My Spanish Bitch prt.7, a short story by Green Phantom. Date added: 2012-03-09. Times viewed: 1124.
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- Intro: Deuce gears up, A storm is coming.
My Spanish Bitch
Written by Green Phantom®
[Genre: Sex, Money, Drugs & Guns]
[Inspired by Thug Life and Pure Imagination]
Copyright (c) 2012 This screenplay may not be used or reproduced without the express written permission of the author.
“Alright… it is extremely important that you listen to me now very carefully; I am an undercover agent working for the C.I.A, and for the past seven months now we’ve had Lynch Nelson under surveillance”, Scarlet said clearly.
Erlina, Ivan and I were sitting in Scarlet’s living room, listening to her, as she stood before us; explaining.
“What do you want with Lynch?” I asked, stupidly.
“You can drop the act, Deuce”, Scarlet replied; “we know he’s an illegal arms dealer and yes we can’t wait to take him down, but right now; it’s not Lynch that we’re after.”
Ivan, Erlina and I all looked at Scarlet, confused.
It was clear that all three of us were certain that Lynch would be the one the C.I.A would be after.
“If it’s not Lynch, then who are you after?” Ivan asked before I could.
“The one we’re after, is a middle-aged Japanese woman from Tokyo, by the name of Yoruichi Tsunade.”
“Who the fuck is that?” Ivan asked again, this time more confused than ever.
Erlina now faced me, also confused.
Out of the three of us, I was the only one who knew who that was; my freakin step-sister.
“Miss Tsunade is the owner of an illegal drug manufacturing company in Tokyo. We’ve been trying to reach her for the past three years now, but it’s been difficult, obviously because she’s so distant and protected at all times.
The job began to seem impossible for us, until she came in recent contact with Lynch Nelson.
They’ve known each other for years, but only started out as business partners recently when she started creating a new drug called the ‘Green Phantom’.
And that’s where you come in, Deuce…”
Ivan then turns to face me, furiously; “You son of a bitch! I knew you were the one selling that shit”, he scowled at me.
I looked at him, irritated; “would you just shut the fuck up and let her finish already?”
Scarlet gave a slight sigh and then continued; “Deuce, you’ve been selling Yoruichi’s product, so Lynch must’ve mentioned her to you.”
“Yeah, he might have…” I replied, plainly.
There was no way in hell I was gonna tell them that the Japanese bitch was my step-sister.
Fuck, I haven’t even met her yet, and here I’m sitting around people that wanne arrest her ass.
“Well how much has he told you about her?” Scarlet asked impatiently.
“Not much, just that she’s the one that created that ‘Green Phantom’ shit…”
“So what’s this about?” Ivan asked, frustrated; “you planning on arresting her for illegal drug manufacturing and importing into the island?”
“No…” Scarlet replied calmly; “Yoruichi has something far more valuable to us, something I can’t share with you right now, so that’s all you need to know.”
This got me thinking.
All this time, I thought it was about Lynch’s guns and Yoruichi’s drugs, but now we’re told that it’s none of that…
What the fuck could it be???
“So what am I doing here, Scarlet?” I asked, curiously.
“I need you to get more involved in this ‘Green Phantom’ drug business, so that you could get closer to Yoruichi-“
“-And then what?” I interrupted arrogantly; “you gonna ask me to hand her over to you? How the fuck am I supposed to do that? huh? The damn woman is on the other side of the freakin planet.”
“Not for long. We’ve been informed that her P.A will be here tomorrow morning. They might have told you that he’s coming here to sort out a bad business issue, but his real reason is to prepare a secure hide-out for when Yoruichi arrives.”
Shit, Yoruichi was actually planning on coming here??
Fuck, the bitch is gonna walk right into a trap.
What the fuck am I supposed to do about that??
Rat her out or warn her??
“And why the fuck am I here, agent Giada?” Ivan asked.
“You’re going to assist Deuce in any way pos-“
“-Fuck that” Ivan replied, irritated; “I’m not gonna waste my time protecting this criminal! He’s still a suspect in the selling of illegal and dangerous narcotics, as well as in possession of stolen money, and attempt of murder.
His got three freakin strikes already!”
“Agent Riley, the C.I.A needs you to do this. If you insist on refusing; we’re gonna take your fuck’n job away.”
“What!?” Ivan protested in dis belief.
“And what you gonna do if I don’t co-operate?” I asked cockily; “you goin lock me up?? Throw away the key??”
“Nothing, cause you’re sure as hell gonna do what we tell you to do.”
I chuckled slightly humoured, while Erlina reacted concerned.
“No Scarlet” I said calmly; “I’m not gonna do it. you’re asking me to rat out my business associates, well fuck that-“
“-Enough with the crap, Deuce!” Scarlet interrupted; “we know you’re tired of that dishonest lifestyle. You went to see Lynch yesterday and asked to get out.”
Erlina and Ivan faced me, surprised.
How the fuck did she know that?
“Shit, you tapped his home or what?”
“We might have. The point is we know that you want out and they’re not gonna make that easy for you, now that you’re in so deep already. But help the C.I.A Deuce, and we’ll get you out safe, you have my word on that.”
“Your word don’t mean shit to me, and I’m still not interested”, I admitted.
Scarlet then became a little agitated; “Deuce, I’m warning you. This is not a choice I’m given you. If you do not co-operate; then you are no use to me, and agent Riley can lock your ass up right now.”
Ivan managed a slight smile on his face and I refused to face him.
I weighed out my options and to be honest; there wasn’t really anything to weigh out, because I had no fuck’n options.
If I didn’t do what she wanted me to do; I’ll go to prison again. And if I did what she tells me to do; then my step-sister would eventually end up in prison.
“Fine… but I have one condition…” I finally said.
“And what is that…?”
“Well I don’t want this fucker” I said, pointing my thumb at Ivan; “around me, so give him something else to do”.
Ivan clenched his teeth, holding back his anger.
“Fine, agent Riley; you may go back to your usual duties until I need you again. Until then, you will refrain from talking to anyone about this operation, is that understood?”
Ivan then stood up; “fine with me, I don’t want any part of this circus act anyway.”
Ivan then leaves.
“Deuce”, Scarlet said; “don’t you go do anything stupid now…”
Erlina and I then also get up; “like what?” I asked.
“Like running away…”
“Now why would I go and do something like that…”
So I take Erlina’s hand and leave.
Outside, Erlina and I walked over to our crib.
“What the fuck is going on, Deuce?” my Spanish Bitch asked me, concerned.
“Well its simple… we’re stuck in-between two powerful bitches; one is a drug lord and the other is a C.I.A agent…”
Erlina looked at me confused; “what the hell we gonna do then?”
“We gonna run away.”
“What…?” Erlina asked now surprised; “I thought that bitch back there said we shouldn’t run away…”
“Fuck what she says… I’m not gonna help her do her job. Fuck that.”
Ten minutes later, we walked into our living room and guess who we found there...?
Four dangerous-looking Japanese dudes in black suites and dark specs, each one armed with an SMG.
My other four bitches were all seated on the sofa’s like school children that’s just been told to shut the fuck up and sit the fuck still.
“What the fuck is this?” I asked, looking at our guests; “who are you fuckers?”
One of the Japanese dudes grunted, while the others griped their weapons.
Just then Hiroki, Yoruichi’s P.A, exits from the kitchen with the carton of milk that he took from my fridge, and sips from it.
Erlina and I just stood there, in disbelief, at this stranger drinking out of our milk carton.
The dude was wearing a black Gucci suite with a black shirt and silver tie.
Spiky hair and a scar down his neck that looked like a dragon tattoo at first.
He was short, but he made up for it with his confident posture and fearless facial expression.
“You must be Deuce…” the fucker said as he wiped his mouth.
“And you must be outa your fuck’n mind!” I snapped, walked over to him and snatched the milk carton out of his hands; “who the fuck are you?”
“I am Hiroki, Yoruichi’s P.A. I was told that you were informed of my arrival today.”
“You’re not from Tokyo… you speak English too damn good…” Erlina said suspiciously.
Hiroki then faces Erlina curiously; “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was speaking to you.”
“That’s my Spanish Bitch, man” I replied instead; “and she can speak to whomever the fuck she feels like.
And these other women sitting around here are my bitches too”, then I turned to face them; “why the fuck ya’l sitting around here like dat, looking all stiff and shit? Get up and dance or something… make me a sandwich or something…”
“Make your own damn sandwich, Deuce”, Deonay replied, arrogantly.
Hiroki then chuckled.
I turned to face Hiroki, slightly embarrassed; “That’s Deonay, you’ll have to excuse her; she must be feeling a little sexually frustrated again…”
Deonay then threw up her hand and showed me the middle finger.
The other girls giggled.
“Maybe me and my boys could see to that”, Hiroki said, observing Deonay like a horny mother fucker.
“Fuck that, none of you fuckers are touching any of my shit, especially not my bitches, until you tell me what the fuck you’re doing here.”
Hiroki smiled slightly and then wandered around the living room, poking around at random shit; “Yoruichi sent us with two objectives… eliminate the competition and secure a safe hide-out”, Hiroki then turned to face me again and continued; “You gonna help us with both of those things, so get ready we’re leaving in five minutes.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Fuck you Mr. President.”
Just then one of the Japanese dudes fires his gun and the bullet misses Rene by inches.
The girls all screamed, jumped up and came to stand behind me and Erlina.
Erlina hugged my arm.
“What the fuck, man! You can’t just fuck up my sofa like that!
Your boy nearly shot Rene!!”
“Then I believe we have an understanding now…” Hiroki replied calmly.
“Fuck no! cause you still don’t understand me!
You scare my bitches like dat again and I’ll kill you, now do you understand me!?”
Hiroki took a few seconds to think to himself; “Deuce, I was born in a place where gangsters like you die every day… so your threats will not work on me…”
I stepped up to Hiroki, confidently, and got up all in his face and shit; “Hiroki, I don’t give a shit where you were born, you cocky mother fucker. All I’m saying is; that these women are an extension of my property… and if you disrespect my property like that again, it will mean that you dishonour my business partnership with Yoruichi, your freakin boss lady. And I know she sure as hell won’t appreciate that.”
Hiroki took a few seconds to let it all sink in, eventually realising that I was right.
Then he stepped back; “understood. We’re still leaving in five minutes.”
Hiroki then signalled his men to follow him and they left the house.
When they were gone, I turned to face my bitches; “What the hell were ya’l doin on the sofa lookin all stiff and shit?”
“They had guns, Deuce”, Deonay replied.
“Fuck bitch, we have guns too!”
Then I left the room, and Erlina stayed behind with them to explain what’s going on.
Twenty minutes later, I entered the garage with the tog bag that had all our money in, opened the trunk of the car and threw the tog bag in there.
Then I walked over to the metal wall cabinet, opened it and there hung all our firearms.
The cabinet was filled with shotguns, SMG’s, 9mm’s, knives, bullet proof vests and ammunition.
I took two of the shotguns, with enough ammunition, and threw it into the trunk of the car as well.
Then I walked over to the door connecting the garage to the house, and called my women over.
Five minutes later, they showed up with a hundred questions.
“Shut up, I’m trying to say something here, dammit.”
After they’ve quiet down, I continued; “alright, all of you, get in the car. And don’t ask me where we’re going.”
“Where we going, Deuce”, Deonay, bravely asked.
I didn’t even feel pissed at her, cause it’s just what I would expect from Deonay.
“You’re going to get in the car.”
The women passed me and I held onto Erlina; “wait”, I said.
“Where we going, Deuce?” Erlina asked, once all the other girls were in the car already.
“I need you to take the girls to your moms place for a few days-“
“-No Deuce, I’m-“
“-Listen to me…”
Erlina then calmed down again and listened.
“I put all our money in the trunk, as well as some heat, in case you might need it. Now I need you to stay at your moms place for a few days, only until all this smoke clears up…”
“Deuce, I wanne come with you.”
“You can’t, dammit, it’s too freakin dangerous. These Japanese gangsters take things to the next freakin level. I don’t even know if I’m gonna be okay just trying to keep up with them.”
Erlina thought about it, and it made here even more concerned now.
I continued; “but you know me… I always come out alive… looking for you… to heal my wounds again…”
I held her face in my hands, and she managed a slight smile.
Then she hugged me tightly and I held onto her.
“If you come back to me hurt… I’m gonna hurt you even more.”
I laughed slightly; “that’s my girl.”
Then I let go of her; “Now take care of those dumb bitches, and say hi to your mom for me.”
“Will do…” Erlina said, as she backed up to the car, then headed for the driver’s door.
I walked over to the car and closed the trunk, before taking a step back.
Erlina blew me a kiss and then got into the car.
The next thing I knew, they were down the driveway and out of the main gate.
I stood there, thinking of where I was at that moment.
“Shit… what did I get myself into…?” I said to myself.
Then I turned around and faced all the weapons in the metal wall cabinet.
I thought to myself for a few seconds and then walked over to the open garage door.
I looked out down the driveway and whistled loudly.
There, Jacob looked out from his post, trying to see where I whistled from.
I threw my hand up and whistled again.
When he finally saw me, he ran up the driveway towards me.
Jacob was a fairly well-built Mexican guy, by what I had judged; he was fit and strong, and a few years younger than me.
The only distinguishing features he had was his kick-ass moustache and beard trim, and the set of four earrings in the side of his left ear.
Just then I remembered; it was him to whom I gave my old car, the one that got shot all over.
“You’re Jacob, right?”
“That’s right”, he replied.
“Where you from? The East Coast?”
“Nah, Mexico… I came to the island with my uncle when I was about ten years old. Then he died five years later, and I was stuck here.”
I thought about it, surprised.
Mexico is a long way from here.
“Ayt Jacob, I’m sorry bout your uncle but I got a new job for you. You don’t have to watch the gate no more.”
“Why? What’s going on?” he asked, curiously.
“A lot of shit is going on, dangerous shit, that’s why I need you to watch my back.”
I walked over to the cabinet; “take off that security shirt.”
Jacob looked confused but did it anyway, eventually standing there in his vest.
Now visible, he had these massive coloured tiger tattoos down both of his arms.
I turned around and tossed a bullet proof vest over to him; “like I said, dangerous shit…”
He put on the bullet proof vest and I tossed over one of the shotguns to him.
“You don’t have to know everything right now, so all I’m gonna tell you is that; I’ve got a business partner over in Tokyo and she sent some of her men to take care of business on this island. And the thing is, they plan on making a storm.”
I looked at Jacob, thinking to myself, was I making the right choice?
Just then he cocked the shotgun and smiled; “I got your back Mr. Ascher. I haven’t forgotten the favour you did for me by giving me that car, a few weeks back.”
I smiled; “Good. Now lose the ‘Mr. Ascher’ and call me Deuce, like everyone else.”
Then I geared up as well; putting on a bullet proof vest, grabbing a 9mm and a shotgun after checking its ammo.
“Where will the girls be?” Jacob asked.
“I sent them to Erlina’s mom’s place. They’ll be safe there until this is all over.”
Jacob thought about it, slightly relieved.
Just then, we heard the sound of quite a number of unfamiliar cars and motorbikes.
Jacob and I stepped out of the garage and looked down the driveway at the impatient guests, behind the closed gate.
I turned to Jacob; “how do you open the gate?”
Jacob then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small remote that’s chained to his belt.
He showed the remote to me, and then waited for me to give the order.
“Open it”, I said, and he pushed the blue button.
Down the driveway, the gate opened and about five black BMW cars and seven chrome Suzuki motorbikes, drove up towards the house.
In the corner of my eye, I could see Jacob getting agitated with his shotgun.
“Relax”, I said; “They won’t do anything stupid… so neither should you. Just act tough…”
The first BMW stopped next to us, while the other vehicles found themselves a spot nearby.
Hiroki then got out in front of us, then faced Jacob curiously.
“And this is?”
“Well you’ve heard my bark earlier, so let me introduce you to my bite. This is Jacob, and each tiger’s stripe on his arms represents the men that his killed already.”
I knew Jacob must’ve been laughing inside, but he did well not to show it, instead; he just stood there confidently looking Hiroki straight in the eyes.
Hiroki smiled slightly as he observed Jacob’s tattoos; “Impressive.”
All Hiroki’s men started taking shit out of their cars, and I observed them curiously.
“What’s all that shit?” I asked Hiroki.
He looked at me and then to where I was looking.
Hiroki smiled again and then faced me; “Well I thought it would save us a lot more time if we just used your house as a secured hide-out.”
“What?” I asked in disbelief.
Then a fuck’n bus comes up my driveway, and stops behind the motorbikes.
The door goes open and more or less twenty attractive Japanese women start exiting the bus, looking around curiously.
“Are you fuck’n serious!?” I said, in disbelief; “you’re not only taking over my house, but you’ve brought the whole fuck’n Japan with you as well??”
Hiroki laughed, humoured; “This is all the workers from one of our labs in Tokyo. They’re very fast at what they do and Yoruichi insisted they should be here to replace your own workers.”
“This is fuck’n unbelievable”, I said irritated.
The Japanese Women and some of the guys, started carrying all their shit into the house.
“So can we leave now Deuce?” Hiroki asked.
“The competition of course… it needs to be taken out, remember…?” Hiroki replied, calmly.
Jacob faced me concerned.
I just stood there, thinking to myself.
Everything was going way too fast, and the worst part of it all was that I had no freakin say in anything!
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