Mr. Goldman unlocked Sammy’s car door on the driver’s side. Nick and Goldman slammed Sammy’s body against the back door.Goldman grabbed Sammy under his chin. Sammy’s right eye was closed. Both of his cheeks were bruised, his lip was split, and his nose was a bloody mess. It looked like it was broken. Nick wouldn’t be surprised if it was. He had spit out two teeth during his lesson.“Can you hear me, Sammy?” Goldman asked like he was having a casual conversation with someone on the street.Sammy’s mouth opened. He gurgled something.“Best not to talk. Just shake your head when I ask you a question, okay?” Goldman said.Sammy nodded in Goldman’s hold.“You are not to come to this bar or this town ever again. Do you understand?” Goldman asked.Sammy nodded.“You will definitely stay away from Patty,” Goldman stated. “Do you understand?”Sammy nodded as blood dripped out of his mouth.“That’s good, Sammy,” Goldman said and got closer to his face. “Because if I, my father, my friends, the
His mother entered the bathroom like she was walking into a fast food restaurant. Was there something wrong with Patty? Goldman pressed the wash cloth wrapped in ice on the knuckles of his right hand.“Get the hell out of here, Alice,” his father said as he washed Goldman’s back. “This is the men’s john.”“I know that,” she said. “No one in here has anything I haven’t seen before.”The general’s eyebrow arched up as he smirked. It looked like he was about to say something, but he stopped himself. He took a sip of his beer.His mother looked down at the laundry bag. “I take it these are dirty clothes,” she said, picking up the bag.“Not sure if you can get those stains out, Mom,” Goldman said flatly.She smirked. “I’ve spent half my life getting stains out of your father and your brothers’ clothes – and yours. I’m sure I can pull it off.”“How’s Patty? Where is she?” Goldman asked.His mother approached him with the laundry bag in hand. She raised her free hand and caressed the pad of
Patty knew he would be surprised, but she didn’t think he’d turn stupid on her. How else could she say it? “Yes, there are two babies in there,” she said as she looked at his finger pointing at her stomach. Goldman slowly lowered his hand. “How the hell did that happen? Twins don’t run in my family.” Patty smiled. That was the exact same thing she had said when Dr. Johanson told her. “They don’t run in mine either, and I told the doctor that.” “What the fuck did she say?” Goldman asked with wide eyes. “Well,” Patty said bashfully. “Apparently, twins can be conceived if the parents have sex more than once within a twenty-four hour period.” Goldman was quiet for a moment. Patty was shocked when he burst out laughing. His laughter subsided enough to speak. “Well, I guess we better count ourselves lucky.” “Oh?” “Yeah,” he said with a big grin. “If Dr. Johanson is right a
A few months later . . . Juan Garvey sat in the Garvey’s bar with his twin cousins Jackie and Jodi. He had just made them an offer that they couldn’t refuse. “We’ll need a few days to think about it,” Jackie said and placed her hand on her grown belly. “A few days?” Jodi chimed. “How about, no.” “You girls can’t run this place anymore . . . not as is and if you change Garvey’s back to a boring bar and hotel business will nose dive. There isn’t anything here to attract tourist other than the good ole Orgy Bar,” he said with a half smirk. The twins were both pregnant and married now. They couldn’t be orgy hostesses and mothers. Even the wild clientele of Garvey’s would turn their noses up at two women who hosted orgies who had kids at home. Plus, Juan’s future cousins deserved to have a future with a clean slate. “This is a big decision,” Jodi said as she frowned. “It’s a good offer. You won’
She sat and watched her favorite old movie, Grease, on her friendly living room couch. But, something was different about the sleepover scene. Instead of seeing Olivia Newton John, she saw – herself. Yet, the girls were calling her Sandy. Then, she left the room. Rizzo started to sing, making fun of her blond hair and her inexperience. She gasped. The song blared in her ears, yet, it wasn’t the same lyrics. Sweet little thing doesn’t drink Couldn’t even if she could anyway Too much of a wuss to fight a little puss. She can’t, she’s a hopeless lay! So lousy in bed that she can’t keep up with the dead! She can’t, she sucks that bad! Can’t suck a rock much less a cock! Look at that cheesy mouth she got! Such a mouse that she lost a man to the town souse! “Shut up! Shut up!” she screamed as she sat up in her bed. Her skin was hot, her stomach churned with fur
Mindy had gotten back home around five. The Uber driver even helped her with her bags. Cindy wasn’t home, yet. Mindy paid the driver and gave him a fifteen-dollar tip since he had to drive her an hour out of his way. She carried her bags upstairs to her bedroom. She hoped her father wouldn’t be upset with her. Then again, he did say not to go over a thousand dollars. I didn’t, but I did end up spending nine-hundred and thirty-two dollars. Mindy felt a little guilty about spending that much money that wasn’t hers, but she saw so many terrific things. New stuff for her new look - no, new life. But, it wasn’t all clothes. During her return trip to the mall, she had gone into a department store. She was just going to see what kind of jewelry they had on sale, but the linens had caught her eye. When she had slept with Matthew Kirby the first time, she had been slightly embarrassed by her bedroom. It still looked like a little girl’s room. Pi
Juan’s first night as co-owner and general manager of Garvey’s was going as well as he had hoped. He had brought in a mechanical bull and had it set up on the stage next to the DJ booth. The lady who stayed on the longest by the end of the contest time, 10 p.m. to 1130 p.m., would win five hundred dollars. The only pre-requisite for the ladies was they had to ride the bull in their bra. He stood at the door with a bouncer wearing a black button down shirt with Garvey’s in cursive gold writing on the right pocket. His long, dark hair was slicked back into a ponytail with a few strands hanging over the side of his forehead. The front door opened. The red-head’s hair was long, grazing her shoulders. She wore a black form-fitting top and denim jeans. She had a sharp nose like most red heads but blue eyes. Juan has known a lot of ladies, but he had never met a red-head with the blue eyes. It was sensually unusual, but he still dismissed her. He hated red
It was ten o’clock. The DJ announced and explained the rules of the mechanical bull contests to cheers an hollers. Juan stood behind the bar as he looked over at the cozy corner he had placed his special guests. It’s a good thing he put them there because they were definitely undercover. When Juan had brought the ladies their second round and an order of wings and mozzarella sticks, he realized he met the so-called brunette before. If she hadn’t flashed that one of a kind sparkling smile he would have never remembered that she was a friend of Jodi’s and Matt’s. At the wedding she had thick, gorgeous blonde hair and wore no makeup. Her dress was a bit frumpy for her age, but she was still hot. Yet, Juan couldn’t remember her name to save his life. And he had danced with her at Jackie’s wedding, too. He had also jerked off that night in his mind’s eye image of her. Her voice from before had been light and innocent tonight. Tonight, she spoke a little deeper and s
After Juan had left, Cindy had asked Mindy to grab items to put on her Nicolette persona before they left for Phoenix. Cindy wouldn’t tell her why. She had said they were going somewhere that she needed to see and it was a surprise. Five miles outside of Phoenix, Cindy stopped the SUV at a rest area, grabbed a bag out the back, and told Mindy she had to go to the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, Cindy returned, but she didn’t look the same. Cindy had on a pile of make-up and a red-wig, and it wasn’t the red wig Mindy had given her. When Cindy got back in the car, Mindy asked what was going on and where were they going. Cindy begged her patience and assured her that everything would become clear. They were in the downtown area of Phoenix. They parked on the street. Cindy walked Mindy to a building that looked like it had glass for walls. They got on the elevator and went to the twelfth floor. There were two businesses on the floor; Grass
It was late Tuesday morning. Mindy was packing a gift basket. She was going to drop it off as she and Cindy rode out of town. Cindy wanted to go shopping in Phoenix. Of course, Mindy couldn’t afford to buy anything but she didn’t mind keeping Cindy company on her shopping trips. Cindy walked in. “Whoa,” she said as she took in the basket on the kitchen table. “That’s a big thank you.” “Well, it is from both us. Can’t have it skimpy,” Mindy said. Cindy shrugged and opened the refrigerator to retrieve a can soda. There was a knock on the back door. “Who in the world could that be?” Mindy asked. Cindy walked to the door and opened it. The man raised his head so they could see his face from under the wide brim baseball hat. “Hey, girls,” Juan greeted. “Juan, come in,” Mindy said with a smile. He darted inside and closed the door. “I parked my car two blocks away and walk
By the time Matt had found out what was going on, it was over. He and Jodi were having a hot romp in the kitchen when Patty tried to call him. He had left his cell in the living room.Two ambulances, the forensics van, two cruisers, and Williamson’s truck were outside. Matt and Jodi walked into Garvey’s bar. “Son of a bitch,” Matt sneered as he put his hands on his hips, taking it all in.Otto was taking pictures of the body on the floor. Goldman stood tall as he was taking notes while Mindy and Cindy Pandock sat at a table talking to him. Juan was sitting at the bar looking like he had never been more relieved in his life as Carter took his statement.“Oh my god,” Jodi said with a shocked look. “I’m going to check on Juan.”“All right, just don’t interfere with the questioning. I’m heading for the lobby to see what else is going on,” Matt said seriously.Jodi nodded and walked away.Matt strode to the lobby doors which were propped open. There was a body on a gurney covered by a shee
Tyrone told Juan how they had tracked Chip down in Chicago. It wasn’t hard. Chip had left a rowdy drunk trail so anyone who wanted to find him could. Tyrone described how they worked Chip over for thirty-six hours. After being beaten for that long anyone would tell what they knew. Chip had given Juan, Sam, and Zeke up. He had even told them where he hid his cut of the money. During the conversation, Tyrone had given the girls more change to play more tunes on the box. Just like before, Chavez had walked with them. When they returned, Ginger got back in the booth and Nicolette remained standing next to a table. She didn’t look as petrified as before. Tucker James had taken a seat at the table with Juan with the gun still on him. Juan guessed he got tired of standing just as much as Nicolette got tired of sitting. It wasn’t hard for Tyrone to track down Zeke either. At least Zeke didn’t lose his mind with the money. He was enjoying a comf
Juan had gotten Tyrone to chat a little. He got detailed about how Sam suffered before he died to Juan, Nicolette, and Ginger’s horror. Tucker even had the nerve to say that at least Sam wasn’t a rat - if it was any consolation to Juan. Now, he was talking to the girls as Nod Ya Head by Will Smith played on the jukebox. Chavez was bobbing his head to the song. “Are you two sisters?” Tyrone asked. “You look like you’re related.” “Cousins,” Nicolette choked out. “Ah,” Tyrone said with understanding. “It’s shame we didn’t meet under different circumstances. You two are cute. Oh, well, back to our friend Juan. So, Juan, where the hell is my twenty million dollars?” Mindy and Cindy’s eyes bugled. “I’ll tell you, but I have to know something first,” Juan said. “Yeah, what’s that?” Tucker said and put the barrel of the gun to Juan’s temple. “How’d you figure out it was us?” Juan asked ask he foug
Tucker had Juan sit down in a chair out on the bar floor. The silence made the situation more terrifying. Tucker pointed his pistol at his chest. How the hell did they figure out it was us? “Ladies, do you want to listen to some music,” Tyrone asked. “Huh?” Ginger said. “Music,” Tyrone repeated. “No reason for the situation to be unpleasant for you because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. What kind of music do you girls like?” Nicolette shrugged stiffly. “Some country and . . . I just started to listen to some hip hop lately.” “Okay,” Tyrone said as he nodded his approval. “What about you, babe?” he asked Ginger. “Same including R&B,” she answered. Tyrone dug into his pocket and pulled out some change. He took Ginger’s hand and placed the change in it. “Play some hip hop. I don’t like country music – oh, and no Eminem, Justin Bieber, or Justin Timberlake. I hate t
It was Sunday morning, and Juan was feeling pretty good despite what had happened last Sunday. No one in town or the surrounding areas knew about Sam being found dead at the hotel, which surprised Juan because he was sure the EMTs would have talked, but it didn’t seem like they had. Juan just thanked his lucky stars.Matt and his team were still working on Sam’s case. Forensics believed Sam’s death was an accident per cloth fibers that were found on his body and the ice bucket bag. Matt tended to agree based on the staff statements and security camera footage from the lobby and exit doors down stairs. He did have Juan come in to look at some of the footage that Matt found suspicious. Juan identified the two blondes Sam had been with. They had appeared to be in a hurry and they went out the side door exit. Juan only knew their first names. Matt had put in the Arizona state police database that they were wanted for questioning, but he didn’t suspect them of foul play. Sam’s valuables ha
Monday afternoon, Juan prepared himself for the verbal assault as he settled in the office with Jodi and Jackie. He had asked Matt not tell the twins about Sam Ellis. Matt had said that it should come from Juan since they still own a part of the business, so they had a right to know. Juan didn’t want them to know because he knew they would blame him somehow. Sam was Juan’s friend not some random guest off the highway. In the end, Juan had refused to call them about it and told Matt to do what he felt was right in regards to informing the twins. “What’s up?” Juan asked. “I think you know what’s up,” Jackie said. “Jackie, what happened yesterday couldn’t be avoided. I don’t know how you think I could have prevented -” Juan began. “Of course, you couldn’t stop it,” Jackie interrupted. “We came here to see how you were and how we can help.” “Yeah. You can’t stop someone who really wants to kill themselves – or partici
The forensics team combed the room over while Matt and Juan waited in a room across the hall, so Matt could take Juan’s official statement. Both room doors were propped open. Otto was able to just walk a few feet to give Matt immediate need to know information.Matt noted Sam’s license information on a pad so his license could stay in an evidence bag. Sam had one suitcase filled with clothes, normal toiletries in the bathroom, a bottle of aspirin, a hundred and fifty dollars in his wallet, a paper bag with eight thousand four and thirty dollars in it, no credit cards, a cell phone, a photo of a woman, a man, and three girls, a key chain with a car key, two regular keys, and a lock key, and a few business cards.“Do you know why he had so much cash on him?” Matt asked.“Sam still lived the life of a drifter,” Juan said. “Plus, he liked casinos. He stopped at a couple in Arizona before he came here. Probably had a good run.” “Hmm,” Matt mused. “Yeah, but to keep that much cash in your