BY DEMARCO'S STANDARDS (Part 5)

Bitch Don't Know

Blood ran from the gash above his eye. Poor bastard tried to work himself free from the ropes that bound his hands and legs. Laughing, I looked down at him. "It's hopeless. You can't escape and if you do, where are you to go? You are in my Den, my men are all over this place".

"Please Mr. Harper, I beg you to set me free. I don't know nothing". The slobbering fuck cried.

Placing my gloved hand against my chin, I stared down upon him. "I'll ask you one more time Thomas, who is this new group saleing their cheap drug's in my territory?"

Spitting blood down his chin, he cried. "I swear to you Mr. Harper I don't know who it is. Chico Swneli came to me with a side job. Said his boss would pay top dollar if I delivered the goods to that restaurant in China Town. I swear to God I didn't know it was your territory. I would never disrespect you man, believe me. I just needed the cash to feed my family".

Applying pressure to his open gash above his eye earned me a howl. "Who's this boss you speak of?"

"Chico wouldn't tell me, I swear. Find Chico, he knows". Thomas panted in pain.

I made eye contact with Cole to try to assess what he thought about this bit of information. Cole shrugged his shoulders. Focusing my attention back on Thomas I asked. "Is that all you have for me?"

"Y-Yes". Thomas stuttered between his trembling lips. "You know I'd tell you if I knew anything".

Ignoring his plea, I spoke on. "Where can I find Chico?"

"He hangs out by the tracks on the East side mostly. If not there he'll be in one of the trap house's on the lower end". Thomas spoke quickly due to shaken nerves.

I turned my back and walked off from him. "T-Thank you Mr. Harper" Thomas wheezed obviously assuming I would set him free. Removing my beloved dagger from my pocket, I whipped around and threw it hitting my mark almost to perfection.

Thomas's body wirthed in sizure like convulsions as I reapproached him. Cole pressed back on his shoulders to hold him steady as I gripped my dagger that was buried within his heart. Thomas's eye's still held life as I twisted the knife deeper into his heart. After he took his last breath, I ordered the mess to be cleared and took off to my apartment. It was nearly midnight and I needed to wash the stench of death from me.

After a hot shower, I found myself on my couch with my usual company, my favorite liqueur. I'd been sitting there maybe ten minutes when a flashing light caught my eye. Looking down on my coffee table I saw that lawyer bitches phone flashing. Curious, I picked it up and saw she had a text. What the hell I thought and opened it.

I was so shocked I had to re-read her text. This bitch must have no brain cell's to have sent me a message like that. Tossing the phone aside, I found myself quickly dressing. It was time to  handle this bitch. She done fucked with me on the wrong night. I've been sweating over who's trying to move in on my territory and uncover this so called new boss. I've spent the last three hour's delivering the most inhumane tortures to Thomas and now I need to find this Chico fuck. There's no time or tolerance to put up with this woman's threats. She should be thanking me for sparring her life that night in the club. Any other time I would've laid someone's skull open for trying to nab video evidence of my wrong doings.

The thing is, now I know her name, her profession. That's another strike against her. I have no respect, no remorse for anyone who serves the justice system. Jax only made my hate worse for these so called law abiding enforcers. True, I do have officers, lawyer's, politicians and judges in my pocket, but I trust none of them. Stopping by my office at the Den to research her address, I supplied myself with a silencer and some twist ties. Bitch won't threaten me again.

Twenty minutes later I stood before her swank high rise apartment building. Seeing that there was a door attendant, I made my way to the back. After checking several doors only for them to be locked, I spotted a low lying window. Scooping down,  I knocked the window out using the butt of my gun. As I wormed my way into the now broken window I thought this was some bullshit. It's been year's since I had to do some lowly shit like this. Usually my low men did this shit but I had to handle this bitch myself.

I found myself in a boiler room and worked my way out making sure to keep out of the view of the cameras. The next door opened up to a kitchen. Thinking quick, I swiped a employee jacket and hopped onto the staff elevator. At least I could blend in if I happen upon anyone but all seemed quiet at this late hour. Stepping off the elevator onto her floor, I scanned the hallway. All was clear so I made my way to apartment three-thirteen. Such a unlucky number, I thought. Reaching her door, I used a small, quiet device to pop the lock.

Cracking the door slightly, I peeked in. Everything was dark and quiet. I took a small step in and shut the door soundlessly. I was standing in a very chic styled living room. Everything seemed to have been hosed down in pink and flower prints on everything. Big, sparkly pillows adorned the couch and crystal cat figurines held down ever table. I entered the kitchen next and my fuck, even the damn appliances were pink. Pink coffe pot, pink toaster, pink microwave. The hell is this, the Queen of the pink ladies. As I passed her bathroom I glanced in. For the first time ever fear dashed into my veins. There staring back at me was a pink fucking toilet along with a matching pink sink and tub. The bitch literally set's upon a pink throne. I started to move along when something darted out in front of me from another door. Thankfully I noticed it was a cat and was able to contain my sounds.

This cat just sat back and stared at me with a feline gangster look. Shit, I didn't  know whether to pet it or surrender. No lie, this cat had the "I'm going to fuck some shit up" stare down. I gently took my foot and tried to shoo him away but the brave shit swatted at me and released a hiss. Deciding to squeeze by him, I peeked into the room he came from. It was the size of a closet but clearly his domain. A pink pet bed sat in the corner along with a scratching pole. I saw the food bowls and read the name off. "Capone". The fucking cats name is Capone.

I turned to explore further and Capone was sitting right behind me giving me a stank look. I bent down and whispered his name and attempted to scratch him under his chin. To my surprise Capone purred and curled into my touch. Standing, I moved on. I stuck my head into another open door and saw a figure lying upon the bed. Stepping closer I saw that it was her. The sweet smell of roses mixed with a hint of vanilla wafted to my nose. I caught myself inhaling the lovely scent and for the first time in the longest time, I yearned for the touch of a woman. When I realized where my thoughts were heading, I shook my head in anger. Guilt flooded over me as I pictured my Sam.

Removing my silenced gun from my waistband, I inched closer. The blanket was down past her waist revealing the sexiest boy cut panties ever. Of course they was pink. My eye's traveled up her toned belly and rested on our matching tattoo. Moving along, her pink silk cami top had slid up and was nestled underneath her breasts. I watched her breast rise and fall as she breathed so peacefully. Nice breasts might I add, so pert and full. Her nipples puckered at the flimsy material from begging to be sucked on. Then her face, so smooth and worry free as she slept, almost angel like.

Clearing my thoughts, I told myself this was no angel. If anything a demon.  A demon that couldn't wait to throw me behind bars and bring my Empire down. Pointing my gun at her sleeping head I took perfect aim. "Squeeze the trigger Dem. End her". I repeated in my mind.

Fuck, why can't I pull the trigger. She deserves it. She's the enemy. My palms sweated  as I battled with myself. Pain made me. Pain made her. Shit, I can't do it. Mentally cursing myself I put my gun away and slid from the room, but I couldn't let her behavior go unnoticed. Stopping by Capones little room, I raised my shirt sleeve and used my knife to slightly open a recent wound from a earlier fight.

Taking my finger I proceeded to write on the wall above the cat's bed in my blood. "This is your last warning. Meow bitch".

Of course I didn't have it in me to harm animals but she didn't know that. Scooping up Capone, I left the building in the same fashion I had came. Besides, I rather liked Capone and could use the company.