Authors: Max Freedom

The Hitman's Last Job (13 page)

All he wanted
was to grab a beer and get some sleep but here he was carpooling
with a psychopath on the hunt for a runaway hit man. If anybody
came out alive from this scenario it would be a miracle.
Jorge was
looking straight ahead into the night with his hands loosely on the
wheel. He was also getting anxious with the lack of sleep and he
bent over and rifled through the glovebox for some cigarettes.

“
Fuck man, I’m all out,”

But Jerry held
up one of his and Jorge took it from his chubby fingers with his
thin lips. He expertly lit the end while driving.

“
So you have no luck with Carl’s old man?” Jerry
wondered.

“
That pussy just cried for three days. Didn’t tell me shit,”
Jorge was furious and spat out the words.

“
Bummer,” Jerry yawned and scrubbed at his face with his meaty
hands. “So are we nearly there yet?”

“
What are you? A kid?” Jorge smiled wryly.

“
You shut the hell up,”

And silence
resumed to the car. After a long while Jerry grew irritated and he
switched on the radio. But being in the middle of nowhere all they
could pick up was a late night local radio station. The dulcet
tones of two faceless killjoys spoke solemnly about local crime
rates.

“…
and cars are being burned out too James. I mean one was found
just recently,” a woman’s voice was borderline
delirious.

“
That’s right Suzanne. Looks like the work of upstate vandals
that have spurned their decadent vehicles on our land and set them
on fire,”

Jorge and
Jerry turned to each other with sheer amusement in their eyes.

“
What the fuck is this shit?” Jorge pointed his cigarette at
the radio.

Jerry turned
it back off preferring the silence.

“
Upstate vandals,” and he shook his head.

“
Hey,” Jorge pointed to a sign that was hung back in the
bushes.

It read Gibson
Rd and Jerry finally perked up.

“
Finally!”

“
Yup. So four miles from here,” and they carried on.

Jorge sped up
for the last stretch of road and was driving so fast that he nearly
missed the turn off for the Evergreen Motel. He screeched to a halt
at the last minute and they jumped out.

“
Right, Jorge I want you to look around. I’m gonna go have a
little chat with the manager,”

Jorge nodded
and they went their separate ways. The motel was a clean and quaint
building that had none of the usual sleaziness of its urban
counterparts. It was instead surrounded by a beautiful forest and a
multitude of flowers were outside each door in little hanging
baskets. He wondered how a man like Reiner would have been accepted
here with his hostage in tow. It looked like the kinda place where
everyone noticed everything.
The bell above
the door rang as Jerry entered the reception. A short, obese man
with an asymmetrical toupee was behind the desk. He smiled
awkwardly as Jerry approached.

“
How can I help sir? We have basic rooms starting from $49.99
or….”

“
No I’m not looking for a room,” Jerry interrupted.

It took the
manager aback and he stood slack jawed for a moment.

“
Are you police?” was all he could think to say to the
intimidating man

“
Er…. Yeah…. I’m police. Chicago PD,” he placed his hand into
his jacket as if he was going to pull out his ID but he
didn’t.

“
Chicago? What are you doing down here?”

Jerry didn’t
have a good answer for that so he began talking quickly and
gesticulating his hands wildly.

“
We’re looking for guy who was seen staying here a couple
nights back, a Carl Reiner. Does the name ring a bell?”

“
Hmmmm…. It does not,” the little manager shook his head
nervously.

“
Well can you check your book?”

“
Sure. Two seconds,” and he started to flick through pages of
names. “Nope, no Carl Reiner,” he finally concluded.

“
May I?” Jerry held the edge of the book to signify he was
taking it with or without permission.

He traced a
finger down the middle of the pages to try and see a name that
stuck out. Eventually he found one.

“
Joe Adonis!” Jerry was outraged. “You didn’t think a name like
that was suspicious?” he angrily chucked the book back at the
manager.

“
Wha…. Who…. Who’s Joe Adonis?” he stuttered.

“
Are you serious? Please don’t tell me you’re being serious!
Joe Adonis was one of the most infamous Mafia hitmen of all time.
Freakin’ Joe Adonis,” and Jerry shook his head in
disbelief.

“
Why would I know who that is?” the manager was deeply
confused.

Jerry just
looked to him with sheer hatred.

“
Anyway... He still here?”

“
No! Actually he and his girlfriend did a runner,”

“
Oh yeah? Where to?”

“
I have no idea!” the manager shrugged.

“
Hmmm. So that’s it?”

“
I assume so. The last I saw of them they were running out of
their room with their belongings,”

“
Did you notice anything else? Jerry prodded for more
information.

“
No… I mean they left the TV on in their room but that’s no big
deal,”

“
What was on?”

“
Eh?”

“
What was on the TV when they left?”

“
Well I went in to check the room was ok and I saw that they’d
left the news on,”

“
Hmmmm….” Jerry thought hard. “So you think it was something on
the news that made them run?”

“
Again I’m sorry. I have no idea,” the manager swallowed
nervously.

Jerry was
scratching his chin in thought. They must have seen the reports of
their previous motel being burned down. There was no other reason
they’d flee while the news was on. They must have thought they were
being threatened.

“
Ok thanks. But one last thing,”

“
Yes?”

“
Which direction did they run?”

“
That way,” the manager pointed south. “In the direction of the
Richardson neighbourhood,”

“
Is there anything special about the place?” Jerry asked as he
stifled a yawn.

“
Not really. Just a rundown area with loads of foreclosed
houses,”

“
Ok thank you for your time. Appreciated.” and Jerry turned to
leave.

But as he put
his hand on the door handle there was an almighty scream.
CHAPTER 17
Anna thought
the night was passing too quickly. She looked to Carl as he sat in
bed beside her and saw the stress on his face. More than anything
she wanted to hold him and make him believe his sacrifice was worth
it. She’d be lying if she said in her moments of doubt she hadn’t
wondered whether he should have killed her or not. Now he was in
all this trouble and it was because of her and the kindness in his
heart.
She leaned
into his side and watched the flicker of the TV screen against the
pale skin of his chest. She didn’t know what they were watching and
she didn’t much care. She just wanted to feel like she was doing
something normal.
Carl put his
arm around her, and kissed the top of her head.

“
You OK sweetheart?” he asked while knowing full well she was
not.

“
Yeah… As ok as I’ll ever be I guess,”

“
Is there anything I can do to make you ok?” he stroked her
arm.

“
Just hold onto me as tight as you can,”

“
That I CAN do,” and he wrapped her up in his arms and pulled
the covers up over their heads.

He kissed her
softly, moving downwards steadily.
Anna wriggled
as she felt the softness of his lips tickle her skin. She squirmed
for a second but then stopped as she felt his mouth drift over the
top of her panties. Then she felt his strong fingers pull them to
the side and she felt the pleasure of his tongue run slickly over
her slippery lips. She groaned and flung her head back.

“
Fu…..uck!” she screamed as he hit a sensitive spot.

Her legs
quivered as her thighs contracted around Carl as she reached orgasm
quickly. He pulled the covers back and took a deep breath. He
kissed her softly and then lay beside her.

“
What about your turn?” she asked.

“
No. Tonight can be all about you.” he breathed into the side
of her neck.

He brushed her
hair back as he stroked her head and soon she could feel her
eyelids grow heavy.

“
Carl?” she asked with a yawn. “What do you see in
me?”

“
What do you mean?” he kissed her on the shoulder.

“
I mean… like what do you actually like about me?”

“
I like just about everything,” he spoke honestly.

And she could
hear a genuine quality to his voice. Finally, feeling safe and free
she relaxed into his arms and fell asleep.
~
When Jerry
exited the reception the first thing he saw was Jorge running for
his life. His nimble and fast legs were carrying him at speed as
his snakeskin boots crackled on the gravel. Behind him was a burly
man wearing nothing but socks and boxer shorts. He was trying his
best to keep up with Jorge and was maniacally swinging a bike
chain.

“
What the actual fuck?” Jerry was flummoxed.

The manager
was close behind him and looked panic stricken at the scene
unfolding in front of him.

“
Hey!” the manager shouted. “The police are here!”

And the two
men stopped dead in their tracks.

“
Yeah police!” Jerry shouted while looking Jorge dead in the
eye.

The man with
the bike chain looked mildly embarrassed but he stepped forward and
eventually dropped his weapon.

“
This fucker was looking in through the window as I was having
sex with my girlfriend!”

Jerry looked
to his partner with a look of total exhaustion.

“
Well I’ll take it from here,” and he walked over to Jorge and
held his arms from behind. “You’re comin’ with me pal,” he said in
his best cop voice while bundling him into his own Buick and
driving away.

“
What the fuck man?” Jorge was livid. “You’re police
now?”

“
Yeah sure I’m police. What the fuck were YOU doin?”

“
I was lookin’ around like you said!”

“
Whatever. Did you see anything?”

“
Nah. He’s definitely long gone from here. But I did find
this?” he pulled something metallic out of his jacket
pocket.

“
What are those? Dog tags?” Jerry tried to focus on them while
driving.

“
Yup,” and Jorge dangled them even closer to Jerry’s face. “And
it has his name right on them?”

“
You’re kiddin’ me!”

“
Look!”

Jerry
screeched to a halt in the middle of the empty road. And Jorge was
right. Carl Reiner’s name was etched expertly into the dog
tags.

“
Where the fuck you find these?”

“
Outside that maniac’s room, in the gravel. He must have
dropped it as he ran away,”

“
He couldn’t have got very far without his car though could
he?”

And he looked
ahead into Richardson.
CHAPTER 18
The Texan sun
was beaming like heaven through the tall windows of the penthouse
suite. Anna had slept soundly but as she woke up she was confused
as to where she was. It took her a moment to recognize the room.
Carl was at the window looking out to the city with a cup of coffee
in one hand. He had a serious expression on his face as he stood in
deep thought and Anna thought it was best to not disturb him.
Eventually though he sensed she was awake and turned to her.

“
I thought you were still asleep,” he yawned and sipped at his
coffee.

“
Hmmmmm….” She stretched out on the bed and hoped he’d come
back and join her.

“
How do you look so beautiful first thing in the morning?” he
walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

Running a
finger down the side of her face he felt her perfect, porcelain
complexion.

“
Won’t you come back to join me?” she grinned
cheekily.

“
How could I not,” he smiled and jumped under the
covers.

For a long
while they kissed and held each other. They savoured the moment and
pressed themselves to each other’s bodies. Anna loved the feeling
of his strong and sturdy hands on her body and she let them roam
freely. As he nuzzled into her neck his cupped her breasts gently
and pinched softly at a nipple. She immediately gasped and opened
her legs. He rolled on top and grew hard as he felt her wetness
soak through her panties and onto him.

“
You’re ready so soon,” he whispered into her ear.

“
I can’t help it. You’re so perfect,” and she rose her hips up
to meet his.

They kissed
softly as they moved their bodies together. It wasn’t long until
they climaxed in unison and wrenched themselves apart as they
gasped for breath. Anna looked out to the clear sky and wondered
what it covered. Grabbing the bed sheets she wound them around
herself and walked to the tall windows.

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