In The Dead of Night Book 1 & 2

Book Two Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

The little old man deposited the cash and signed over the deed to the property to me, I signed the paperwork with a fake name and concluded business with the man then set out to find someone to make Stacey and I some fake ID's. We drove by the local High School and asked a group of kids if they knew of anyone that was good at the task, it took a while but we finally found someone that knew a guy. We got a number and called him immediately setting up a time to get together, luckily he was available right away so we headed over to his house; I only hope this guy is as good as the kids said he was.

We arrived at a rickety little house with boards over the windows and the siding dry rotted and falling off, the steps to the porch were broken and tilted to one side.  We carefully climbed up them and stepped gently to the door reaching to open it as I noticed it was nailed shut, what the hell was this shit? This is the address he gave us, I thought to myself. As I noted the address a third time, yes this is what he gave me for an address; frustrated I pulled out my cell phone and called him back.

I could hear a faint ringing from close by, we carefully walked down the broken stairs and towards the side of the house. The ringing got louder with every step until I reached the corner, as I stepped around it, I was surprised with a 2x4 swung directly to my head and everything went dark.

I awoke with a ringing in my ears and a sharp debilitating pain in my head, I could still feel where the 2x4 had struck me in the head and the wetness where the blood had filled my hair. I squinted as my vision was slow to clear up; I needed my eye drops. I tried to move my right arm to rub my eyes but realized that both hands were tied behind my back and my legs tied to the bottom of a chair, what the hell was going on? I jerked my arms and legs but the ropes were secured tight; it was pointless.

"Well hey there it's about time you wake up Steven, your girl here has been hollering for you so long it got annoying and we had to gag the bitch."

"Who the hell are you?"

"Ohh feisty little asshole aren’t you Steven, settle down now you’re in the basement of the house. I gave you the address to the concrete foundation, down here is so thick you wouldn’t believe it, it’s just too bad they didn’t build the rest of the house this well. Anyway odds are no one will hear you no matter how loud you are and there are no windows, so no one will see you, so you truly are at my mercy now to address your question of who I am Steven. I am your worst fucking nightmare come to life, see you fucked with the wrong guy when you pulled into that truck stop and grabbed one of my bitches up and took off with her, see the girl you had drugged in the back of your truck is mine. I am her pimp and I always watch my property for sick fucks like you but I must say Steven, I have never ran into anyone as young as you before."

"Look asshole you clearly don’t know who you’re dealing with; you need to."

"Hold it right there you little fuck, you don’t know shit alright? If anyone doesn’t know who’s messing with who, it’s you. See I run this damn town, anything that goes down, goes through me drugs, prostitution, guns, even fake Identification, every damn thing. in this town I am fucking god, do you understand me you little bitch? I even own the police department and as for you now, I own you and I was going through all your shit and was impressed at the amount of heat your packing all those guns and the shear amount of ammo is impressive, then there is the money situation in the black box where the fuck did you get half a million dollars kid? Then I got to thinking I just lost a severe amount of money in a deal in progress in a neighboring state see the whole town was blown to hell, countless murders before that no one could figure the shit out then one day boom everything goes to hell at once. I go to collect my money for the delivery of drugs to my local dealer there and he’s dead along with more than half the town and my money, well its gone then I get to thinking the total amount lost is a little less than two hundred thousand dollars the same amount missing from what you had in the box in your truck. I get to thinking that’s probably the amount you paid that old ass man for his property, so I keep searching and I find your wallet in the crease of the bench seat in the truck and imagine my surprise when I read your ID and it says your from that town, imagine all the shit running through my mind such as how the fuck a snot nosed little teenage kid could cause so much madness and end up with my guns, my money and kill all my men I had in that town? So now I ask you Steven, did you have any idea who you were fucking with?