Authors: Stavro Yianni
Tags: #Greek Cypriot, Supernatural Crime Thriller, Bling, Horror, Drugs, London, Revenge
Thanks to everyone who helped me in the production of this novel.
The Old Witch for all her harsh, but fair words.
Tim Dedopulous for his much needed input.
The talented Andy Fielding for his great front cover design
All the Yianni family and relations. A special thank you to George Yianni, whose untimely death unfortunately led to the inspiration for this novel. RIP dad…
DRUGS. HOES. MONEY.
—North London graffiti
Tony Savva was a dead man.
He drained his Beck’s, and slammed the empty down with all the others. The girls were all lined up like hunks of meat, a sea of brown tits and tight arses.
He picked one, and pointed at her. ‘You. 14. Come here.’
She nodded obediently. One of the others chattered that fucking slant eyed gibberish at her as she stepped down off the stage.
Tony sparked up a fag and looked round.
was buzzing; horny tourists with beer bellies and flip-flops, their skin as red as a lobster’s back, swarming around the stage, drooling like rabid dogs.
14 made it past them in one piece and to Tony’s table. She took a seat. Straight away, Tony reached out and grabbed a handful of supple Thai titty. She gave him a fake smile in return.
‘What’s your name?’ he asked her in an almost suspicious voice, glaring down at her.
‘Lucky,’ she replied, with a gleam in her eye.
Lucky? Yeah, I’m fucking blessed! If only you knew…
‘What your name?’ she asked in return.
‘Antoni Savva. But, you can call me Tony.’
she echoed in her cute Thai accent. ‘Where come from?’
Tony took a drag on his fag and breathed out the smoke from his lungs. ‘London.’
She gave him a sideways look. ‘You no look English.’
‘My roots are in Cyprus,’ he replied.
Lucky stared at him stupidly.
Tony wrenched up his shirt-sleeve, and showed her the tattoo on his upper arm. ‘Cyprus. Near Greece.’
‘Oh.’ She paused, stroked the design. ‘Why top have blood?’
‘Invaders. Killed my people, raped our women. They are still there.’
‘Oh,’ she said again, sounding thoughtful. Then: ‘Why come Thailand?’
I didn't have any fucking choice, did I?
‘Cos the beer’s cheap and the women are cheaper, Lucky!’
Tony shook his head.
—a fat monstrosity—stomped by and dropped off a fresh Beck’s with joyless fervour. Tony dropped a wad of notes into her tray. She nodded her head once, her huge nostrils flaring into bottomless pits, before marching off. Tony gave her the Nescafe shake over his shoulder.
Lucky swatted his clenched fist, giggling. ‘Stop this,’ she said. ‘You not bad man, you
. You know what this mean?’ Tony shook his head indifferently; he didn’t know and he didn’t really care.
‘This mean you have good heart. I see you. You act crazy, but you have good heart.’
Tony laughed to himself. ‘I don’t think so,’ he told her before he beckoned her with his finger.
She leant her ear in towards him, a look of anticipation on her face. When she was close enough, Tony’s face turned serious, but luckily for Lucky, she couldn’t see it. ‘I killed someone,’ he said to her in an emotionless whisper. ‘So, Lucky, I can’t have a good heart, can I? And yes, I
crazy, believe me. Fucking insane.’ He licked his lower lip as he leant back and relaxed; Lucky was rooted for a second or two, her arms crawling with gooseflesh, staring into space like she had just glimpsed through a black hole and seen Hell waiting on the other side. Tony watched her shiver and then come back to life from whatever daymare she was having. Her eyes met Tony’s; they were suddenly full of apprehension.
Tony put on a fake grin and winked; Lucky diverted her stare.
Just then the other girl he’d picked came back from talking to the dodgy
in the corner sporting a ponytail, goatee, and shades.
‘You get it?’ Tony asked her straight away.
She just pursed her lips and nodded her head downwards in one firm movement.
‘Good. Let’s get out of here.’ He stood up. ‘Oh, Lucky, meet Star,’ Tony said, looking from Star to Lucky, who had suddenly gone frosty.
She’ll warm up once I get my dick into her,
Tony thought and grinned. ‘Lucky. Star. Lucky Star! Must be my lucky day!’
He stubbed out his fag in the ashtray. ‘Go pay your bar fine,’ he ordered, throwing another wad of money on the table ‘And split what’s left between you, I’m feeling generous…’
The girls walked away twittering that slant eyed
to each other.
Tony shook his head as he watched them leave.
he said to the cheap disco lights overhead before he followed, gulping down his beer.
Tony jumped in the shower. He told Star to get the shit ready while he washed the outside stink and sweat off him; he was clucking and needed his fix. He let the cool water flow over his overheated body. It felt almost as good as a nice cold beer.
Ah, ten thousand Baht a month! Peanuts.
Shoulda cashed the jewels and come out here years ago. Fuck the oath, it meant nothing!
Fucking Nick Black. Fucking Judas!
He spat into the drain at the thought and watched his phlegm roll round and round with the flow of the water and disappear into the plughole.
Anyway, the past is the past, life’s a bitch and all the rest of it.
He turned his attention to more pressing matters. Tony turned off the shower and hopped out, wrapping a towel round his waist. He stopped in front of the mirror and stared at his reflection—his hairy tits were getting bigger and droopier, his gold
hanging on a chain round his neck sitting neatly between them. He sighed, grabbed a moob in each hand, and lifted them up, seeing if that made them look any better.
Soon, you’ll need a fucking bra, re…
he told himself. He smirked at the thought.
I’m growing tits and who gives a shit?
He slicked his hair back from the brow and stepped into his bedroom/front room to see Star rolling up a hundred Baht note, freshly cut lines of coke on the table ready and waiting in front of her.
Tony nodded in appreciation.
She sniffed up a line before handing the tubed note to Lucky. Lucky took it, put it up to her nose, and bent her head over the table. Tony smiled.
He heard Lucky sniff hard before he went over to join them. ‘Save some for me, you greedy bitches!’ he said as he shoved his way in between them. Lucky lifted her head up and stared at him. Her eyes were glazing and a lot of the frost from earlier had melted. Tony placed his index finger under her chin and tilted her face upwards to meet his stare; her eyes were now totally glazed. A smile flittered across her face as the coke went to work. Tony grinned and took the makeshift tooter off her.
Good shit, eh, Lucky?
He bent down and hoovered up his line like a pro, and then threw his head back. He instantly numbed. His body, his blood, his mind. Blissful numbness. No more thoughts. No more thinking. No more memories.
And now the party could start.
Star already had her top off and was removing her shorts. Tony pointed to the half-empty bottle of whisky sitting on his bedside cabinet. Lucky went and retrieved it. He threw off the cap and took a big gulp. His numbed throat felt no alcohol burn, so he swiftly had another.
Lucky laughed. ‘Slow down,’ she said to him. ‘You kill yourself.’
Tony flinched as if he had just received a lashing, and stood staring dumbly at her for a few seconds. ‘I died ages ago,’ he then replied without emotion. And then grinned again.
‘Me dead looooong time, baby,’
he said in a more jovial voice and handed the bottle to Lucky. ‘Here.’ Lucky took it from him and sniffed the contents. Her face scrunched up and she pulled away.
‘Come on, baby,’ Tony said, lifting the bottle up to her mouth. ‘Get it down you…’
Lucky took an apprehensive sip before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. ‘Ugh!’ she let out afterwards. Tony laughed. Star, now butt naked, came to join them, coming up behind Tony. Tony took the bottle from Lucky and held it over his shoulder. Star took a huge swig and let out a satisfied gasp afterwards.
‘Nice!’ Tony shouted. ‘You see how it’s done?’ he asked Lucky.
‘She crazy!’ Lucky replied.
Tony just laughed. Hands grabbed the towel round his waist and ripped it off him, throwing it to the floor. More hands then ran over his stomach and crotch, making him grin. He grabbed Lucky and pulled her in towards him. He kissed her, yanking her skirt down. In no time, Lucky was stripped and Tony was sandwiched between them. All three ran their hands all over each other’s sweaty bodies; working his cock trying to get it hard; fingers in pussies; taking it in turns to kiss, lick and suck.
He threw Lucky down on his bed; she hit the mattress with a yelp. He hooded up, went and flipped her over, and stuck his semi erect cock into her. He rode her doggy, the combination of the drugs and latex numbing most of, if not all of the pleasure; a dead wave of emotionless, robotic sex, just like on all those porn DVDs he used to get off his driving instructor. He pumped harder, working desperately to get something out of it, Lucky letting out a fake
to try and get him off quicker. Star was riding shotgun, massaging his left moob.
After a longish frenzy of sweat drenched thrusting, he finally managed to work his way up to a predictable, bog standard climax with girl number…
fifty? No, sixty? No, no…
He caught a glimpse of Lucky’s contorted face as his flaccid cock slipped out of her pussy and thought:
who fucking cares…?
Tony lay on his bed a few hours later, smoking a fag and staring out into the dark sky through his balcony window. He was on a coke comedown; Lucky Star lay sprawled on the bed, fast asleep, knackered. He smirked to himself and took another drag on his fag.
Tomorrow was visa run day. A royal pain in the
, but the alternative was getting holed up in a detention centre somewhere as an illegal alien.
The border was Hell; it put any London slum in check. Degenerates. Limbs cut off, begging for money. Once there was a bloke who Tony suspected had gouged his own eyes out to try and get sympathy cash. Looking at him reminded him of Taki.
Suddenly, he was having flashbacks to that night round the back of the church and it hurt his head.
It’s your fault,
Charlie said to him at the time.
It’s your fucking fault!
He did his best to wipe the image from his mind, but he couldn’t. Once it was there, it was hard to shift. Another line of coke would do the trick. He went and cut one up, and forced it into his numb nose. He stood upright and stared out into the balcony again. It looked so cool outside, so refreshing, so inviting; the sky dark, but friendly; enticing. The memories of Taki and the rest of it had been blotted temporarily, but not entirely banished. Maybe if he could give them to the sky… throw them away into the night sky, he could—
The phone on his bedside cabinet then began ringing, making him almost jump out of his skin. He spun round to face it and stared at it wide eyed like it was a ravenous crocodile. The girls squirmed in their sleep at the ringing sound, but they didn’t wake up.
Who the fuck is that ringing at this time?
he thought to himself with mild alarm.
But she usually called when it was daytime here. She knew the time difference,
why would she be ringing now?
The phone continued to ring.
Should I even answer it?
He rubbed his head for a second, and then stepped over to it. With a now shaking hand
(Why am I nervous?)
he picked up the receiver and placed it next to his ear.
He paused for a second, breath baited, staring at the two girls on the bed, sweat starting to form on his forehead. ‘Hello?’ he said quietly into the receiver.
It wasn’t Maria after all, but a man’s voice, clear as a bell, and for a second or two his mind worked crazily because he thought it was
; almost certain. His heart leapt up into his throat and he could taste it—a hot doughy ball of lead. But, once the initial shock passed, the voice registered in his mind. It was someone he knew, in the life before.
It was a question more than anything, just to make sure, make sure it really was Charlie and not
‘Yeah, it’s me, Tone.’
Tony breathed deep; relieved. ‘Thank fuck it’s you, Charlie,’ he gasped. Then slightly confused: ‘Where did you get this number—’
‘Tony, listen to me.’
There was another long pause, and Tony stopped talking and listened, his eyes scanning the darkness of his room.