No Room for Mercy (36 page)

“We be in. Won’t you set us up with some hot Mexican
pussy when we come down?”

“We can swing that, pa-pi,” Desiree said as she got up
and sat in Carmella’s lap. “But the birthday girl and her
host is most certainly off limits.”

Q-man just stared at the two women as he rolled a blunt. They were
all out sexy, but the way they swung kept them just out of reach.
“Give me a show,” he said, deciding to try his luck.

Carmella laughed and leaned forward and tongued Desiree hard. “How
much are you willing to pay, Q-man?” she then asked as she
backed away laughing.

“Shiit, we got all this champagne and weed sponsored by my ass
and we just kicking back celebrating another victory. Come on, show a
man some action,” Q-man said as he leaned back, took a toke and
gripped the crotch on his baggy jeans.

Carmella was an exhibitionist at heart. She loved people watching her
have sex. “I do something, just a little something for you
Q-man, because I like your style,” she said as she patted her
Desiree’s ass to get her to ease up from her lap. Carmella then
stood and pulled up her white all-in-one dress, revealing her
bald-shaven vagina as she wore no panties, and spread her pussy lips.
“Lick my clit, Desi,” she said sexily as Q-man stood and
blew her a shotgun.

While going down on Carmella, Desiree tugged on the zipper of Q-man’s
jeans. “I wanna taste this, Carmella. Can I taste this?”
Desiree pleaded.

“She’s feeling frisky, Bahdoon,” Carmella said
through a smile. “You’re in luck, amigo. Let’s all
undress and go to the Jacuzzi then if we’re going to do this
thing.”

“That’s that shit I’m talking about,” Q-man
said as he grabbed the weed, a couple of bottles of champagne and
followed Carmella and Desiree towards the Jacuzzi in the master
bedroom, where the three would spend a great portion of the day
smoking, drinking and sexing.

*******

Eighteen year-old Bena Holland was out on the southern portion of the
Holland Ranch with a Nikon D70 camera with a telephoto zoom in lens.
She was taking pictures of the land her mother was attempting to
purchase as Walee, Spoonie and Tyke milled around in the canal down
below.

It was now late September of 2003, a couple of weeks after Asa
Spade’s club had been set ablaze. A week earlier, Finland
Xavier had traveled to Seattle and met up with Asa Spade and JunJie
and had been handed down another contract on a woman by the name of
Desiree Abbandando. Asa Spade had tried to kill the woman himself
shortly after his club was burned, but he couldn’t get close to
Desiree, who was now being guarded by several men who were only known
as the Somalis.

Asa Spade was the type of man who went after the head of the snake,
and as far as he knew, Desiree was at the helm of the crew he was
fighting against. Asa never understood the fact that it was someone
behind Desiree who was actually pulling the strings, however, but the
job was now in the hands of the Chicago Gang, a crew of professional
killers who were unknowingly on the verge of exposing Carmella and
bringing the on-going war to end once and for all.

Bay continued snapping away with her camera until she ran out of film
and returned to Ponderosa. She entered a dark room she had set up
where the film was slowly developed and the pictures were hung out to
dry. The photos were okay, but there was room for improvement in
areas of focus was Bay’s assessment.

Tiva Holland, meanwhile, was out behind the stockyards practicing
shooting targets as Kimi and Koko milled around, occasionally firing
off a twelve gauge shot gun. T-top was to take the shot on Desiree
during the hit, a shot in which she couldn’t miss because
Desiree would surely go into hiding once more. Five-hundred thousand
dollars was on the line for the crew so accuracy was of the utmost
importance.

Bay and Tiva practiced the remainder of the month, Bay learning to
use the camera, and T-top honing her shooting skills, and by the
second week of October, they were satisfied that they were ready for
their next job. They left a week before Halloween under the guise of
heading to Chicago to help their father with his warehouse business,
but they’d actually met up with Dawk and Junior in Denver to
complete their job.

The first few nights were unsuccessful. Desiree wasn’t on the
scene outside of
Glitz
and going into the club for further
surveillance was too risky. The crew regrouped and emerged on the
fourth night and snow began falling, a heavy snow that was to be
expected, but unwelcomed nonetheless. When Desiree finally appeared,
she was surrounded by the Somalis and two unknown women as she
approached the front entrance to the club.

“Okay, ladies,” Junior said lowly as he started the F-150
the crew was riding in, “our mark is on the premises, so go do
your thing. We got you covered down here on the ground.”

Bay and Tiva exited the vehicle that was parked in an alleyway across
the street and down the block from the corner from the club and
climbed snow-covered ladder that led to the roof of a small dentistry
that gave them a perfect vantage point to see their mark. Dressed in
all black leather, including black trench coats and leather boots,
the twins crept across the snow-covered roof and headed for the
building’s ledge where Tiva set up her bi-pod and the two lay
in wait.

Back inside
Glitz
, Desiree was having the time of her life.
She’d been treated like a queen by Carmella, the two drinking
the best of champagne and partying with the crowd in celebration of
Desiree’s twenty-eighth birthday. The two had worked themselves
up into a sexual frenzy atop their balcony overlooking the shark tank
and the club, and soon had to escort partygoers from the loft in
order to be alone.

“Come on, people,” Carmella yelled over the music as she
walked towards the double doors. “You can finish partying
downstairs!”

“I know what’s about to happen. Can me and my boys stay
and watch?” Q-man asked, reminiscing about the time he’d
spent with the two woman the previous month.

“Q-man, you leave with everybody else. Take your boys with
you,” Carmella said through laughter. “This is our time.”

“You said you was gone hook a brother with some of that Spanish
cat, though.”

“All them senoritas down there? You better put your game face
on and go fuck somebody!” Carmella snapped as she escorted
Q-man and his crew towards the doors leading to the balcony.

Once Carmella locked the door leading to the balcony, she and Desiree
moved towards the office, gripping and kissing one another hungrily
as they entered the room. Desiree leaned up against the large desk,
stripped and walked seductively towards Carmella, who was sitting on
the soft leather couch inside the cozy domain. Desiree then began
purring and meowing like a hungry cat as she sunk to her knees in the
middle of the floor. She looked sexy to Carmella, her dark eyes
boring into her skull, her taut ass swaying side to side and her pert
breast with hardened nipples sitting up close to her body as she
crawled over to her lover.

Carmella held her legs wide and tilted her ass up. “Kiss me all
over my little kitten. God, I love this little game we play,”
she moaned just before Desiree extended her tongue and dove straight
into Carmella’s vagina and began sucking hard.

Carmella placed her arms inside her thighs, holding them up in the
air as she bounced up and down. Desiree tongue-fucked Carmella’s
vagina relentlessly, moaning in delight, happy to be servicing her
lover. Carmella soon began rolling Desiree’s head and she
quickly got the message and rolled her entire face over Carmella’s
vagina causing Carmella to begin thrusting her hips up and down.

“You want me to fuck your face, Desi? There, I’m fucking
your face! How’s it feel, baby?”

Desiree called out to Carmella, moaning her name before rising up
from between her thighs and the two women locked lips, Carmella
tasting her own juices on Desiree’s tongue. Desiree then stood
up and Carmella turned her around and smacked her ass hard and bent
her at the waist, positioning her over the couch. She licked Desiree
from behind for several minutes and backed away from her and stood
up.

“
Tengo una buen
cumpleaños sorpresa para ti, nena
.”
(I have a nice birthday surprise for you, baby.) Carmella said as she
reached under the couch and pulled out a strap-on dildo. She ordered
Desiree to remain with her ass in the air and hands planted to the
sofa as she garnished the sex toy.

Carmella stepped forth and rubbed Desiree’s back gently as she
slid the huge dildo into her moistened vagina and began to slowly
piston in and out. She leaned back and looked down and could see
Desiree’s tight pink vaginal lips being pulled back and pushed
in by her dildo as she stroked her and the sight was driving her
wild. Before long, Carmella was fucking Desiree like a woman
possessed as she smacked her ass cheeks. She stroked her for all she
was worth while working up a sweat, fucking Desiree as if the
strap-on she wore was a real penis.

“
Por favor, cariño,
me llevas que no.”
(
Please
baby, you wearing me out I can’t.) Desiree moaned deeply, her
mouth hanging open and her hair now in disarray as Carmella took her
from behind.

“I’m right there. I, going to fuck you until I come,”
Carmella grunted through closed eyes as she pummeled Desiree. “Come
with me, Desi,” she moaned as her face contorted. “I’m
fucking coming. I’m coming!”

Desiree moaned and began throwing her hips back at Carmella. “
Cógeme
fuerte! Es difícil!”
(Fuck
me hard! Fuck it!) Desiree yelled like a woman possessed.

Carmella threw her head back, arched her back, and let go of a loud
guttural groan as her entire body began convulsing. Both women
collapsed beside one another in complete satisfaction.

Desiree turned over, pulled Carmella on top of her and the two kissed
passionately. “I can’t move no further, Carmella. You
make me feel so good, ma-mi!” Desiree said with a chuckle.

“I think I love you, my little kitten.” Carmella remarked
through panting breath as she smiled.

“Where’d you get that dildo?”

“Bought it earlier today.”

“I was surprised—but I liked it. Will you fuck me again
later, please?”

“You don’t have to ask, Desiree,” Carmella said
lovingly. “Letss shower and mingle some more downstairs.”
she ended.

*******

“What’s the deal over in the Lou?” Q-man asked
Toodie as two sat at the bar drinking Coronas and chasing it with
Patron on the first floor of
Glitz
.

“We chilling. Since Phoebe died ain’t been much.”

“I know you ain’t gone let them folks over in Saint
Charles get away with killing your sister.”

“It ain’t like we ain’t be trying, Q-man. Since
that lick we pulled over there them mutherfuckas been hard to get
next to.”

“You know what you gotta do, right?”

“What I gotta do?”

“You need to see if you can get somebody to flip. Find a weak
mutherfucka out they crew and get ‘em to give you something you
can use.”

“They ain’t going for that play. That crew is jam tight.”

“What I do know about that click is the fact that they have a
structure. They put people in position of power.”

“That’s why I say ain’t nobody over there going for
that shit.”

“See? That’s where you wrong,” Q-man said as he lit
up a Black & Mild cigar over 50 Cent’s song
In Da Club
.
“When a crew have bosses? It’s always somebody jealous
looking to move somebody out of position. Just something to think
about. So, you gone let a real nigga get that pussy tonight or what?”

“We have bosses in our crew, too, Q-man,” Toodie said
over the music as she poured herself another shot of tequila. “I
appreciate your insight and all, but as far as pussy is concerned?
The bosses in this crew don’t rock like that.”

“Some of y’all do.” Q-man said as he reached over
and poured himself a shot of Patron.

Toodie downed her shot glass of tequila and laughed lowly. “They
made you sip champagne outta both of they ass cracks in that Jacuzzi.
Sat they pussy on your face and came in your mouth back to back so
don’t think you that mutherfucka that’s gettin’
pussy on the slick and gone run through the whole crew. This may be a
man’s game, but the women is running everything,” she
said as she took the Black & Mild cigar from Q-man’s lips
and took a puff. “Hmm,” she said as she looked at the tip
of the cigar and frowned, “this taste like asshole.”

“How the fuck you know how it taste then?” Q-man asked as
Toodie got up from her bar stool.

“Dueces!” Toodie ended as she disappeared into the crowd.

“Carmella ain’t have to tell a man business like that, my
dudes.” Q-man told his cohorts, who were laughing over Toodie’s
last remark. “Well, at least I fucked the bitches,” he
spat in defense of himself.

*******

Fireworks were bursting into the cold air as
Club Glitz
began
emptying out at 2:30 in the morning. Junior and Dawk sat watching the
festivities from the F-150 as clubbers exited the building and stood
out in the street and on the curb looking up into the air. The
Hispanics knew how to throw a party in their eyes. The club had
stayed pack even though it was a crisp twenty-three degrees out.

“This guy Asa Spade says there may be more people involved in
this thing you know?” Junior told Dawk.

“I know. It has to be more people than just the ones we know
of. This crew here nearly shut that man entire operation down from
what I hear.” Dawk replied as he watched the crowd spill out
into the area in front of the club.