by Silk White
The team of four went down like Dominos, all weeping in pain and agony. Angela knew that all four of the S.W.A.T. members wore heavy body armor so the chances of them dying were slim. Angela dropped the machine gun down to the floor and quickly picked up the 9mm and stuck it down into the small of her back. Knowing that time wasn’t on her side, Angela moved quickly. She ran over towards the sink and hopped up on top of it. Standing up on her tippy toes Angela reached up and pushed in the thin ceiling that was made of sheetrock. She moved it to the side and pulled herself up into the ceiling. Once up in the ceiling, she quickly placed the tiled sheetrock square back in place just as The Gladiator and more S.W.A.T. members entered into the restaurants kitchen.
The Gladiator spotted four S.W.A.T. members sprawled out across the tiled floor. He and his team of S.W.A.T. members eased their way over towards the wounded soldiers. The Gladiator looked down at one of the wounded soldiers and the soldier quickly pointed up towards the ceiling. The Gladiator looked up towards the ceiling and then back down at his soldier and gave him a head nod.
The Gladiator slung his M-16 over his muscled shoulder, moved over towards the sink, stepped up, and effortlessly removed the thin square of Sheetrock. Without thinking twice, he hopped up into the ceiling and removed a small flashlight from his gear and continued on with his hunt.
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James strolled cautiously through the carpeted hallway with a half scared and half nervous look on his face. All throughout the building he had been hearing loud gun fire. James wasn’t sure what was going on, but he definitely knew that Angela had something to do with the shots being fired. At first he was a little worried about Angela’s safety, but after giving it some more thought he wondered if he should be more worried about the other people’s safety.
As James strolled down the hall, he heard a noise coming from one of the rooms. The sound of one of the room doors slowly squeaking open caused him to stop and point his .45 at the door. A teenage boy and girl slowly eased out of the room with their hands up in the form of surrender.
James breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that kids occupied the room. “What are y’all doing in there?” he barked. “The whole building has been evacuated.”
“Sorry,” the teenage boy murmured. “We heard gun shots… And… I… I just figured it…. Would… Be…. Best to just… You know… Stay in the room.”
“Get up outta here,” James shouted. “Where are your parents anyway?”
The teenage boy looked up and said, “Downstairs at the hotel’s restaurant.”
“Aight y’all get up out of here.” Just as the words left James mouth, several S.W.A.T. members rounded the corner with the quietness of a snake. The only reason James noticed the S.W.A.T. members was because their black outfits caught the corner of his eye. Immediately several infrared beams appeared on his chest and face. James immediately raised his hands in surrender and swiftly stepped in front of the teenage couple. He slowly reached for his badge and presented it.
“Drop your weapon and lay face down on the floor!” One of the S.W.A.T. members ordered with their guns trained on the trio.
“Do what they say,” James whispered to the teenagers as he laid face down on the carpet. He looked up from the floor as the S.W.A.T. team inched their way towards him and the teenagers.
Then loud shots came from up above in the ceiling. Bullets tore through the ceiling and found homes in the S.W.A.T. members. James watched in amazement as each one of the S.W.A.T. members all dropped one by one. Each S.W.A.T. member lay dead on the carpeted hallway floor, all but one. The last soldier standing quickly raised his machine gun up at the ceiling, pulled down on the trigger, and sent a series of shots up into the ceiling. While the soldier fired up into the ceiling, Angela silently dropped down from the ceiling dropping directly behind the last remaining soldier.
Before the soldier even knew what was going on, his head exploded right before James and the teenage couple’s eyes. The soldier’s body slowly dropped face first down to the floor and behind him stood Angela. Specs of blood covered her face and a smoking pistol rested in her hand. Angela tossed the hand gun down to the floor and picked up one of the dead S.W.A.T. members machine gun.
Angela looked up at James and said, “We have to get out of here.” Her eyes quickly went from James to the teenage couple. “Where did they come from?”
James shrugged. “I don’t know. They came out one of those rooms.”
Angela gave the teenage couple a stern look. “You kids get up outta here…. Now!”
James watched as the two teenage kids quickly scampered down the hallway and then disappeared behind the staircase door. Before James could say another word, a strong diesel body building looking white man dropped down from the ceiling with an M-16 in his hands. Standing there stuck like a deer caught in front of head lights, James didn’t even feel Angela tackle him inside the room that the teenagers had came out of just as the sound of an M-16 rifle erupted. Holes the size of golf balls decorated the door and walls.
The Gladiator aimed his M-16 at the location he calculated that Angela would be and squeezed down on the trigger sending bullets through the walls. The Gladiator also knew that the sound of his M-16 being fired would lead the rest of the S.W.A.T. members to his location. Once all the smoke cleared, The Gladiator took cautious steps over towards the door. He placed his back up against the wall and on a silent count of three he peeked his head around the corner. As soon as The Gladiator’s head inched around the corner, the sound of a machine gun being fired could be heard. The Gladiator jerked his head back in the neck of time. He could hear and feel the bullets whizz pass his head.
The Gladiator was a warrior and lived for moments and situations like this. Without hesitation, he removed a grenade from off of his vest, removed the pin with his teeth, and then tossed the grenade inside the room. Seconds later a loud explosion erupted and shook the entire floor. The Gladiator then quickly entered the room. The old bang and flash attack was the format that he’d been using for years.
The Gladiator rushed inside the room and stopped when he came across a male’s body. From the looks of things the man that lay before him was still alive. Before The Gladiator could put a bullet in the back of the man’s head, a powerful kick to his face staggered him. The Gladiator went to raise his M-16, but a sharp blade cut into his wrist down to the bone causing him to lose the grip on his M-16. The room was still smoky and made it hard for The Gladiator to see. Out the corner of his eye he saw something glistening moving at a fast speed coming towards his face. The Gladiator easily blocked Angela’s knife strike, and then landed a powerful punch to Angela’s mid-section. The impact from the punch sent Angela stumbling backwards. Once Angela regrouped, she stood up with a four inch blade in her hand and a no nonsense look on her face.
A smirk danced on The Gladiator’s face as he removed a huge hunting knife that glistened brightly. This was the type of shit he lived for, the type of hand to hand combat that he earned his name from.
In a blind rage, The Gladiator went after Angela. She didn’t back down. Angela ran straight towards the man that was more than twice her size and weight. The Gladiator tried to jab his knife in Angela’s chest, but she swiftly side stepped the amateur move and sliced The Gladiator’s other wrist all in one quick motion. Angela must have hit a nerve because The Gladiator’s knife fell from his hand as his entire hand immediately became numb. Angela quickly followed up with a cut to The Gladiator’s face. Then she swiped her blade down The Gladiator’s chest leaving a nasty looking gash that would require a double digit number of stitches to close up. Angela could tell that the white man wasn’t as good with a blade as he was with a gun and she planned on using that to her advantage.
Not being one to submit, The Gladiator decided to use his size to his advantage. He faked high and went low in an attempt to take Angela down. Angela quickly shut off his take down attempt with a bone-jarring elbow to the side of The Gladiator’s head. The blow stunned him, but it di
dn’t take him out. The Gladiator desperately tried to grab a hold of Angela’s shirt hoping to maybe turn the scuffle into a street fight.
Angela took a step back, then viciously kicked the white man in his face hoping to break something. She waited for him to stagger back up to his feet so she could finish him off. The Gladiator’s military training was no match for The Teflon Queen. She had taken on much bigger and better opponents than The Gladiator in her heydays.
Once The Gladiator made it back up to his feet, Angela ran and went airborne; taking a knee straight to The Gladiator’s wounded and fractured face sending the big man down hard. Angela then kneeled down, lifted The Gladiator’s head, and cradled it in her arm. Before she could snap his neck, several S.W.A.T. members stormed in the room with their guns trained on Angela. Several bright red dots danced on Angela’s forehead.
“Let him go… Now!” One of the S.W.A.T. members shouted.
Angela slowly released her grip from around The Gladiator’s neck and laid face down flat on her chest. Several S.W.A.T. members quickly piled on top of Angela and bonded her hands behind her back with a pair of plastic tie cuffs. The Gladiator slowly rose to his feet with a look of embarrassment on his face. He had underestimated The Teflon Queen due to the fact that she was a woman. He roughly flipped Angela over on to her back and began to violently stomp her head into the floor while the other S.W.A.T. members placed a pair of plastic tie cuffs on James.
“Alright! Already! That’s enough!” James yelled as he watched Angela’s face repeatedly bounce off the floor each time The Gladiator’s boot made contact with her face. The Gladiator stomped Angela out until his leg got tired.
“Get this trash out of my sight,” The Gladiator barked. His breathing was heavy and his face was a bloody mess. He watched as his soldiers dragged Angela and James out of the room by their ankles. The Gladiator was about to be a hero and the world was about to know him for bringing down the infamous Teflon Queen. Lieutenant Get The Job Done had once again shown why he got the big bucks. “Let’s go out here and address the media,” he announced as him and the rest of his team exited the hotel and headed straight for the press.
Chapter 12
Scarface sat in his den with his feet kicked up. In his hands he held a huge wad of cash. A blunt hung from the corner of his mouth as he counted out the money. He was still pissed off at how Bone had disrespected him by putting his hands on his woman Shekia. Scarface had called Bone to try and talk to him like a man, but Bone cursed him out, called him a sucker for love, and then hung up in his ear. He had to pay for his blatant disrespect and he most definitely had to pay for putting his hands on Shekia. In Scarface’s eyes, Bone putting hands and feet on his woman was totally uncalled for and unnecessary. Everyone knew how Scarface got down so it was safe to say that Bone had sealed his own death certificate.
Across from Scarface sat his sister Vicky. Vicky was a beautiful inspiring actress who had a lot of potential. Scarface placed two rubber bands on the thick wad of cash, and then tossed the cash over towards his sister.
Vicky caught the money and grinned. “This is a lot of money. What I gotta do for this?” She asked with a raised brow knowing her brother was always up to something.
“I need you to fly out to New York, get up with this guy, and act like you’re interested in him,” Scarface told her. “Think you can do that for me?”
“Of course I can, but the question is why should I?” Vicky asked curiously. She wanted to know just what her brother was up to and why.
“The guy I want you to show interest in is the same guy that put his hands on Shekia,” Scarface said.
“Who? That Bone guy?” Vicky asked with her face crumbled up. “I thought that situation was over and done with. You still focused on that foolishness?”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“What happened is over and done with. Let it go Scarface! Shekia ain’t worried about the incident no more and neither should you,” she told him.
“I can’t let someone get away with violating me or one of my loved ones.”
“Any reason to just keep this thing going.” Vicky shook her head. “You have a beautiful woman, a beautiful home, and more money than you can spend in one lifetime. You have too much good going on to jeopardize it on some street trash like Bone.”
Scarface knew everything that Vicky was telling him was right, but he knew if he didn’t do something about the Bone situation; the situation would continue to fuck with him. His male ego was beginning to get the best of him. “So you gonna help me or not?”
“How much is this?” Vicky held up the wad of cash with a slick grin on her face.
Scarface said, “That’s $12,000.”
“Add another $8000 and I got you,” Vicky said smiling. She knew that money meant nothing to her brother and figured another eight wasn’t going to hurt him or his pockets.
“Now you trying to rob me,” Scarface joked. He knew that even if his sister didn’t want to do the job for him that she would still do it if it would help her brother out.
“My services cost,” Vicky said holding her hand out rubbing her fingers in circular motions; the money hand signal that everyone recognized.
“Can’t you take something off the price since I’m family?”
“Family is family, but this here is business.” Vicky got up and kissed her brother on the cheek. “Besides this will be a good way to put my acting skills to the test,” she said striking a pose.
“This is serious business,” Scarface said with his voice turning into a serious tone. It was all fun and games, but at the end of the day this was serious business.
“Okay, tell me exactly what it is that you need me to do?” Vicky said giving her brother her undivided attention.
“All I need you to do is hook up with Bone and get him to trust you,” Scarface began. “I’m going to have a team of shooters following your every move and once Bone is alone with you, I want you to slip something in his drink. Once he passes out, you call my goons and they’ll take it from there. This mission shouldn’t take you more than a week if your acting skills are as good as you say they are.”
“A week it is,” Vicky said. “This will be a piece of cake. When you need me to head to New York?”
“Forty-eight hours,” Scarface said as he noticed Shekia entering the den with a smile on her face.
Vicky said goodbye to her brother, kissed Shekia on the cheek, and then made her exit.
“Guess what?” Shekia smiled.
“What?”
“I got a letter from Capo today,” Shekia said excitedly. At the beginning she didn’t care too much for Capo, but after spending time around him and his crew, Shekia realized that Capo was a good guy who just seemed to make all the wrong decisions at the worst times. She was thankful for the opportunity that Capo gave her to make some money whether it was illegal or not. At the end of the day if it wasn’t for Capo, Shekia would have never met Scarface.
“What that nigga talking about?” Scarface patted his thigh signaling for Shekia to sit on his lap.
“Nothing. He said to tell you what’s up. He asked how we were doing and that he was sorry for what Bone did to me.”
“I’m still going to make him pay for putting his hands on my queen,” Scarface said throwing it out there.
“No!” Shekia grabbed Scarface’s face and forced him to look at her. “Let it go baby, please just let it go.”
“Okay,” Scarface said dryly. He knew that Shekia wouldn’t understand where he was coming from so it made no sense to continue on with this conversation. Besides that, Vicky had already accepted the cash for the job so nothing else even mattered at this point.
“You promise?” Shekia asked looking Scarface in his eyes.
Scarface kissed Shekia to shut her up. It surprised and caught her off guard. A simple kiss led to Scarface being on top of Shekia and in between her thick thighs. Her breast pressed on Scarface’s chest as her legs wrapped tightly around h
is lower back. Scarface lifted up and removed his clothes in a hurry as if they were burning through his flesh. Shekia removed her attire a little too slow for Scarface’s liking so he roughly helped remove the rest of Shekia’s clothes from her body. Then he took her right there on the couch, missionary style, face to face, and tongue to tongue.
Scarface rubbed his energy up against Shekia’s wetness. He did that repeatedly until Shekia couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed his tool and slipped it inside of her.
“Daaaaamn,” Shekia moaned good and long. Her moans deepened as her nails dug deeper into Scarface’s skin. She closed her eyes as her breathing tensed and her body trembled. Shekia loved having sex with Scarface. He always made sure he fucked her like his life depended on it and he made sure she had multiple orgasms.
Scarface took Shekia in so many positions that she had never seen before. He went inside her warmth at angles that made sex feel brand new. He moved her around until Shekia was on top of him. Shekia moved up and down, going up easy, and coming down hard with extreme force. Her skin slapping against his sounded off loudly as she did that over and over.
While Shekia bounced up and down on Scarface’s dick, he roughly grabbed a handful of her hair, licked her neck, and then growled into her ear.
“That’s right! Ride this dick!” Scarface growled in Shekia’s ear as she continued to bounce up and down moaning loudly.
“You love this dick!?”
“Yes,” Shekia moaned. “Yes Daddy.”
“I can’t hear you!” Scarface slapped her ass.
“Yes Daddy!”
“Louder!”
“Yes Daddy!” Shekia screamed out in pure ecstasy.
“This my pussy?”
“All your pussy Daddy… I promise!” Shekia moaned and cursed holding on to whatever she could as she came hard. She tightly held Scarface’s neck and buried her head in his shoulder. She sucked on his neck in an attempt to muffle her moans. Shekia made sounds like she was in severe pain.
Scarface kept pumping until he stiffened up and let out a loud grunt. His face was covered in sweat and his breathing was rough and rugged. He lay down on the couch and embraced Shekia as she cuddled up next to him resting her head on top of his chest.
