Wreaking Havoc

by Angel Steel

  “I can’t make it tonight, Shelia,” Zane says into the phone. I stop where I am. “I know what I said. Okay, fuck!” he growls, leaning against the wall.

  I know what was between us was sex, but come on! Why would I think he was single? Look at him. Of course, he has a girlfriend or possibly even a wife. Shit! Now I felt sick to my stomach. I’ve never in my life slept with someone if I knew they were in a relationship. I wasn’t like that at all. But I’d done that, now.

  Asshole!

  He should’ve said something. Fuck! I should’ve asked before my hormones took over my body completely wanting him.

  “I’ll see you when I can, okay?” Zane answers into the phone.

  I didn’t realize I was standing directly behind him now. He shifts from the wall and turns around facing me. I freeze when he spots me standing there.

  “Shit, I’ll call you back, Shelia,” he says then disconnects the line.

  “How long have you been standing there?” Zane asks me as he takes a step in my direction, never once taking his eyes from me.

  “Who is Shelia?”

  “She’s no one, Amelia,” he answers rubbing the back of his neck.

  I take a step back away from him. “You’re with her aren’t you?”

  “Amelia,” he groans my name.

  “How could you sleep with me if you’re with someone else, Zane?” I ask a little hurt. “Why didn’t I see it?” I tell myself and lean against the wall. “Why didn’t you say something before we slept together?” I whisper. How did I allow all this to happen? I was blinded by him. He worked his way inside of me quicker than anyone I’ve previously known. Shaking my head, pushing off from the wall, I face away from him, not wanting to show him how hurt I am from overhearing his conversation. I feel stupid for not asking in the first place, if he was with someone. Kicking myself inside, I take a step to leave, but Zane reaches for my arm and holds on, stopping me. I can’t face him, after what we’ve shared together and now knowing he has someone waiting at home for him. I was starting to feel ill to my stomach. I just slept with someone else’s man.

  Oh, my God!

  I slap my hand over my mouth and swallow, holding down the bile that’s sitting in my throat ready to explode from my mouth. I’m a home wrecker! Tears begin to form in my eyes. I just destroyed someone’s happiness, someone’s life. I pull my arm free from Zane’s hand and take off running away from him. I slam the back door open and run toward my truck.

  “Amelia,” Zane shouts from behind me. I can hear each crunch of his boots on the gravel as he gains on me. I rip the driver’s door open and frantically climb in, slamming the door and locking it. My hand shakes as I try sliding the keys into the ignition. I take a deep breath and try again. I scream out as Zane pounds on my window while he shouts my name again, “Amelia.” I turn the key and breathe freely as the V8 engine roars to life. Zane grabs hold of the door handle, trying to open it. I swipe at my face, wiping the tears away from my eyes, clearing my sight to drive. I shake slightly at Zane’s voice, “Come on, Amelia. You can’t leave like this,” he says through the window, as he continues to pound on it. I don’t reply and slam my truck into first gear. With my foot flat to the floor, I take off and don’t look back. My tires screech out of the carpark as a large cloud of smoke follows as I turn right out of the driveway.

  Changing back down into third gear, I turn left down Walter’s Drive, heading away from the shop. How could I have been so bloody stupid? I wasn’t thinking with my head around him. And it wasn’t my heart either. It was my damn pussy that wanted him. Every time I am around him, she purrs for him. Wants to rub herself against him, then turning and offering her complete submission to him. Wanting to be marked by him. Then marking him with her scent, marking them as one!

  The only time I think with that part of my body and I screw up bad. I should’ve asked. Fuck! I should’ve at least told him I was single, but when we were together that conversation never came up. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, I indicate left and wait for the lights to turn green. I glance around. I’m the only one sitting at the lights and the sky is a dark gray with a tiny amount of light covering the road in front of me. There isn’t much traffic at night unless something big was happening in town.

  The traffic light flashes green and I turn around the corner. I flick on my high beams as I descend down the unlit road. I have to think how to fix this. Maybe once he tells his partner that we slept together, I’ll tell her I didn’t know he was with anyone, which was the truth, but I should’ve asked. And really I wouldn’t fall for that if it had ever happened to me in reverse.

  I see red park lights flashing ahead of me. Turning my high beams off and slowing my speed, I notice a sedan parked off the road with someone standing out to the side flagging me down. Lifting my foot from the pedal and breaking, I stop by the car and watch as a man walks in front of my truck. Hitting the button, I bring my window down a little.

  “Oh, my God. Thank you so much for stopping. I thought I was going to be left here stranded all night,” the guy states in a high voice and laughs. Grinning, a little relieved that the man was happily gay, I turn the engine off, remove my belt, open the door and jump down.

  “What happened?” I ask as I round the front of his car with him following on behind.

  “I don’t know. One minute I was driving along fine and the next a red light flashed on the dash and the engine died straight away,” he tells me standing beside me.

  I lean over slightly seeing if I can see anything wrong. I only know the basics, so I didn’t know what I was looking for – I had no idea. The guy shifts closer into me and leans in too.

  “Have you tried turning the motor over again?” I ask and stand back up.

  “I’ll do it now,” he jogs off.

  Leaning over again, I hear the door creak and then the ticking of the motor trying to turn over. The light to my left shifts slightly and I stand up slowly.

  “Have you wiggled the spark plugs, that seems—”

  I look toward the body standing to my left and notice it isn’t the driver that I’d stopped for.

  Whoever it was in front of me moves quickly and before I can scream out, a hand slaps over my mouth. I kick out trying to dislodge them, but it only makes them tighten their grip. I’m spun around and an arm snakes around me, dragging me away from the car, as the hand over my mouth pushes something against my lips. I shake my head trying to shake his hand, but that only has him covering my nose as well making it extremely hard to breath. My struggle begins to die down. He shifts my weight against his as we back further away from the car, and whatever’s in his hand that I’m now breathing in, is working.

  My eyes start to droop and my body’s going limp. I’m lifted and thrown over someone’s shoulders. The lights in front suddenly disappear from sight. I drop my head down defeated as my body shuts down unknowing what’s happening. A door opens as the man’s footsteps stop and I’m thrown onto something hard. I groan out from the impact and lift my eyes to the shadow standing at the door. Before everything goes black, motionless, I hear someone say, “She’s definitely the one.” Complete blackness consumes me as they laugh.

  Shit! She wasn’t meant to hear my conversation with Shelia. She wasn’t even supposed to be here. Everyone had knocked off at 4:00 p.m., as they were told, and the only one I knew that was still here was Chopper. I was on my way to place a bug on his main phone line, so we could do voice recognition on all the calls that came through to the shop. Chopper was out the front keeping an eye out, the back door locked tight so no one could come in that way. I made my way to the back of the shop. I wasn’t expecting Shelia to ring me and say I had to come in. I also wasn’t prepared to find Amelia standing behind me, as I yelled at Shelia.

  Now she thinks I am with someone. I’m not meant to tell her the real reason why I’m here, no matter the situation, but the closer I get to her, the more intel my team will find out. We need everything we can get our hands on. So the on
ly thing I can do right now is to go see Shelia, then find Amelia and explain who Shelia is. I’m prepared to tell Amelia that Shelia is my sister, but the way Amelia is she won’t believe it, so it’s come down to explaining at least some of the truth. I don’t know exactly what I’m going to say to her, but I will think it over and come up with an answer soon.

  First, I need to arrive at base and see why I’ve been summoned.

  Three hours later I leave the compound in Tank’s truck as we approach our destination. We’ve waited all week expecting Carlos’ call and finally it arrived. We were one step closer to bringing him down and tonight it was happening. No one had ever seen Carlos, unless you were one of his top ranking men, and tonight something bigger than normal was happening. Hence the reason we are all meeting him face to face. Tank took a sharp left heading through town, following the road to the old warehouse at the end of the street. Masen ordered the whole team to come in to help take Carlos out. Four SUV’s surrounded the warehouse, not giving Carlos any way of escaping. Of course, that is if it is the Carlos we’re after.

  Masen stationed west facing the warehouse. My team has already set up, waiting for us to arrive and go in. I tap my ear, “Eagle Eye, do you copy?” Testing my receiver.

  “Black Hawk, copy loud and clear,” Masen’s voice echoes in my ear.

  We pull to a halt, and all jump out and walk over toward the door.

  “All clear, Black Hawk,” Masen says.

  Rosko opens the door and we all move inside. I shift forward in front of them and stop when I see a group of men at the back of the warehouse. There’s one guy that stands out from the rest, the freshly pressed dark grey suit, the crisp white shirt under the jacket, the gold watch band glistening in the light in the room, all over it screams expensive, telling me that he is the man of the hour. Both Rosko and Tank stop beside me as we glance between each other.

  My heart is pounding as I stand motionless while the man in the suit grins evilly at me. Each call was the same, a money run, but Carlos was never there when we were given the details and we were always forced to deal with his henchmen. Now was different, this was something more. It pissed me off watching Carlos standing in front of me with that damn look over his face. I was glad I wasn’t the only one standing here in this dark room waiting for the unexpected to happen.

  Tank is standing to my right as Rosko stands to my left. I’m holding it together as much as I can. This whole situation is screwed up. All I want to do is to bring Carlos down and his whole damn gang. But I can’t do it right now, I need confirmation that Carlos is the guy we’re after. The tiny ear piece in my ear beeps letting me know that Masen was on the other end and could hear our conversation.

  I rub my thumb over my thigh signaling to the men beside me that we were on. Carlos walks over and stands under the only light in the room. His armed men stood all around him, guns locked and loaded. As I look around the dump of a warehouse that we were all standing in, the only thing that I notice is the light that keeps flickering on and off, and it’s getting on my last nerve.

  “Masters, I have to say, seeing you here is a shock,” Carlos says as he rubs over his chin.

  “Why would it be a shock, Carlos, you knew I wanted in on this.” It was partly the truth as to why I was here. Rosko started to twitch beside me. We had to get this done now or the shit was about to hit the fan and all hell would break lose.

  “I’m a little surprised that you survived this long, Masters. But it doesn’t matter now, I’m sure that will happen soon enough.” Carlos laughs. That fucking wasn’t happening, even on my last breath, Carlos was going down and so was his fucking gang.

  “Cut the shit, Carlos. Why did you call for us to meet you here?” The fucker was pissing me off. I was barely holding it together, and all I wanted to do was end Carlos’ evil sadist life before he ruined any more lives that came into contact with him. Rosko was obviously thinking the same thing as I notice his hands starting to move over his thigh.

  Hold it together man! I told myself.

  “I have a run coming up for you and your men. I need the sweets delivered to Marco’s garage in two days,” Carlos tells me as he walks across to a small room in the warehouse.

  “How many are we carrying?” I ask curiously as to why he was moving nearer to the room on the left.

  “You only need to know where to take the goods, Masters.”

  I was getting frustrated with this shit. I needed evidence that this was the right guy standing in the same fucking room as us, so we could bring his ass down. Carlos comes back into view with a smile covering his lips. There’s something different about his smile, and the posture of his body indicates something’s about to happen.

  “You found me Carlos, not the other way around. So if you want me to do this trade, I want to know how many and what the fuck I’m carrying,” I growl out.

  Carlos technically didn’t find me, I made sure that he did and that I was in the right place at the right time for it to happen.

  Carlos’ eyes narrow at me as I stand my ground. If he wanted me dead, I’d be that now, but he needed me. “If it wasn’t for the fact that you deliver on time and haven’t given me shit until now, you’d be dead, Masters.”

  I already knew that, asshole!

  He motions to the guy at his left, he nods and walks over to the room and enters. Moments later he returns with several bags and drops them at Carlos’ feet and then stands beside him. Carlos leans down, picks one of the black bags up and moves over to the single table and places the bag on it.

  I look to Rosko and Tank and all three of us wander over and stop in front of him. “This is what you will be taking,” Carlos says as he rips the bag open.

  Drugs!

  A shitload of drugs. Fuck! The last several runs that we did for him were money. The last run, which was only a week ago, consisted of $1.2 million and was transported across the state line.

  This was the intel that I needed right now. Rubbing over the side of my ear activating the tiny camera located in the top button of my shirt, I knew both Rosko and Tank were doing the same, so Masen would have every aspect of visual that we have right now.

  Carlos removes a brick and pulls a knife from his pocket and makes a small incision in the top of it, pulling the black wrapping to the side, then showing us the bright white powder. I hate fucking drugs.

  Rosko moves up beside me and nudges my arm when he stops still. The moment he does, Masen’s voice comes over the ear piece. “Facial recognition has been confirmed –Carlos Eichmann is Carlos Rowe. We need him alive men. Get the product and Carlos out clean.”

  I tap my foot three times letting both Rosko and Tank know it’s time to bring Carlos in. First thing we need to do is to eliminate his rookies then get themselves and Carlos out with minimal damage to the building.

  The knife Carlos is holding is held out in front of me. “I suggest since you are taking this across state lines you try the product before it hits the streets.” It isn’t a question, it’s an order. There’s no fucking way I’m getting any of that shit in my system.

  No fucking way in hell!

  I have to pretend that I’m at least taking it though, or my damn cover will be blown. Before we walked into the warehouse, Masen handed over small clear device and told us to slide it up one nostril in case Carlos asked us to try anything. I’m grateful right now as I lean over and pick up the twenty dollar bill that’s rolled up and waiting for us to try it out. There are no lines lined up. I’m going to pull straight from the package which eases my tension a little. Pushing the rolled bill up my left nostril, I pinch the other side closed and pull in a hard breath through the only nostril open. I count to five and stop the pull and stand back up wiping my nose and dropping the bill to the table. Shaking my head a little to show that whatever I just pretended to snort was having an effect over me.

  Carlos’ laughter echoes toward me. Turning and facing him. “I honestly didn’t think you’d do that, Masters.” He continues t
o laugh while I wipe under my nose yet again.

  I glance over at Rosko then Tank; their eyes are trained on Carlos. Lifting my hand up that I used to hold the bill, I slip my finger into my mouth and taste the white powder that I’d gotten on it. Swirling the salvia around in my mouth trying to get some kind of taste as to what was in the brick.

  Nothing. It was tasteless. No after taste. No hint of anything. Shit! It could be anything. Several drugs had no taste, no smell either. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what it was. It could be anything, which wasn’t good at all.

  “How you feeling, Master?” Carlos asks from across the small table.

  “Peachy,” I mumble. The only thing I’m feeling right now was the urge to kill Carlos.

  The same guy that retrieved the bags picks them up from Carlos’ feet and walks over and drops all the bags down in front of me. Both Rosko and Tank step forward and pick them up and then step back, ready to get the hell out of this shithole.

  “Great doing business with you, Carlos. You’ll hear from me in two days once the drop has been made,” I say and then turn my back to him and begin to walk toward the exit, showing him that we were leaving, but we aren’t.

  “There’s one more thing, Masters,” Carlos calls out behind me.