eyeing had finally been brought to the house, and Gio was determined to meet this woman for whom he'd been stabbed and almost killed.Sitting up on the bed slowly, he could feel a stabbing pain in his rib area, the same area in which he'd been stabbed; then, standing to his feet as carefully as possible, he began to walk towards the door. He was wearing only a pair of shorts and nothing above, but he didn't mind. He wasn't looking
It wasn't until mid day that FBI Agent Snyder's eyes lazily dragged open. He was feeling spent, and his groin ached. Sitting up on the bed, he noticed that the room was a sorry mess, with clothes littered on the floor, the bed covers dragged to one side and the smell of sweat and sex in the air.He and Mindi had stayed up for most of the night, pleasuring and digging into each other, and now, as he made to get up, his mind flashed back to the previous night's events.After she'd sucked him expertly for a good period of time, driving him crazy and messing with his brain with the way she'd repeatedly rolled her tongue around the tip of his cock, where it was most sensitive, and played with his balls, electrifying every inch of him, Mindi had proceeded to give him the longest, hardest ride of his life.She'd taken him raw inside her, not minding the risks of possible pregnancy, and had twerked on him, while making sure that his dick was still thrusting into her. Then, when he couldn't
“Have you ever, at any time at all, and I mean any quantity at all, been involved in the sale of drugs to clients at the club?” “No, I haven't.” “Have you ever seen drug sales going down at the club?” “No, I have not..” “Have you ever been asked to transport drugs from any location to the other by the club management?” “No, I have not..” “Have you ever hidden any drugs in your underwear or-” “What kind of stupid question is that?” Mercedes had been taken from the airport, along with Ruby and Gabi, down to a local police station where she was being questioned by Freddy, the lackadaisical, lazy, and disinterested agent. She was distressed, and it seemed her baby could also feel her tension because he hadn't stopped crying since. She was trying to pat his back and calm him down while answering the questions she'd been asked when she'd gotten sick of it. “Listen, ma'am, I'm just doing my job.. I have to ask questions, even the uncomfortable ones, because you are a major
***LOS ANGELES, USA***“1..2..3.. Now!”The Los Angeles FBI, led by Mia and Riot, had surrounded Tequila for three long hours, watching the going-ins and coming-outs, working with the intel they had gotten from Frank, the insider snitch, and confirming the things he said. Today was supposed to be the meeting of the top distributors in the cartel, which Frank had said would be where they'd discuss the way forward for their organization.This, Frank had said, was the best time to bust them, because there was going to be too much evidence to nab them with illegal gun possession, cocaine possession, prison escapees, etc. Now, at exactly 8 am, Riot had sounded a call on her walkie-talkie to signal that they were to move in at that exact time, and all the agents had come out from their various places of hiding and disguise all over the surroundings of the strip club, with their guns drawn, and we're charging towards all the entrances to the club.Leading them were Riot and Mia, the ones wh
“Gabi, can you stop acting like a girl and be a man, for God's sake?”“Hey, I'm doing this for you, quit acting like you won't wince if I went any harder,” came the response.Ruby was sitting before Gabi as he tried to clean up her face which had been messed up by her fight with Les Latinas De La Muerte at the hospital, and her face was so fucked up that it scared Gabi to Ben touch it, even with the tissue, for fear that he would hurt her or further damage her. This fear had made him keep dabbing softly and inefficiently at her face instead of wiping the blood away, and Ruby had tolerated him enough.Mercedes, sitting in the same room as them, breastfeeding Junior, looked on and smiled at them, shaking her head.She'd gotten her joy back due to two major things; one, the birth of Junior, her long-awaited bundle of joy, and two, the promise her aunt, Aylla Pedro, had made to her when he said she would try to help Gio gain his freedom again.And so, feeling good again, she was able to c
***LOS ANGELES, USA***“Sign here, Frank..”Riot and Mia had pulled the necessary strings to get the documents that would exempt Frank Gallas from any investigations into Tequila when the people involved in the drug cartel were being arrested and rounded up.They had brought him to their office and he was now seated in an interrogation room which had a long table and a few chairs.They wanted to wrap up this case as soon as possible, nipping it in the bud before it would drag into weeks, months, and possibly, years... They had been briefed on how it had started as child's play under the original handlers, and how it had spiraled and developed into a dangerous, 'playing with fire’ situation because the previous handlers had failed to grab the situation by the scruff of the neck. It had resulted in deaths and many other eventualities which could have been avoided. And so, Mia and Riot were keen on avoiding the mistakes of their predecessors.“Well, hold on, I need to peruse the document
Upstairs at the hospital, there was chaos and fear; no one could leave, either with the elevators or the staircase, because the gunfire they'd been hearing had been going on downstairs and by the gate, in the same area where they were supposed to escape from. The gunfire had gone on for about thirty minutes and even when it ceased, they didn't dare to even attempt to step out.The only thing they could do was panic.The nurses and doctors who would normally be the ones telling patients to 'calm down’ were now the ones who were near tears. Everyone was now following their religious inclinations; the Pentecostals were praying to God/Jesus, the Catholics were praying to Mary, the Muslims were beseeching Allah, and the traditionalists were shedding tears of hopelessness to their gods.Gabi was probably the most panicky of the entire bunch, and not just because he had learned that Mercedes had given birth, but because he wasn't built for such high-pressure situations. He was sweaty and unc
***LOS ANGELES, USA***Mia Compton and Riot Langston were seated in Riot's Ford truck with the fellow who had accosted them at the coffee shop and listening to what he had to say.Mia was in the backseat, while Riot, who sat in the driver's seat, kept her full stare on the man in the front passenger seat as he spoke:“My name is Frank Gallas... I worked at Tequila for many years as one of their major distributors-”“Tequila doesn't deal in wholesaling drinks, so what the fuck are you talking about, 'major distributor’?” Mia impatiently cut in, not trusting this fellow one bit.As she said this, Riot touched her hand gently, as though to say 'Calm Down’. This singular action sent shivers down Mia's spine and made her obediently seal her lips. Riot had gained such a heavy influence over her in such a short period that even she couldn't explain or justify it.“When I say I was a distributor, ma'am,” Frank continued with a half smile on his face, “I didn't mean of drinks... I mean of drug
“Where is she, you traitorous bastard?”The stony silence from Gio further incensed Don Fabrizio and caused him to nod his head towards the man with the whip, and this enforcer duly thrashed down on Gio's back with the nail-embedded whip.“Arrghhhhhh!!!”The screams from Gio's lips filled the room as he felt his flesh being ripped into by the nails and thumbtacks that had been strategically fitted into the whip to make each stroke ten times as painful as it would have been with an ordinary whip.He was chained, his two hands high above his head, and his legs just above the ground, making it very difficult for him to breathe and increase the pain because his frame was overstretched.He had been whipped well over a hundred times, and his bloodied back was a testament to this.This torture had gone on for the past three hours, and it had continued because Gio had refused to disclose Mercedes’ location.“Why do you punish yourself so much, boy? This is a woman that means nothing to you! S
After Gio had willingly sacrificed his freedom for those of Mercedes, Gabi, and Ruby, to say that Mercedes was grieving for him was a massive understatement.She hadn't stopped crying for the past three days; not even for a minute. She'd wept to a point where there were no more tears to cry, and all she was doing was whimpering; she'd cried her eyes out, nearly literally. She'd rejected food, no matter how light or heavy, and she had sat in a corner of Ruby's house, unmoved. Whatever food was brought to her would remain untouched until Ruby or Gabi would have to come and take it away before insects surrounded it.Her hair was a shabby mess, her clothes were drenched with sweat, her face was swollen by the excessive tears, and she had lost a little weight. She hadn't spoken a word to either Gabi or Ruby since then.This had taken a massive toll on Gabi and Ruby, as they couldn't sleep for long or even enjoy any peace while having to hear Mercedes crying all day and all night.Currentl
The following morning, Omari, Snyder, Paz, and Selena were at the scene on the road where the clash had happened, and they couldn't believe their eyes.“So.. Hold on, let me get this straight... On one side, one side of the car, there's a lot of blood, broken glass, spent bullets, blah blah... And then, on the other side... There's not even a shard of glass... How the fuck es something like that even happen?”Paz was confused and trying to get answers from her compatriots, even though none of them had any for her.“It makes little sense, and there are no CCTV cameras around like at the restaurant... And even if there were, looking at the lighting system and pattern of this area, it would surely have been too dark to make out any faces or sense of the images we would have seen,” Selena added.“So.. What have we been able to get from the car?” Omari asked, determined to get something, at least, from, the entire outing.“Well... There's a wallet in the car... Probably belongs to whoever