Boom! Boom! Boom! Ding Dong, Ding Dong!

“I’m coming, just a moment!” Sonny shouted at his front door while wrapping himself in a house coat. He couldn’t believe someone was banging on his door at 4 am, waking his wife and five year old son. “It must be the police or something!” He muttered as he looked in the peephole and saw.

“Huh?...Why are you..” Sonny hesitated to open the door as he recognized the beautiful person on the other side. Boom! Boom! “Yes, yes!” Sonny cracked the door and Kitty and Ian, gently, pushed their way into his home. Kitty spoke first.

“Persad, I know it’s early, or late but I need you to get on your computer and find some people.”

Sonny wasn’t prepared for this. He tried to deal with Kitty diplomatically.

“..Uh..Kitty..my family is sleeping now but if maybe..”

Kitty wasn’t listening, she’d looked behind Sonny and saw the cutest thing.

“Oh my god! Sonny is that your son? He’s so cute! Come here little man!”

Kitty ambushed the sleepy faced little boy, still wearing his blue pajamas with sleep in his face. Normally he would have cried, but no child, man nor beast can resist the charms of Kitty. She picked him up and hugged him and he hugged her back.

“Nyah! what’s your name?”

“His name is Jared.” Sonny answered, shook up watching his son being held by a dangerous woman. And like any father Sonny wanted to protect his boy, but he knew better than to cross Kitty, or Ian.

“So uh Sonny, the lady requested you get on your computer there and find something for us.”

Sonny tried again, “Ian, if you and Kitty could stop by the office in a few hours.” Ian cut it short.

“No, we need it now and Sonny...” Ian’s face grew cold and cruel as he got close to Sonny and growled.

“This ain't no fuckin request!”

Sonny did what he was told.

Four Grand

“Come on Freddy, quit being a bitch! pour me a drink!”

“Tara you owe me four grand! Now you gotta show me good faith..”

“Oh I’ll give you good faith...you...mmph..here! I just happen to have a deck a cards, so this is what we're gonna do!”

“Fuck you Tara, gimme my money!”

Bling ignored Tara while she argued with Freddy, the owner of the Candlelight bar in the south Bronx. The bar wasn’t exactly open, but Tara and the boys did deals here and Tara, a gambler like her father, was used to owing Freddy these small sums of money she could easily pay. But Tara didn’t pay, because she was a dick.

“Alright Freddy, I tell you what, heh heh, I’ll give you a thousand dollars for the drink, but hear me out blah blah!”

Bling laughed at Tara and sipped the Johnny Walker he paid cash for and watched the messages on his phone. Things were happening. And then his phone rang, and he interrupted Tara’s absurd conversation.

“Boss, they got Gustavo.”

“Oh yeah? Good, we’ll take him to the junkyard and put the dogs on him, see what he knows ha, ha, ha!”

Bling appreciated Tara’s lame “Pulp Fiction” reference, but there would be no more torturing Gustavo for information.

“Boss, they found him dead. Whoever killed him... cut his hands off first.”

“Wow, grisly!” She downed her thousand dollar shot and grew serious.

“Well, that’s the Turks for you. They’re letting me know they severed all ties with him….Now I don’t know what that fuckin asshole knew…. Freddy, pour me another one..….Bling, call Kitty.”

Bling went to dial Kitty’s number, but his phone rang instead, it was Ian.

“Talk to me….What?”

Bling, spun and looked at Tara, it was on!

Boiler Room

Rica woke again in the dark, her eyes hurt. She was dehydrated, but holding on. She didn’t know what time it was but knew she’d been in this cage at least eight hours. The little girl Nisa was sleeping by the front door, the coolest spot in the room. Then the boiler room door clanged and opened waking up Nisa. The two ugly men walked inside.

The fat man picked up Nisa, who whimpered, but was too weak to scream like she did earlier. Rica, tried to yell from her cage.

“Leave her alone!” Rica’s voice just above a whisper. She had no strength.

The fat man took Nisa and left the room, but the man in charge decided to have fun with Rica.

“Hey, hey, you still got spirit?” He bent down to look in the cage. He could see Rica sitting with her back against the cage wall, half out of it. She had stripped to her underwear and t-shirt in an effort to cool her body off.

“Oh, look at you naked, hunh? Got hot in those boots and pants hunh?”

He stared at her below the waist, Rica wanted to kill him.

“Oh boy, I guess I oughta give you a drink, can’t have you dying yet.”

The man pulled out an eight oz bottled water, literally a cup and showed it to Rica. Rica saw it, and wanted it. But before the man opened the cage door to give it to her, he pulled his gun and pointed it in the slit.

“Hey, hey! Before I give you this bottle, you should give me what you’re hiding.”

Rica looked at him confused. That made him mad.

“Don’t look at me like that you little liar, because I know you got something in that cage with you because you think you’re smart.”

The man opened the cage door and pointed the gun at Rica.

“Yeah, you really thought I forgot about that wrench that that asshole threw at you?” Rica just stared at him as he reached inside the cage and grabbed her clothes. He never took his eyes off of her as he felt the pants, shirt and boots until he found it, and held it up to her face.

“Ha, ha, a wrench? This was your hope? Aaaahh...You ain't fixing anything with this.”

The man took the bottled water and poured it on her face.

“Here you go, drink up~”

Rica licked the water from her face, and stared at the man. The man stopped talking and stared back at Rica with the gun in his hand. Rica hoped he would come a little closer, she even provoked him.

“I'm right here man..Try it..”

The man heard Rica’s whispered threat and smiled.

“You are a tough one, but no.”

He took the wrench and her clothes out of the cage and closed the cage door. Then his phone rang.

“What?.....He did?...By who?... The Turks?...Oh boy...nah keep quiet, don’t tell anyone. If you need me I’ll be at the old palladian, but call and calm those people down for me...nah..nah, I gotta cut my losses here and ditch this asshole…How long you gonna be in Texas?........What the fuck man that’s too long! Whatever dude, I gotta sell these bitches now before the Turks catch up!”

The man in charge heard his fat partner return and hung up. The fat partner let the man know that Nisa and the three other girls were in the van. And then the fat man continued an earlier argument with the man in charge.

“Hey man, where you going with those girls anyway? That’s my money too!”

“I told you stop worrying, Ima check out a new local, in the mean time keep this little one busy till I get back.”

The man in charge looked in the slit at Rica one more time and smiled at Rica.

“Hey, ninja girl..I’ll be seein ya.”

Rica stared daggers at the man in charge, but she was took weak to waste energy cursing at him. but she did whisper.

“I promise you will..”

The man in charge smirked at Rica.

“Heh heh, you got a lot of spirit. If I had time I’d break you, but being I don’t my partner here will.”

The man in charge raised up smiling at Rica and left the boiler room and the building. Leaving Rica alone with the fat man. The fat man seemed confused as to Rica and the man in charge’s conversation. He bent down to look in the slit at Rica and noticed how naked she was.

“Hunh..that heat got to you….I bet you wanna come out here and cool off?”

Rica looked at the fat man and whispered.

“The Turks are coming here to kill you. Your partner set you up.”

The fat man heard Rica and considered what she said, and she continued.

“You’re too stupid to see it. The Turks are coming here to kill you and take their girls back..but he took em somewhere else, and you don’t know where.”

The fat man banged on the cage.

“You shut up! Turks don’t know we’re here, and were good with them anyway!”

The fat man was stupid and Rica had him.

“Water...give me water.” She whispered.

“Give you water? After you plugged my eye? Fuck you!”

Rica leaned back in the cell and closed her eyes, and, slightly, opened her legs.

“You give me water, I can help you..”

“Help me with what? I don’t need your help!”

Rica leaned back and let the fat man stare at her, until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ok..I’ll give you water..but just enough..”

He opened the cage door, Rica didn’t move, her energy depleted. The man grabbed her leg and pulled her toward him and out of the cage, watching her for any sudden moves. She didn’t resist. The man lifted her up and rubbed his hand up and and down her leg, her eyes opened.

“Yeah, you ain't so tough no more are you? Here, sit up here, and I’ll give you water.”

He sat down on a plastic chair and placed her limp body on his lap. The same way he had her when she first woke up, and he talked to her.

“Yeah, see...that guy, he ain’t here to protect you no more, yeah..”

Lusting, he looked at her body and caressed her legs. Rica whispered to him.

“You don’t learn..”

Faster than he could glimpse, Rica jammed the boot knife, hidden in her panties, in his eye, all the way to the hilt.

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

The fat man fell backward screaming as blood spewed from his knife struck eye. Rica fell in front of the chair and crawled to the front door as she couldn’t walk. The man continued yelling behind her as he got up and also ran to the front door charging at Rica. Rica saw him and fell back on her butt and tried to push herself out of his way. He was going to stomp her. She braced herself with a block.

Bong!

Rica blinked. The man never touched her, instead she watched the fat man get hit in the face with a metal baseball bat.

“Ian?”

Ian didn’t answer he just kept hitting the fat man in his face over and over and over again, until his face was gone. Then Rica heard her name called and standing in the door were Kitty, Bling and Tara. Kitty saw Rica and flipped.

“Rica! Oh my god! Bling pick her up!”

“I got her!”

Bling wrapped Rica in his leather jacket and carried her out of the building with Kitty behind. Rica blacking in and out. When Rica hit the fresh air she saw her captive building for what it was, an abandoned metal press factory. Not big, but located away from everything.

“We gotta find the little girl.....The monster...took her..”

Rica barely whispered and Kitty heard her.

“Sssh Rica, don’t talk, we got you!”

Rica responded with a half awake, “I know,” and by the time Bling placed her in the truck, Rica blacked out.

Back in the Boiler Room

Ian panted as he stood over the bloody fat man. Tara gave him shit.

“Damn, Ian, you fucked him up! Now how we supposed to ask him any questions?”

Ian didn’t care.

“What the fuck would he know?... Hey look...he’s still breathing, if you still want to ask him somethin.”

“What’s he gonna tell me, he aint got a jaw no more, gimme that goddamn bat!”

Tara snatched the bat from Ian and the two sadist laughed at the fat man beneath them. Then Tara slapped Ian’s arm and told him.

“Yo E! Watch me tee off, I bet I get that knife out of his eye in one swing, hee hee!” Ian wanted in!

“Bullshit! Fifty bucks says you can’t do it!”

“You crazy! you just lost your fifty bucks, hmph, you should a bet a hundred!”

Tara kicked the fat man in the face.

“Hey, child rapist, you still there? You got anything left?”

The fat man, with his left eye, broken and bloody looked at Tara and groaned. That’s what Tara wanted.

“Don’t worry buddy, I’m gonna get that knife outta your eye…….In one swing, heh!”

Tara lined up the knife sticking out of the man’s eye, and swung the bat, Whack! Klink!

Rica’s boot knife ripped out of the man’s skull and hit the wall. The fat man cried in pain, but Tara and Ian laughed at him. Then kept him alive...for another thirty minutes.