Thread: To Finish the Job {{Soul +&+ The PG}}

Tony woke with a growl and flippant remark to his phone which was screeching loudly not six inches from his face. Taking it, and snoozing the alarm he allowed himself to think about why he was in such a bad mood. After his impulsive mistake the previous evening, and it had been a mistake, he had spent nearly the entire evening cleaning up the mess. In fact, he had spent the entire evening cleaning the room, wrapping the body, and disposing of it in the usual means. Two cinder blocks, a chain, and the bottom of one of the many deep quarries that littered the state. He had arrived home just in time to see the sunrise peeking over the mountains that covered the horizon from his cottage. It was not really just a cottage, but a resort like summer home. The money he made enabled him to live comfortably, but he enjoyed a more out-of-the-way style of living. Not that he did not have every type of creature comfort in the three thousand square foot building, or grew his own food, or hunted his own meat. He just liked living away from everyone. It also helped with his line of work. The nearly fifty acres he owned in the middle of nowhere kept unwelcome guests and the authorities from snooping too much. His nearest neighbors thought him a rich vice president of some minor company, and the nearest authority thought him the son of some industrial baron who sometimes partied too hard but certainly caused little to no trouble. The massive open living, dining, and sitting room took up much of the first floor and square footage. The attached kitchen was large and spotless, mostly the fridge was used for beer and frozen dinners that went into the second most used appliance the microwave. Each wing of the house had a guest bedroom and full bathroom. The second floor had two rooms, his bedroom and the game room. The game room had a pool table, humidor for cigars, a full bar, and deck that oversaw the actual pool that was less than five hundred yards from the lake. The basement had an angled driveway that led up to the gravel drive, and a second hidden room that looked a lot like a butchers shop. That was Tony's office. Steel tables, cages, an iron wrought bed frame, a large deep freezer, and several shelves of tools were down there among other items and devices. The entire room sloped to the middle where there was a two by two drain connected to the main sewage system, though it was treated first before entering the pipeline. The only entrance to the room was a hidden door in the plastered room of the garage, and Tony had the only key. As the alarm went off for a second time, Tony again cursed, before remembering why he had set the alarm in the first place. He had called a meeting with Alfonso Serento, the capo whom he loosely reported to in la familia. After that he had a meeting with Desmond, an old partner who was more of a freelancer, and did not have any ties to la familia besides Bloody Tony. He had a similar 'weakness' for young girls, but his style was entirely different than Tony's and sometimes that worried Tony. However there was no denying the mans brilliance and ruthlessness. Up until this point Tony and Desmond had only worked on official projects directed by Alfonso. Tony had a rather strong premonition that Desmond would be up for helping him on this particular side project, at least with what he had planned, which wasn't entirely thought out. Though that was on purpose as he wanted Desmond, who always had input, to add his own thoughts. Admittedly, the man was more creative, but Tony preferred a sure thing while he felt Desmond played a little loose for his liking. Still, this would be right up the mans alley. Tony grunted and pulled himself from the bed, and through his morning routine. He met Alfonso, an impeccably dressed businessman with black eyes and brown silk hair, at the Napoleano Cafe. Immediately ordering a triple-shot espresso, Tony was sure the capo could see his tiredness. He would not ask why Tony was tired though, Alfonso was quiet and hands-off about anything not of his own creating. They talked pleasantries until Tony's coffee arrived, and with a quick glance to be sure there were no eavesdroppers Tony began in the typically abstract way all Mafia members talked. That one place we talked about, with the birds, you remember? This is about the Golden Eagle. Yes, you said it could be a nice place to plant a garden. We wanted to see how could of an investment it could be. It still could be, but I can no longer feed the birds. It looked promising, but I can no longer scout it out. Trouble with the feeder? We are having trouble there? Some sort of law, I need a new one. The police might have recognized me, but someone else can take my place. It will cost a bit. You won't be paid for the job. I'm aware, but it is worth it. I know, but I have something more pressing. How worth it? Do we need new feed? How pressing, do we need to get involved? No. It's just the feeder. No, it's personal. Will it change the timeline? How long? Perhaps a month. Perhaps a month. Is there anything else we can do to speed it up? Will you be available for anything else? Yes, water it regularly. Yes, if it requires my attention. Very well. Very well. The rest of the conversation was mostly politics of la familia, and if one subject could completely bore Tony to death it was politics. The only part that ever interested him was the possibility of hurting another members family and that was an extremely rare occurrence. He had done it once. In fact, it had been the beginnings of what led to Detective Marks death and Jamie Parks subsequent rape. One of the older capo's was clinging to an old rule of not using physical violence against the police because of the undue heat it would bring. So violence was used on his family to cow him into submission, which it ultimately did, and now the old man was behind bars. It was actually safer for him there. There was a standing hit order, if he ever was released. Tony gave Alfonso another ten minutes before excusing himself for his next appointment, and hopefully it would be much more enjoyable even if this one had at least been productive. The drive to the Pink Flamingo, a tropicano styled strip club was not very far. Tony parked, walked in the back door, and made his way to one of the corner booths where he saw Desmond already sitting. The man's eyes were on a rather young stripper on a side stage, but when Tony arrived Desmond's attention shifted. That was another thing Tony liked about working with Desmond, while he had his fascinations, business almost always came first, and he was professional at least until the job began. Then it was just his damn ego and cleverness that took over. At least this time Tony wanted some of the cleverness, so long as it didn't get carried away. Hello Desmond. I'll be quite upfront with you. This job is important to me, not la familia, you understand? Tony reached into his pocket, and produced the picture of Jaime he had snapped the other night. Immediately it drew a reaction from Desmond. She's the target. She is under heavy police protection, we are going to get her, play with her and her friends, and kill her. This is a personal job. No pay, except expenses of course... This will be a favor, to me, and you know that anyone who does me a favor will certainly be given favors back. I do not ask for favors, because I do not like debt. But I like you Desmond, and I need someone with your... Style... To pull this off. Tony was sure he had him now. A favor to Tony meant rewards of loyalty, help without question, and the might of the entire la familia behind it even if this job was not strictly for la familia. Any work for Tony was work for la familia, it just meant that they were not to know about it. Now, here are the details... - Brandon was happy that Jaime seemed to recover so quickly. The doubt and failure left him like a breeze as Jaime left the room where he was left to lie on his back and stare at the ceiling. However before he could comfortably settle into his morning routine he heard his phone shudder on the nightstand. When did I bring that in here? He vaguely remembered getting up once in the middle of the night to piss, and realized it must have been then. Grabbing the phone, he swyped open the text message. Chavez Everything good rook? You get the day off. Twice lucky, I fucking hope! With a grin, he typed back. Brandon All good chica, thanks again. Settling back into his more relaxed mode, his mind wandered over his own body and how things felt besides his emotions from the night before. His knees and elbows burned, most of his internal muscles were sore, and his dick was tingling. It felt rather good just to lay there basking in the memories of the night before. He heard Jaime in the other room, talking just under the volume he needed to distinguish what she was saying. For the briefest of moments he wanted to stand and eavesdrop, but quickly he pushed the thought from his mind. There is no need to be paranoid, he thought to himself with a grin that grew, just like his manhood as his thoughts returned to the evening before. He was so surprised at how passionate Jai had been. She'd really thrown herself into this, hadn't she? Well, so had he, he reasoned out slowly as he allowed his mind to wake, and drift between memories and new thoughts. During the daze he realized time had slipped by rather quickly and Jaime was approaching the front door. He had just adjusted himself to make it less noticeable when he heard her command to sit up. Which he did carefully to hide the pleasant evidence from the evening before. It was harder still when he noticed what Jaime was wearing. Just his tee shirt. With a thick swallow he asked, Howd it go? Howd what go? She inquired as she slowly and carefully climbed back into bed, gazing at him patiently as she offered him one of the bowls. Did you call Melanie? Oh. Yeah. Fine. It was fine. Not quite satisfied with the answer, but unable to say much more as his cock was still throbbing just under Jaime's gaze and the bed cover he took a few bites of the sugary cereal and chewed mechanically. Finally once things had settled down a bit more he smiled and asked, She have anything to say, when do you start today? Oh, she said to say hi to Michelle, they know each other, you know? I think she mentioned that... I'll let her know... Uh... When do you start? I uh, she said I have the week off. Brandon was a bit surprised at that, and he shifted in the bed without realizing. The blanket dropped, revealing the bulge beneath his bowl. He did catch Jaime's glance though, and following her eyes he looked up with a embarrassed grin. A shrug of his shoulders followed, and then he said sheepishly, Well I took my own advice and started remembering, and hey, I'm a guy! Morning, wood? It was all he could do to not laugh. Well, ha, I have the day off too... But before you get any naughty ideas I need to let Sgt Chavez know you're off too. Grabbing his phone, he shot off the text. Then he turned back, the same sheepish grin still plastered on his face. An eyebrow raised. - Brandon Jaime has week off, talk to Melanie? Good idea? Chavez was pleasantly surprised at the rookies question. She wasn't sure if it was a good idea or not to give Jaime all this time to think, but Melanie would know. Melanie was closer than anyone to Jaime, except perhaps Brandon, now. The thought crossed her mind unbidden, and she smiled pleasantly at that while pulling on her uniform. Like clockwork she was the first one in for day shift, and she had already worked out, going hard in the gym was one of the things that really relaxed the sergeant. After showering, she was now changing, and then she would head to the office to get some paperwork done. After that it was a lone patrol today, but before she left she would talk to the chief about Jaime not working. She would ask his opinion, but the experienced Sgt knew that the Chief would leave it up to her to decide what they should do, if anything. Chavez knew that she could not decide with the information she had, so she'd be visiting Melanie. It'd be good to catch up, and hopefully learn a bit more. Sighing at the fact that there could be even more to this entire story, she hurried upstairs to get on with it. Arriving at the Golden Eagle a little past eleven, she was not surprised to find the door open, and a few customers at the bar. Mel! Hola chica, let me know when you can take a smoke?