Pleasure or Pain

Part 20

Pleasure or Pain Part 20
Short story challenge
J.velvet

The black Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG Coupe sprinted down the road into the drive way. "Black Beatles" by Rae Sremmurd blasted from the speakers so loud it shook the car windows. The gold rimmed exotic car pulled up inches to the stairs of the mansion as a french bulldog came outside to greet it. It panted as it made it's way down hobbling one step after another finally arriving at the car. It recognized the drivers scent, it sat waiting for the person inside.
The doors opened and rised to the sky vertically while custom black alligator loafers stepped onto the ground.
A man dressed in all black from head to toe emerged. He fixed his belt then grabbed his shades from inside the door putting them on. He then fixed his silk black socks then grabbed his suitcase from the passengers seat. He stood exactly six feet built with broad shoulders that showed off his V shaped back and ripped arms. He wore a low dark Caesar haircut with a well groomed medium goatee with thin perfect cut side burns. He bent down tickling under the dogs mouth as it licked his hand rubbing up against his leg.
"How you been man it's been a while"
A large man stands at the top of the stairs looked down on him. The two get into a staring match waiting for the other to speak. Usually fear is driven into the hearts of people looking at the over sized man but the visitor wasn't intimidated. He begins up the stairs walking to the front door.
"Hey man tell Will Henry's here"
The sound of his name quickly changes the man's attitude, and the grudge on his face is wiped off. He never seen him before but he heard his name quite often. Will wouldn't be Will without Henry his main man, his blood brother aka partner in crime. Henry was the muscle in New Orleans running one of the most lucrative businesses in town which was co owned by his older brother Will. The restaurant and strip club brought in thousands of dollars a night just like club Sweets but catered to a different audience. The place was the first business Will owned and he took his younger brother under his wing turning him into a successful businessman.
The place was for the upper middle class and was called limelight. Women worked there ranging from eighteen to fourty all with a similar look like Barbie dolls, not identical but alike still. No one over one hundred and eighty pounds, all curvy, all of them stood at least five six and most of all they had ass, and breast size was a c cup or bigger. The food was five star quality similar to any high class Bistro with the average plate costing hundreds of dollars and live bands and DJs playing night after night. The club stayed pack making Henry and Will alot of money which was funneled into illegal activities making them millionaires in the process.
The club got so much exposure it was even noticed by the media and got Will nominated for small business man of the year but behind the managerial skills the two time felon was known as the bulldog of the streets. A licensed hit man for years he killed over thirty men and was good at what he did, so good he made himself a signature mark on his victims shooting them in their eyes and recording their last breathes. He had a short temper which was fueled by anything and only outdone by his sexual appetite. It was weeks since he heard from Will which was ordinary since the two didn't have time to chat since they were both concerned with making money but when he heard from him it was important. so when a text came to his phone saying it's urgent that he see him he caught a one way flight directly to him charted by his private jet carrying a suitcase full of guns.
Henry walked in the house looking around giving a nod of approval.
"Not bad, just as big as mines"
"Well well well look at this mother fucker here" Will said jogging down the stairs in a house rub holding a overside cup of champagne.
The two embraced like brothers hugging while they patted eachother on the back.
"Come follow me blood"
Will directed him to the great room which featured a seventeen foot sectional black sofa couch that sat in front of a large fireplace. He grabbed the remote and turned the flame on going to a mini bar in the corner grabbing a empty glass and bottle of Chardonnay.
"Please" Henry said holding his hand out for the glass as Will gave it to him not before filling it to the rim.
Henry takes a sip out of his own glass drinking nearly half before placing in on the gold coffee table in front of him.
"So brother I got your message, whats up"
"Man you haven't heard things is fucked up"
"Oh I've heard, your strip club is destroyed you getting shot at people dead it's bad for business. So who is it"
Will looks puzzled as to why Henry assumed the worst.
"Don't look startled I know you better than you know yourself big money Will you fucking up in the streets somebody must be after you"
Will sat his glass down rubbing his head. He never been more worried in his life. He took a deep breath trying to think of a way to sum up all of his problems into one sentence.
"Well I'm in deep, I'm at war with the mob I owe them alot of money, and I didn't pay up so they took out my biggest cash cow"
"Come on man I know you got money coming in from other places"
"Yeah but not that much, I need clean money. I'm dry in the streets can't push no work, and nobody ain't selling shit so all I really got is you, can't rebuild the club without money can't make money without the streets and the streets are quiet because they're after me"
"Sounds like you in real deep shit bro"
"Nothing the Don can't handle, I got a plan but there's one thing stopping me"
"Who's the nigga"
"Actually it's a bitch"
"A female" Henry says with a puzzled look.
"Yeah this ain't no ordinary bitch, her names Passion, she was actually suppose to be my new partner before the club got put down. She a street girl, was one of my best dancers but her girl is in critical condition so I know she looking for answers, and I'm sure by now she knows alot more than I think she do. I fear she may try to get to them before I do and that's just gonna make shit a whole lot worst so...."
"So....what? You want me to kill her"
"Well...I need you to fuck her"
The look on Henry's face showed his sign of approval, not only was killing his best talent but bedding women was right up there with it. The task would be hard with Passion dealing with a women with more street smarts than most guys but he was up for any challenge that would come his way.
"Big money Will always in some mess but like always I'm here to help, consider it done"
"Thanks" Will said raising his head slowly acknowledging Henry.
"No need to thank me brother  that's what family is for"
Henry put his phone in his pocket grabbing his suitcase and headed for the door.
"Where you're going"
"It's my first night back in town I need some company, get dressed I'm going to get some women, and when I come back you taking your little brother out to paint the town"
Henry was the last person Will wanted to call knowing his unpredictable temper but he was also the only one that could fix his situation. The once most wanted man in the south was now in his old stomping grounds, and Passion was the prey of interest. She wouldn't be hard to find and she wasn't hiding anyway. Back and forth to the hospital besides caring for Anita and the kids revenge was the only plan on her mind. Her cell phone displayed the young picture of the two best friends hugged up together blowing kisses, the sight brought tears to her eyes everytime she looked at it. It was surreal seeing her lying in the hospital bed not knowing if she was headed for death or fighting for her life but what she did know was that her injuries would not go unheard. Besides Prize Ghost was the only person she talked to mostly through text and only in key messages, no record of an actual retaliation could be seen if they were looking from the outside.
Ghost was ready to strike at any moment and was just waiting for the word to be given to have him and his posse run down anyone who's name was uttered by Passion but she was patient, she knew she wouldn't get another shot if anything went wrong. She stood in the once packed venue looking around as evidence markers from police still lied on the floor, she took off her Gucci shades and walked up the stairs in her black stiletto heels to the VIP section, the same spot where Anita was shot. The night quickly played in her head, Anita lying on the floor bloody, L.A holding her while people ran in every direction. She could still smell the stench of Vodka from the destroyed bars stocked with liquor as well burned skin from the barrage of bullets that sliced through human flesh and the flames that followed.
It was an image she couldn't shake but one she really didn't want to forget. She bent down picking up a bottle cap off the floor flipping it in her hand, her spirit was weak but not broken. Making partner with Will was still a dream of hers and she wasn't about to let a situation like a shooting stop her from living her dream. She pulls her phone out her purse taking pictures of the club as she turned to capture various shots. She groups them together in a slide and texts a number from her contacts along with the message "need help rebuilding name your price and I got you"
The club would stay and be better than ever she thought. Going back downstairs and outside she took one final shot of the place this time uploading the shot to her Twitter account with the message "Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger, we will be back" a promise just like the vengeance of Anita she was intending to keep.