by Tranay Adams
“Don’t forget Saturday night at 9 o’clock, you and me at Silvio’s. It’s a great lil’ Italian restaurant, I’m sure you’ll love the place.”
“You got it, handsome; Silvio’s Saturday night at 9 o’clock. I’ll be ready so don’t be late” Andrea smiled and stood on the tips of her sneakers. She kissed him on the cheek and made him blush.
“I won’t.”
“Now, why don’t chu be a gentleman and help us put this piece of shit in the van out back?”
“Sure thing, toots.” Jinx tucked the banger at the small of his back.
He grabbed Franklin under his arms and Jan grabbed his ankles. They strained and struggled as they carried him out the backdoor into the alley.
“Jesus, he’s even heavier than he looks.” Jinx complained. He turned red in the face and veins rolled up his neck.
“Fucking baby elephant,” Jan added. Her face turned red and veins rolled up her neck too.
“If the De Lucci family pinches you two broads for this thing, I never met any of ya’z. Is that clear?” Jinx strained as he crossed the threshold helping with the transporting of Franklin’s big ass.
“Don’t worry. Our lips are sealed, Jinx.” Andrea zipped her lips shut with an imaginary zipper. Once Jan had gone through the door, she was walking out right behind her.
They dumped the mob boss inside of the van and went their separate ways.
****
When Franklin came to he was butt naked and disoriented. Raw steaks, links, and chicken legs hung from him like Christmas ornaments would from a tree. His vision came into focus and he looked up at a sign that read: Don’t feed the animals.
“Haa!” He gasped and his eyes bugged. Licking his lips, he swallowed the ball of nervousness inside of his throat. His stomach twisted into knots and he felt queasy. Something told him to turn around and his eyes darted to his rear. When he turned around, he found a pride of hungry lions stalking in his direction and staring him down menacingly. The huge felines growled lowly and licked their flesh tearing choppers. All he could see was the outlining of their forms being that they were partially hidden by the shadows. Their red pupils seemed to glow and strike fear inside of his heart. Feeling his dick growing hot, he looked down and a wet spot expanding at his crotch.
“Hollly, shit!” Franklin panicked. He tried to get upon his feet but ended up crashing back to the ground. When he pulled his face up from the surface it was masked by dirt and he was wincing. He wiped the dirt from his eyes and blinked. The mafia don hissed like a snake as he felt the sharp pains shoot up his ankles. Looking back, he saw that both his Achilles tendons had been severed. Throwing his head up, he found the shapes of the pride moving in the darkness preparing to pounce on him. He scrambled on the ground, clawing at the surface as he struggled to crawl away. Before he knew it he was being charged by the predatory animals and shrieking loud enough to wake up the deaf.
“Grrrrr!”
“Grrrrr!”
“Grrrrr!”
“Aaarrrh!”
Franklin screamed bloody murder as he was ripped to shreds by fangs and claws.
Andrea and Jan stood behind the guardrails watching attentively as the wild beasts had their way with Franklin. Feeling that they’d seen enough, Jan nudged Andrea and they walked off smiling, giving each other a high five.
****
Mufasa slow danced with Eleanor. The loving couple staring into each other eyes as they moved around the blue marble dance floor of the restaurant. They recalled their very first date. It had taken place many moons ago, but the night was one they were enjoying now. The two kindred souls were experiencing déjà vu and falling for each other all over again. It was beautiful.
Mufasa danced four songs straight with his wife. She wanted to go for one more, but his bum knee wouldn’t allow it so Zeus stepped in for him. The kingpin watched them from the table and took pulls from a cigar that he’d pulled from his suit. He put the cigar into his mouth and whipped out his Zippo lighter. He struck a flame and was about to burn the end. But someone clearing their throat from over his shoulder gave him pause.
“Ahem. I’m sorry, sir, but there is no smoking inside of the restaurant,” The host informed him in a thick French accent and held his wrists at his waist.
“Sorry about that, boss,” Mufasa apologized, pushing himself away from the table and making his exit.
Mufasa stood outside looking through the huge glass window of the restaurant at Eleanor dancing with Zeus as he took pulls from his cigar. When his wife looked his way and smiled, he returned the gesture and waved back. She mouthed I love you and he mouthed it back in response. He was so focused on the love of his life that he didn’t even hear the soft footfalls that landed at his rear from above. It wasn’t until he saw the panic on Eleanor and Zeus’s faces that he knew that something was terribly wrong. His eyes focused on his reflection in the window glass and they met a pair of threatening eyes that were strangely familiar to him.
****
Click!
“Shit!” baldhead cursed.
“What happened?” ponytail asked, struggling and straining to get the first boulder out of the trunk.
“Mothafucking gun jammed...wait a minute, the safety was just on.” He lifted the small lever on the gun revealing a red dot. He moved to turn the gun back on Brolic and he pounced on him, knocking him to the dock. He then bit into baldhead’s cheek, taking a chunk of flesh when he pulled back. Baldhead let go of a blood curdling shriek that didn’t sound like it could have come from a human being. You could see the bloody skeletal bone structure of his teeth and jaw.
Brolic spat out the chunk of flesh and moved to pick up baldhead’s gun. At the same time, ponytail had dropped the boulder and went to draw his gun.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
A look of surprise came over ponytail’s face. He looked down at his wounds and then back up at Brolic, eyes bulging, jaw slacked. He dropped to his knees and fell flat on his face deader than a mothafucka. His blood flowed from underneath him and seeped into the cracks of the wooden boards that made up the dock.
Brolic tore the duct-tape from his wrists with his teeth and stepped to baldhead. He found him groaning in pain and holding his face while struggling to get back upon his feet. Brolic’s face twisted into a murderous scowl as he leveled his gun with his intended victim’s skull. The wounded man had just lifted his head and laid eyes on him when he’d pulled the trigger rapidly, busting off crazy.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Chunks of the man’s dome went flying to his rear. He killed over and lay on his side with death in his eyes. Brolic was still mad dogging him with his weapon extended. Smoke rose from its barrel and evaporated into the cold air. He ran forward, and with a grunt, threw the pistol far off into the waters. Afterwards, he loaded the dead bodies into the trunk of the Crown Victoria along with the boulders and pushed it off of the dock into the dark waters. After making sure the vehicle had been swallowed by the dark waters, he ran off into the night.
****
Before Mufasa could react, Brolic pulled his head back and slit his throat. The meat of his jugular split open and blood sprayed the window glass, running down. He fell to the ground, eyes bulging and mouth moving animatedly. He lay there holding his throat as his blood coated the sidewalk. Brolic dropped a picture onto the sidewalk beside him. As his victim’s dying eyes stared up at him, he lifted his thermal revealing a tattoo across his broad chest. Taking his knife, he underlined the name going across it, Zonyai, before sheathing his blade and zip-lining back up the building. The picture he’d left laying in the kingpin’s blood was of Mufasa, Zonyai, and himself. Brolic’s face was the only one that didn’t have a red X over it.
The End
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