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Authors: Alex Richardson,Lu Ann Wells

The Corner III (No Way Out)

 

 

 

The Corner III

No Way Out

 

by

 

Alex Richardson

 

 

 

 

This is a work of fiction. The author has invented the characters. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

 

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Author: Alex Richardson

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Edited by: Lu Ann Wells

Cover Models: Jasmine Williams, Malachi Morris III                                   John Ramos Sr. and Jasmine Williams

Copyright © 2012 by Alex Richardson. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without the written permission from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages to be printed in a newspaper or a magazine.

 

 

 

 

 

1

“You are going to die, the question is how painful”—CHAVEZ

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Slim, LaTanza and Bone sat at the large cherry wood table as Dmitri Sokolov’s maid served them Russian Stolichnaya Elit, one of the world’s most expensive vodkas. The African-American hustlers were used to drinking top shelf liquor, but had not indulged in the best Russia had to offer. They were told by Dmitri that this was one of the best vodkas they would ever taste, and they welcomed the Russian underboss’ hospitality. The gangsters toasted their partnership. One that would have them buying all of their drugs from the Russians. Slim knew it was a dangerous move since the Russians were no joke—they were about their business. Gangsters who didn’t tolerate fuck-ups. The bottom line, if you don’t have their money, they kill you, your mother and would dig up your dead daddy and kill him again just to prove a point to others. The three leaders of the city’s drug trade collectively got into bed with the Russians to receive an incredibly low price on their drugs, but Slim made sure that it was separate on paying back the Russians. Dmitri made the points on the shipments slightly higher, but Slim didn’t care. He wasn’t going to take a chance on Bone or LaTanza deciding not to pay their share because Dmitri would send a hit squad to deal with all three of them. Bottom line, the three of them were like a couple who were sleeping in bed together, but weren’t fucking.

They drank the vodka, and Dmitri’s right hand man, who only went by his last name, Kozlov, poured another round. Bone had sized up Kozlov the minute they entered Dmitri’s family room. He was about six-four and a rock solid two-fifty. He had a scar flowing down his strong jaw line, and the hint of grey hair and age line on his face told that the man was in his forties.

“This is going to be a great partnership, my friends. I see great things in our future,” Dmitri said then raised his glass.

This oyster eating mahfuckah drinks this damn vodka like water. I need me some fucking Hennessy!
Bone thought to himself. At first, Bone wasn’t on board with collaborating, but when he saw what the prices were going to be for the drugs and saw his profits would triple for the year, he jumped at the chance. The thing was he had planned to get out of the game. His little brother had been shot and killed months ago while trying to hustle in the city of Gary and it hit him hard. His uncle convinced him to stack his money for a year and get out before he was dead or in jail. Bone’s plan was to get a couple of million put away and retire down south away from everyone. His uncle had land in Mississippi, and they were going to live life doing absolutely nothing but fishing and fucking. No big elaborate house, just something nice so his money would stretch a lifetime.

LaTanza, on the other hand, didn’t care too much for the deal, but Lucky paid her husband, Carlos, the boss of the Fuentes’ cartel, a visit at Terre Haute Federal Penitentiary and convinced him that this was the best way, and he ordered his wife to take the deal. That the Russians agreed to deal on a yearly basis and when they were ready to get out, all was good. Carlos knew if they were making the Russians serious money that they wouldn’t let them walk away so easily, so he and Lucky made an agreement that when the time came, if the Russians didn’t let them end their contract, they would join forces and get out the gangster way.

Slim swallowed his shot then said, “We still have that other thing.”

Dmitri smiled at Koslov then turned his attention back to Slim. “My friend, that thing is being taken care of as we speak.”

Dmitri and Slim were speaking of Slim still owing the Italian mob millions. Each year they were adding a tax on the one million dollars Slim had owed them, but Slim refused to pay on the strength that when he was going to pay—the Capo Tommy Giadano wasn’t having it. He tried to tax Slim and had Slim’s life-long friend, Skills, killed while he sat in prison. Once Giadano pulled that unnecessary act of violence, there was no way Slim was going to pay him. While Slim was out of the country in hiding, he met Dmitri in the Cayman Islands, and they hit it off. Once the gangsters were comfortable with each other, Dmitri promised Slim a profitable and safe partnership. He also said that he had the power and muscle to get the mob out of Slim’s hair—the easy or the hard way.

“It’s being taking care of, is that right?” Slim asked with a raised brow.

“Come,” Dmitri said as he motioned with his hand for the three to follow.

LaTanza adjusted her pants suit and grabbed her handbag.

Bone, who was surprisingly dressed in crisp two-hundred dollar jeans, five hundred dollar snake-skinned shoes and a button-down, asked, “Where we off to?”

“A little show. You Americans like shows, no?”

“As long as it’s a good one,” Bone said as he grabbed the bottle of vodka and topped off his glass.

Koslov simply shook his head at the low-class move as he opened the door of the great room and held it open for the three to follow Dmitri. They walked down a hallway that was lit by the picture lights illuminating various artworks of people, buildings and ships of Russia hanging on the wall.

Dmitri stopped at a door, and as he grabbed the handle, he turned to his friends and said, “This will show you that I mean what I say and I say what I mean.” He locked eyes with Slim. “This is the first step to your problems being solved, my comrade.”

He opened the door and they followed him down the stairs to a brightly lit basement. Stretched out on the table was an Italian man. When Slim got past all the half-inch slits on the man’s face, that were leaking blood, he noticed who the man was. Dmitri slapped the man on the cheek. “Do you know who I am? No, I didn’t think so.” He pointed to Slim. “You know who this man is, no?”

The man, whose name was Gino Marcelli, smiled and laughed, “Is this what this is about? You raw fish egg eating bastards are in bed with these niggers?” He spit a chunk of phlegm at Dmitri.

The spit hit the underboss on his black suit jacket. One of the muscular soldiers slammed his heavy fist down on Gino’s rib cage for the disrespectful act.

“Ahh,” Gino moaned then laughed. “The Giadanos will be on your asses for this!”

Not phased, Dmitri asked, “We’ve only put superficial wounds on you for a reason. So I’m going to ask one time and one time only before I use force to get what I want. Where do I find your Capo Tommy?”

“Fuck you!” Gino spat. “Do what you gotta do. Gino is loyal, not like you faggot Russians getting in bed with some coon ass niggers!”

Dmitri asked, “You call me a faggot, no?” He gave a hard wave to one of his soldiers.

The man quickly tied a rope around Gino’s thick ankles and another soldier, who sported a black crew cut and was just as muscle-bound as the other, slid the gurney-style table toward a long black curtain. Crew cut looked at his boss, and Dmitri nodded. The soldier threw the rope over a pole that was on the high ceiling then attached it to a wench that was bolted to the floor. He pressed the on button and the wench began turning, and it slowly pulled Gino feet first off the table as the other soldier pulled the curtain back exposing a tank with about one hundred Amazon River Piranhas. Gino, for the first time, was showing some nervousness.

Dmitri said, “Now you will understand what my, as you call it, ‘faggot ass’, do to people who don’t answer or respect me.”

Dmitri nodded to the man controlling the wench, he pressed a button and it slowly lowered Gino’s body. The carnivorous fish began to swim wildly, pooling below Gino.

Gino jerked his body and screamed, “You son-of-a-bitch! You are gonna pay!” His head was a foot from the water when he screamed, “No, no, nooo—” The water drowned out his cries, and the blood that was on his face from the cuts washed in the water and that sent all the flesh eating fish into a feeding frenzy.

Only Gino’s head was in the water, and it was only for a few seconds. Dmitri yelled, “Bring him up!”

A couple of piranhas were hanging onto Gino’s face. He was still alive, but his face was mutilated. The piranhas worked quickly, and if Gino’s head had been in the water long enough, the fish would have cleaned all the flesh from his face.

Dmitri turned to his three new business partners and asked, “What do you think?”

Calmly, Slim answered, “You proved your point.”

LaTanza, who had no expression on her face, knew Dmitri figured with her being a woman she would be the weakest of the three. She answered, “I would have dipped his entire body in the tank.”

Dmitri looked at Bone and asked, “And you, how do you feel?”

Bone smiled, “It’s all in the game, bruh.”

Dmitri grinned. “Get him down. Take him to Little Italy and dump him on the street in front of his social club so his comrades can see him. He’s breathing enough to tell his people who did this terrible thing to him.”

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