8 comments/ 106261 views/ 7 favorites Tell Him Valdez is Coming By: jjsharshaw Nelson Crow robbed banks for a living. He enjoyed his work. It was relaxing and he was very good at it. He was like the famous Willy Sutton; he robbed banks because "that's where the money is." And in between jobs, given his past career, he tried to live the life of shibumi after he read the book by Trevanian. From the Mississippi River to the Pacific, over four years his take was $12.5 million from 42 banks. In all his jobs only two citizens and four police officers were injured; none killed. It was a safety record for which he was proud. Crow did not like violence though a limited amount of violence, or at least the perception of violence, was a necessity in his line of work. Crow set aside 15 percent of every job for "pain and suffering" to give to anyone injured on one of his jobs. He also set aside 10 percent of every job to give to a church charity, usually a homeless shelter in the city he had hit. Despite Nelson Crow's ethical banditry the FBI was not amused. And the FBI had no idea who their uber bank robber was they were severely frustrated. Unfortunately for Crow someone did learn his identity. Unfortunately, it wasn't the FBI or local authorities that found out; it was a crime boss in Memphis. A crime boss who thought he'd found the goose that laid the golden egg. Crow was an independent operator; he worked for no one but himself except as personal favors and he paid tribute to no one unless he decided he wanted to. ~~~~~~~~~~ "Here's the deal Mr. Crow: you work for me. I give you 40 percent of the take and the FBI is none the wiser to your identity." "Let me offer you a counter proposal: I'll do one job for you, give you the entire haul and the FBI is none the wiser to your activities. I understand more than bank robbery the FBI hates white slavery and the DEA hates facilitating drug distribution for the Mexican cartels." The boss looked at Crow for a long time then laughed. "Nice bluff, Mr. Crow. Ballsy, I'll give you that. But I don't think so. The FBI likes evidence. So does the DEA. Whatever you've heard is just that, hearsay." "As far as you know." The boss knew he'd just been threatened. "Tell you what," Crow said, trying to change the atmosphere, "let's just agree that we're not compatible working together and part as professionals, keeping each others' 'trade secrets'." The boss smiled a smile that Crow immediately took as insincere, "Well," he raised his hand in resignation, "Okay. But I think I could improve your life significantly. It's a shame. But, hey, que sera sera, eh?" "Yeah, que sera sera. Thank you." ~~~~~~~~~~ A week after Crow's meeting with the crime boss, while Crow was out of town, a group of men paid a call at his home. Joanie had just gotten out of the shower when the doorbell rang. She padded to the front door in a thick terrycloth robe, her short red hair wet and slicked back. She looked through the peephole and saw a man in a suit. It was 9:15 in the morning. "Who is it?" "FBI, ma'am, please open the door." "Put your badge up to the peephole." The agent complied. The ID and badge looked legit so she opened the door. As soon as the door was opened the FBI agent pushed her violently away from the door and onto the floor. Eight other men swarmed in the house, the last man closing the door. Joanie made no move to get up. She gathered her robe around her throat and kept her legs together as she looked up at the men standing around her. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, your call," the FBI guy said. "Just a wild guess but you're not FBI," Joanie said, nonplussed. "Good guess." "Crow's not home." "We know. Right now he's scouting a bank in suburban Chicago. So the easy way or the hard way?" Joanie was defiant and didn't answer. This brought a kick to her side by one of the other men and as she curled in pain the fake FBI agent punched her in the face, knocking her out. "I was hoping she'd take the hard way," the man said to his companions with a smirk. Joanie Mathis was Crow's live in girlfriend - of 15 years. Privately, Joanie told their friends that Crow had "commitment issues." But for all intents and purposes and under the common law of the state of Missouri, they were husband and wife. And they were deeply in love. Joanie was the one thing from Crow's past life that made everything else "right" for him. Tall, willowy, fair skinned, red hair and, according to Crow, "a very big brain." She kept him sane, kept his past demons from devouring him. She was, quite literally, his anchor in life. Though anyone who knew Nelson Crow or "Bob Valdez," the name he used in his past career, would never suspect that Nelson Crow needed an anchor. Joanie awoke violently to severe pain and extreme pleasure. She was in her bed, kneeling, her hands spread wide and handcuffed to the headboard. A cock was in her ass, its owner holding her tightly by the hips and jerking her back and forth violently with his rapid thrusting. Despite the pain, she felt an orgasm start to build. She was on the edge. A hand in her short-cropped hair violently hauled her head back, arching her neck, and then she heard a 'pop.' She recognized the smell of the amyl nitrate popper as it coursed through her lungs, hit her blood stream and exploded in her brain, took her over the edge and multiplied the pleasure of her orgasm 100 fold. As she sagged in her orgasmic stupor she felt the man pull out and another immediate replace him. The replacement had a different idea for the doggy position: he hauled her back by the hips so that her legs, sex and belly were flat on the bed and her upper body was hung, stretched out by the restraint of the handcuffs. The man sat on her legs right behind her ass and drilled into her. Her scream was muffled as the hand in her hair pulled her head to the side where her mouth met cock. The cock pushed past her lips and into her mouth and went as deeply as it could before she gagged. In gagging she had bitten down on the cock unintentionally and this immediately brought a yelp of pain from the sodomizer and another punch to her jaw followed by the black relief of unconsciousness. After the nine men were done with her they uncuffed her and left her lying on her back, unconscious, obscenely sprawled like a broken doll. Both her eyes were blackening; a vicious looking bruise was forming over her ribs and cum mixed with blood oozed from her mouth, cunt and ass. The last man out of the room made a call from the phone at the bedside table. ~~~~~~~~~~ Crow's cell phone rang. The caller ID said it was home. "Hey lover, what's up?" There was a male voice on the line. The accent was thickly southern. "Mr. Crow, you might want to come home. Joanie isn't feeling well." "Who..." The line went dead. Crow dialed the number again and got a telephone company recording that said the line was a problem on the line. Crow dialed a friend. "Hi, Rita, it's Nelly. Could you do me a big favor?" "Sure Nelly, what's up?" "I just got a very strange call from home. I'm in Chicago. Could you go check on Joanie? I think something's wrong." "Uh, sure, Nelly." "Rita, uh, be careful. If it looks like anyone is there other than Joanie, don't go in, just call me immediately." "I'll get Harry to send a couple of the boys." "Okay, but, uh, I want you to go with them. I think Joanie may need you." "You're scaring me Nelly." "Yeah. I think we need to be scared. Call me." "Sure." Rita was Rita Cukjati, the wife of Harry Cukjati, a capo in a mob family in Kansas City. The Cukjati's and Crow were friends and the family that Harry worked for provided some protection to Crow because the family liked his style. They thought Crow was a standup guy. ~~~~~~~~~~ "Nelly, Harry. You sittin' down, buddy?" "Jesus Harry, tell me this isn't going to be as bad as I think it is." "Wish I could but I can't. Rita's with Joanie at KU Med. Aside from some bad bruises, two black eyes, a sore jaw and some deep bruises around her, uh, privates, she's okay. "Joanie said there were eight or nine guys. Two or three crackers and the rest were Mes'cans. I don't think I need to say more, do I?" There was a long silence and then Crow answered, "No, Harry, I get the picture." "Uh, Nelly, what you gonna do? Who were these sick fucks?" "What do you know about Anthony "Little Tony" Speezio out of Memphis?" "Fuckin' piece of shit out of some fuckin' pig's ass. Gives us all a bad name. Runs drugs and white women; slaver, you know? He did this?" "Yeah, I think so. We had a little, uh, encounter in Memphis a week ago. He knew about my profession somehow. I know about his activities, in fact I got some video that would end his career, maybe his life, pretty quickly if the wrong people saw it. "Is he protected?" "Fuck no, not by any of the Italians. There's sort of a Mes'can standoff between him, the Columbians and the Mes'cans. "Couple of years ago Tony fucked the Columbians big time and the only reason he still breathes air is that someone down in Mes'co is guaranteeing his safety. The Columbians and Mes'cans don't want to go to war over this so the sick fuck still breathes." "Hmmmm. Okay. I'm headed to Memphis. Tell Joanie I love her and give her whatever she needs, okay? I owe you." "Nelly, uh," Harry sounded nervous, "I understand your feelin's on this but uh, keep your head man. This could just be the opening act. You don't want to fuck with Tony and I don't think Mike can do anything more than hide you if push comes to shove, if you know what I mean? It's not that Tony's the problem it's just that we don't need to get crossways with our friends south of the border." "I understand Harry. You ever known me to lose my cool?" "You're the coolest Nelly. Just watch your ass." "Thanks, take care of Joanie for me." "Sure thing." ~~~~~~~~~~ Nelson Crow had not survived so long in his current profession, or in his previous profession as a freelance counter-terrorist in Europe and the third world, if he had not had a cool head. When he boarded the plane in Chicago he was absolutely cold inside. At a phone in the Memphis airport he made a call to Little Tony. "Speezio residence, may I help you?" It was the maid. "Tell Tony that Valdez is coming." "Excuse me..." The line went dead. "Mabel, who was on the phone?" "I don't know Mr. Speezio. It was a man." "Yeah? So, what'd he say? Probably a fuckin' telemarketer callin' at dinner." "I don't know Mr. Speezio. All he said was 'Tell him Valdez is coming.'" "Valdez is coming? What the fuck?" Tony laughed with a mouthful of steak, "Burt Lancaster, playing a Mexican, coming on a horse to see me? Isn't he dead?" But dinner guest, Pete Domenico, one of Little Tony's lieutenants felt uneasy. "Uh, Tony, remember Al said he'd heard our Kansas City associate worked around before getting into the banking business and thought he went by Valdez?" Little Tony stopped chewing his steak and looked into space for a minute then he turned to his wife, Elaine. "Lainie, why don't you take Maria out to the farm tomorrow? Spend a few days, you know, doin' girl things. She's headed back to school next week isn't she?" "Tony," Elaine was slightly shocked, "I thought we were all going to paint the town while Maria was back home. What gives?" "Ah," he waved his knife as he stabbed his steak with the fork, "I just been thinkin' you two don't spend enough time together." "Tony..." "Elaine, please, just do it." Tony said, gently but firmly. "Sure Tony. You need some time for Mr. Valdez?" "Maybe." ~~~~~~~~~~ Crow arrived in Memphis on a Tuesday evening and promptly disappeared. After dinner on that Tuesday night, with Pete Domenico at his side, Little Tony tried to call the cell number he had for Crow. It was no longer in service. A call to Crow's house got an associate of Harry Cukjati's who told Little Tony that Crow no longer lived at this address and he suggested looking him up in Memphis. Little Tony then called Al, one of his soldiers. He did not like what he heard. "Well Tony, you know, I can't be for sure...you know what I told you in our meeting. I heard that this banker had been some sort of hired gun, a spook or something like that. Had quite a rep in certain parts of the third world." "What the fuck you sayin' Al, this guy a hitter?!" "Well, uh, he did whatever he was paid to do. Remember about five years ago that family war on Corsica?" "Yeah." "Well, my guy tells me he thought our banker was responsible for ending it. You know, 24 people in a village was executed, men, women and children. Pretty much wiped out one side of the war in one night." Little Tony was angry and frightened simultaneously. "Your guy, your guy! Fuckin' gossip!" "Tony, look, I'm only tellin' you what I heard but my source is pretty solid." "And your guy said this banker went by Valdez?" "Yeah." "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" ~~~~~~~~~ On Friday night, in a warehouse along the river, Helena Melindez sat tied, wrists and ankles, to a chair under a bright medical style lamp. "Do you any fucking idea who the Fuck you're fucking with?!" She spat with fury at Crow. Crow looked disinterestedly at the woman and spoke quietly and calmly while setting up a video camera on a tripod. "You're Helena Melindez, wife of Caesar Melindez, lieutenant of the Juarez Cartel and associated with Little Tony Speezio. "You're 32 years old, a former junkie and hooker from Juarez that Caesar plucked off the street, against the wishes of his family, and cleaned up and married. "Because of your former profession giving you repeated doses of the clap you developed pelvic inflammatory disease and can't have children, a point which is a constant embarrassment to Caesar. "Have I pretty much got it correct?" The woman stared in disbelief, her anger cooled significantly. "Ye...Yes." Then in a flash of anger, "Caesar will come after you, you pig! He'll come after you and fucking kill you, puta!" "Hmmmm, well, maybe. "Then again, maybe not. I hear Yelina Salinas is running the Cartel as of a few weeks ago. I hear she's a tough boss. I hear that there's bad blood between the Melindez family and the Salinas'. So, Caesar's kinda of in a precarious position. "And, he won't be going to Little Tony, at least not for help, when he learns that Little Tony is the cause of his family problems, vis-a-vis your impending rape." The woman stared at Crow totally bewildered. Crow rolled a small table next to her chair, pulled up a stool and sat down. On the table the woman saw a tourniquet, alcohol swabs, band-aids, a drug vial and syringe. Her eyes were wide in terror. "I thought you said you were going to rape me. What's...what's with the, uh, dope?" The woman spoke quietly, fear replacing the rage in her voice. "I'm not a total monster, at least in my current profession. I thought I'd take the edge off of this unpleasant experience for you." Crow held up the vial, "Some of your husband's product; high grade shit. "Do you have a preferred vein?" The woman's body was now shaking; tears were welling up in her eyes. "Please," her voice a trembling whisper, "I have money of my own. I'll pay any price; name it, just don't shoot me up. It took so long and it was so hard to get clean. You have no idea..." Crow's voice was quiet and gentle, "Actually, Mrs. Melindez, I do." He reached out and touched her cheek. Her trembling increased. "I spent a few years in the Golden Triangle working for Khun Sa. I don't remember a lot about my time there because if I didn't have a needle in my arm I was smoking an opium pipe. "My most vivid memories of that time come from a stinking Bangkok slum where I was forcibly detoxed by agents of the U.S. Government. "I remember the agony, the cramps, the sweats, the shakes, the delirium. God, there was a time I thought I would never stop throwing up or having diarrhea. I think the diarrhea was more from the dysentery than withdrawal but, hey. Occasionally I will wake up in the night in a cold sweat from a nightmare about that time. So I know your fear. "You don't know my pain though, not that it matters. And not that it will matter in a few minutes but I am sorry for what's going to happen to you tonight. Relatively speaking, you're innocent. "Shit, unfortunately, happens." Helena Melindez began to cry quietly and beg. "Please, please don't do this to me...please, I beg you." Crow took her forearm in his hand and lightly caressed the soft skin on the underside of her arm looking for a vein. "There's a good one, Helena. I bet I make it on the first stick." He smiled at her, caressed her face again and whispered, as comfortingly as he could, "You need to relax and this will all be over before you know it. We're going to make a little movie for Caesar and his boys. "Believe it or not, I think the only ones who are going to enjoy this night is my associate Romy and his crew. "Isn't that right Romy?" "Fuckin' A, boss man. I purely do likes to fuck me them Mes'can bitches. Only thing be sweeter is rich white college pussy, ya know? The crew and me gonna have some prime bonin' tonight, yes sir, yes sir. She be some fine meat, yes sir. Fine, fine fuck meat, yes sir." Romy laughed; in Helena's ears it was the laugh of a demon. Helena's mouth was open in mute horror as she watched a huge black man appear from the shadows and rest his arm on top of the video camera. She turned back to Crow, the horror distorting her beautiful face. She started to plead but while she was busy being terrorized by the new prospect of being gang raped by a gang of black men Crow put the tourniquet on her arm and stuck her with the needle. As the smack hit her blood she stared at Crow in silent terror until Crow saw the glaze come over her eyes and her lids fall, half covering her eyes. She tilted her head, still staring at him, mouth open. She drooled a bit and then sagged back in her chair and moaned quietly - in pleasure. Romy came over from the camera and loosely held her bound wrist, feeling for a pulse and then he checked her carotid pulse. She looked up at him and smiled slightly in her drugged haze. "Jesus Nelly, how much you give her? She looks pretty gorked." Romy suddenly had a crisp British accent; dropping the Memphis gangbanger slang that he introduced himself with. "Enough. She'll be fine. Okay, here's the play: You're going to play cameraman. I'm going to have my way with her. And if you promise to be gentle, you can have a turn." Back in his gangbanger accent, "Homes, yo, I always bes gentle wit the Mes'can bitches." Crow looked at Romy and spoke quietly and distinctly, "Romy, you know, the 'banger talk is getting annoying." Romy laughed and back in his native British, "But it's good though, right?" "Definitely Academy Award material. So...We'll get us on tape and then you bring your crew in and have them gather around her, dicks in hand, for the final shot." Crow started to undress while Romy went to the camera. "Okay, we're rolling in three-two-one." Without turning to face the camera Crow advanced on Helena while talking. "Caesar, I'm going to have a little fun with your wife; my associates and I, actually. Then you can have her back. No ransom or anything. "In case you are not inclined to kill her after my friends and I finish violating her you should know I kidnapped her; she was most definitely not a willing victim. She fought like a hellcat and she held up your name proudly, as a threat to me, until I slipped a needle in her arm. Tell Him Valdez is Coming "The reason for all this? Well," Crow now stood beside Helena and opened a knife, "unfortunately you've got some bad Karma and your wife, whom you did an admirable job cleaning up from a junkie Mexican ghetto whore to a respectable woman by the way, is collateral damage." Crow violently ripped open Helena's blouse and then slid the knife along her skin between her breasts and cut the bra open. Her breasts, long and pendulous with large chocolate brown areolas and big nipples, spilled out. "Little Tony Speezio made the unfortunate mistake of sending a gang of his goons - and some of your boys too - to rape my wife. I asked him politely to leave me alone but he felt compelled to disrespect me. So this is kind of 'an eye for an eye' - or a cunt for a cunt, if you prefer." Crow ran the flat of the blade over Helena's full breasts. She slowly looked up at him in her drugged dazed and smiled. "Ummmm," she sort of slurred, "that's nice." "So, with added obscene adjectives, you may be yelling at the TV screen right about now asking me why I'm not raping and sodomizing his wife and daughter. And my retort is this: assuming you don't think this situation through and kill him - which given your position in the Cartel you really can't do without possibly losing your own life - I will get around to them. I'll even send you the tape - assuming you still breathe air. "When you see him, you tell him that Valdez is coming. "Now, I have some work to do." Crow turned his full attention to Helena. He unbound her wrists and ankles and told her to stand. She stood unsteadily, leaning her body against him, her head on his shoulder. "Let's go over to the bed." Romy panned the camera as Crow and Helena slowly walked to a mattress across the room on the floor. Crow finished undressing her, pulling her blouse and bra off and cutting her skirt and panties away. She had a finely toned body. Crow stood behind her, one arm around her waist and the other cupping a breast, thumbing a nipple, and presented her to the camera. "Very nice, Caesar. She's kept herself well. "Okay, Helena, let's start with something basic. Kneel down on the mattress for me." Helena stepped on the mattress with Crow and slid down his body until she was kneeling. Her head rested next to his erection and she held herself steady with both hands on his thighs. Crow put a hand in her long, black hair and a hand on his erection, "Right here, Helena. Open up for me." He moved her head back slightly and guided his cock into her open mouth. Romy cut to Crow's face and the look of bliss as Helena started giving him head and then he panned down to a tight focus on Helena's mouth slowly working Crow's cock. There was drool coming from around her lips. Crow looked over at where Romy was pointing the camera and like a porn shot on the Internet, pulled Helena's hair back away from her face. Helena's hair was damp around the edges and sweat trickled down her face from the heat under the lights and the heroin. "That's very good, Helena. Very good." Abruptly Crow jerked her head back and pulled her mouth off his cock. He pushed her onto her back, her legs splayed open. Crow knelt between her legs and took her violently. Helena screamed - in pleasure - as his cock sunk into her cunt. Crow took a push up position over her and thrust quickly several times, each thrust eliciting a short squeal from Helena. Then Crow sat back on his haunches and pulled her cunt and ass up on his lap. Her legs were obscenely splayed around and behind him while her head and upper torso rested on the mattress. Crow roughly massaged her breast while she whimpered and ground against him. He took a moment and looked at the camera. "Damn, Caesar, she's very, very wet. I really think she's liking this." Crow pulled Helena up to him and took her mouth with his, she sucked his tongue and then broke the kiss so she could kiss and nuzzle his neck her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. She was whispering little things in Spanish. "Caesar," Crow had a little difficulty talking as Helena kissed his neck and shoulders, "a whore that loves her work. I totally see why you went against your family's wishes and cleaned her up." Crow took her off his lap and laid her back. He remounted her and pressed his weight on top of her, took her wrists in his hands, stretched them above her head and began thrusting hard and quick. Reflexively Helena wrapped her legs around Crow's waist. Crow took about 15 minutes with her before coming. It was very clear from the tape that Helena came first followed by Crow filling her cunt. Crow pushed up and off her, winded and sweating from his work. Romy zoomed in on Crow's slowly softening cock, glistening with their juices. He then cut to Helena's cunt: swollen, slick and a stream of white cum oozing out and running down her perineum. "Okay homes, your turn." Crow called to Romy. Romy left his position behind the camera. He had framed the mattress in a wide shot. He entered the shot naked, holding his cock in his hand. Crow was lying on the mattress at Helena's feet trying to get his breath. Romy stood over them, "Damn, Valdez," Romy used Crow's alias, "you knows I hate sloppy seconds. Guess I have to fuck da bitch in her booty." "Or," Crow volunteered, looking at the camera, "her mouth is very, very good. I can recommend it." Romy knelt by Helena's head and slapped her in the face with his cock. Like a kitten chasing a string Helena raised her head and tried to catch the cock in her mouth. "Ummm, I think I take da bitch's ass." Romy bent down and flipped Helena on her belly like she was a rag doll, "C'mon, bitch, up on your knees." Helena complied. Romy lined up behind her. He used his finger to move some of Crow's spunk up and into Helena's asshole. Romy took her slowly as she shrieked with pain mixed with pleasure. Much to Romy's embarrassment he lasted less than five minutes in Helena's ass. Crow's voice could be heard in the background, taunting Romy. "Jeez stud boy, either Helena's ass is very good or your street rep is way over inflated, homes." Romy pulled out of Helena slowly, Crow zoomed in as the black cock slowly pulled out with a loud plop. Romy pushed Helena down on her belly as he sat back on his haunches. He looked at the camera - menacingly. "Hey, homes, I can fuck all night long," then he smiled, "but she be a great fuckin' puta. You knows what I be sayin'?" "Oh yeah," Crow answered with mocking pleasure, "She's a fine piece of meat." Then Crow's voice called out, "Okay boys, come on in." Eight black men, all with erections in hand, sauntered in and stood around the mattress. "She be a good fuck boys, have fun." Crow put his face close to the lens, "Caesar, I do want to thank you." and then the scene faded to black. "Okay Romy, pay the boys." Crow said as he was putting on his pants. One of the eight protested, "Hey, mo'fucka, your homes here said we'd get some now! What up, honkey?" Crow pulled on his shirt casually then reached into a bag and produced a Berretta 9mm machine pistol with an extended magazine, snapped a round in the chamber and casually turned on the complainer, the gun prominent but not pointed at anyone. The others, including the complainer, froze. "Gentlemen," Crow's voice dead calm, "here's the deal. Oh, and by the way, it's 'what up, honkey, sir.' "My associate promised each of you $500 dollars to strip naked and get hard and do what I wanted. "Y'all got nice dicks, not that I'm that way, but what I want is for you to leave. Now. "$500 is more than enough to find a nice whore and a rock of crack if you want it. Buy you a pretty freaky time I would think. "Now, the drugged woman laying on the mattress is the wife of a Mexican drug cartel lieutenant, who in turn is associated with Little Tony Speezio. I'm sure you all know of Little Tony. "So...um, you've got a couple of options, Sport. You can try your luck with the lady here and hope I don't shoot your ass with my big little machine pistol. Or, you can hope that this lady's husband doesn't recognize your face on the tape and have you hunted down and flayed alive like some pig for a Memphis barbeque. "I mean, right now on the tape all he can see is eight black guys from the waist down so unless he strip searches every black guy in Memphis and makes him get an erection, you're fairly safe I'd say. "Or, you can take the $500 cash, say thank you to me for being so generous, get dressed, and leave and go find yourself a real whore. "So, what up, boys?" The complainer smiled nervously, "Well, shit homes! Now you 'splain it that way, me and my posse be glad to he'p you out and thank you very much boss." Crow and Romy both smiled graciously at the now naked and terrified gangbangers. "Our pleasure." After the crew had left Crow stood over Helena's unconscious body and looked down at her. She was beautiful, even in her ruin. She gave great head and she fucked like a pro that truly did love her work. But he hated this kind of thing. It reminded him too much of the life he had left so many years before. He felt guilty. "Romy." "Yeah, Nelly?" "You think Caesar will waste her?" Romy laughed incredulously, "You're kidding right? You affront a Latin man, a Mexican drug lord like this; shit she's dead. Man, I gotta tell you, robbing banks has made you soft." "Hmmmm." Crow knelt beside Helena's head and moved a sweat damp piece of hair off her face. "Romy, make sure Caesar gets our film but then offer him 10 grand for her, in your Academy Awarding winning idiom, and take her. I don't want her hurt any more or dead." "You are getting soft, Nel. Shit, I'll do it. I get my fee plus a gratuity." Slowly Crow looked at his associate and talked softly and slowly. "Thanks Romy. Just one thing: I'm not soft, just different. Don't make the mistake of saying I'm soft again. 15 percent okay?" "Uh," Romy suddenly tensed. He recognized Crow's demeanor and in the old days, when Crow talked soft and slow, it generally was a prelude to extreme violence. "I'll do it for 8, Nelly. And, uh, sorry, man. Uh, we cool?" Crow looked at Romy with a blank face for what seemed to Romy as an eternity, all the while, patting the machine pistol in the palm of his hand and then, finally, smiled slowly, "Take 20 for your performance and we cool." Romy relaxed, "What do you want me to do with her?" "I've got a suite in the Peabody under the name Templar. Take her there and have someone stay with her until this shit is over." ~~~~~~~~~~ Caesar Melindez was beside himself with fury as he watched the tape. The proverbial straw that broke the camel's back was the clear inference that eight gangbangers were going to rape and sodomize her. Caesar pulled his pistol and shot the TV and then the VCR and then several other things in his office while swearing in Spanish and English at the top of his lungs. Caesar pointed to two of his frightened lieutenants. "Find these two fuckers that did this to Helena and find Helena and fucking kill them all! And you two," he pointed at two others in the room, "we're going to see Little Tony! Now!" ~~~~~~~~~~ Tony was sitting behind his desk when Caesar and his men burst into the room. Tony maintained his calm. "Caesar, nice to see you. What can I do for you?" "Tony, uh, who the FUCK is a guy names Valdez and why did you rape his wife?!!!!" Tony was still calm. He sat back in his chair. "Jeez, why do ask Caesar?" "Because," Caesar continued, barely able to contain his rage, "he and eight or nine black guys kidnapped and gang raped my Helena. This Valdez made a tape for me. He said, while he was doing Helena, that it was your FAULT. He said if I didn't decide to kill you to tell you 'Valdez is coming.'" Tony suddenly lost his calm. "Guy's a piece of shit who disrespected me. Yeah, I had his old lady gang raped. Teach him a lesson. Don't know why he did Helena. Maybe he's stupid." Caesar feigned calm now. "You know Tony, I don't think he's stupid. I think he thought I might kill you but he also doubted I could because of the people we work for. He also said he'd get to your wife and daughter in time and send me the tape." Tony leapt out of his chair, "WHAT?" "Yes, Tony, he said he'd take care of them too." Tony picked up his phone and dialed his farmhouse. There was no answer. "C'mon, Caesar, maybe we can catch this fuck in the act and make him wish he was never born." The group left Tony's office and set out for Tony's farmhouse, an hour away. ~~~~~~~~~~ Elaine and Maria Speezio sat side by side on the sofa, holding hands protectively, in the farmhouse family room. Nelson Crow sat in the overstuffed chair at the end of the sofa, machine pistol in his lap. They were all watching a tape. The scene on the TV was a room with a mattress on the floor in the middle of the room; a group of men sitting around the room, smoking and drinking. Tony Speezio was sitting on a stool at the head of the mattress. "Okay, bring the bitch in," Tony shouted in a boisterous voice. A naked girl who was crying and begging 'no' was roughly pushed into the room and forced to kneel on the mattress. Two men stood behind her. The assembled men cheered. Maria Speezio put her hands over her mouth and gasped. There was a look of panic in her eyes. "You recognize the girl, Miss Speezio?" Maria Speezio barely whispered, "She...she's a girl I partied with last spring break in Panama City. She goes to Old Dominion." Crow paused the tape, "What do you think is going to happen to her?" Maria slowly looked at Crow with a look of numb horror. "You know, don't you?" Maria shook her head 'no.' "But you've got a pretty good idea, right?" Maria nodded. Crow started the tape. Tony Speezio got off his stool and casually strolled to the girl. One of the men standing behind the girl pulled her head back so she could look up at Tony. Tony was wearing pants with suspenders. He unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. He pulled out his cock and held it in front of the girl. "Now - what's your name?" "Sally," the girl whimpered. Tony slapped her face with his erection. "NO!" he thundered in her face, "your name is Whore because that's what you are! Understand?" The girl whimpered, tears starting to flow down her face, "Yes." The girl tried to cover her breasts with her arms and the other man standing behind her roughly pulled her arms away from her breasts and held them behind her back. "Pl...Plea...Please don't rape me. Please. I don't have protection." Tony played fatherly in a twilight zone sort of way. He took her by the chin with one hand (the other slowly stroking his erection). "Oh, now, Sally, don't cry. Don't worry. My little girl tells me you're an honest to God virgin. Is that true?" "Ye...yes." Elaine Speezio was already in shock. She looked at her daughter with the same numb look of horror Maria had looked at Crow. "You've never had a boy or a dyke stick something up that nice little cunt hole of yours?" "I...I swear, sir." "Well, dear, that's good enough for me. Here, now, open up and suck me off." The man holding her head pushed her toward Tony's cock and Tony stuck his fat erection to her tightly closed lips. "Open up, baby. If you don't open or if you bite me or attempt to struggle in anyway, I'll break your teeth out, fuck your face and then I'll snap your fuckin' neck. You understand, bitch?" Tears streamed down the girl's face as she slowly opened her mouth. Tony rammed his cock home, causing her to choke. He then eased back a bit. "Now! Git suckin' bitch! And remember, don't you hurt me. I got a wife, two mistresses and a hooker I got to keep happy with this prick." Elaine tried to look away. Maria was staring at the screen, tears silently running down her cheeks. "Elaine, this will be over shortly, get your eyes back on the TV. Now." Crow commanded. Elaine turned back to the TV, a sick feeling rising in her stomach. As the assembled men cheered Tony on and made lewd suggestions for what Tony should do with the girl he fucked her face viciously. In minutes he pulled out of her mouth and sprayed her face with his spunk. He allowed her to collapse on the mattress, crying and coughing. She curled into a fetal position. Tony looked at a man who had his back to the camera. "Well, Igor, she good enough? The man laughed with a bass voice, "Da! She will be a fine addition to my club in Odessa." Tony smiled, "That'll be $45,000. You can pay when we get her ready for you to pick up." The two men that led the girl in reached down and picked her up and carried her out. Igor followed. Crow stopped the tape. "Elaine, I take it from your reaction to this little show, you had no idea what your husband does for a living." Elaine slowly looked at Crow and whispered, "No. He's a meat packer." "Well, that's certainly one way to put it. In addition to processing beef, he sells college girls to foreigners running brothels in places like Russia and Greece and South America. They call it white slavery. "Last month, I'm told, he got $165,000 for a blond girl from the University of Maryland from some Asian prince. You got your new Land Rover last month and took a trip to Aruba, didn't you?" Elaine made the connection in her mind. She didn't speak she just felt sicker. "Maria, my only question to you is, did you know you were helping Daddy or did you two just have some casual, kinky, father/daughter chat about your adventures in Panama City?" Haltingly and barely audible Maria said, "He said he had some money in one of those "Girls Gone Wild" kind of videos and he was just scouting for the director." "Hmmm. Well." Crow lit a cigarette and shifted the gun in his lap. "I want the two of you to stand up and strip for me. Do exactly as I say and your pain will be minimal and you'll never see me again." Maria gently tugged at her mother's hand. "C'mon mom, we can do this." Elaine still had a look of numb horror on her face. Mechanically she stood but Maria had to help her undress. Soon they both stood, awkwardly naked, in front of Crow. Crow heard a several cars pull into the front drive of the farmhouse. A glimmer of hope entered both the women's eyes. Rescue! Crow allowed Maria to call out, "Daddy! Back here!" But it was not to be. An elegant older Mexican woman followed by four men toting German submachine guns entered the family room. The woman smiled at Crow and nodded, "Bob Valdez. Long time, eh, mi amigo?" Crow stood and bowed with his head. "Dona Salinas," Crow used the formal female version of Don to address her, "yes, it's been a while. Am I among friends or is this going to get ugly?" Crow patted his gun but clearly kept his finger away from the trigger. "Valdez," Yelina Salinas smiled warmly, "after all you've done for me and my family, and you have to ask? I'm positively hurt." Crow smiled. "My apologies, Dona. It's just you have larger responsibilities now. I didn't know if business changed things." "For what you've done, business will never be an issue between you and me." Salinas sat down opposite the women. She addressed them briefly, dismissively, "You may sit." Then she turned her attentions back to Crow. "So, Valdez, I thought you'd retired. Yet here you are, on my turf, causing trouble. I'm sure it's warranted. I just need to know what brings you out of retirement. "By the way, Valdez, which one of these women do I get to pleasure me?" "Ah," Crow/Valdez smiled, "any one you want but I think the daughter might be better suited to you." Tell Him Valdez is Coming "Hmmm," Yelina said, appraising the slender beauty of Maria, "I think you're right." Yelina Salinas, new head of the Juarez drug cartel, stood up, pulled her panties off and hiked her skirt around her waist. She sat down and opened her blouse and bra and then immodestly spread her legs completely baring her shaved sex. "Little puta, come here, now, and give me an orgasm or I think I may have one of my men kill your mother." Yelina was so casual, so pleasant; it brought a chill to Maria. Maria Speezio had stepped out of reality when the rescue she had anticipated turned out to be something she couldn't begin to comprehend. Maria stood up, and in a daze walked slowly to Yelina and knelt between her legs. Yelina put a hand in Maria's hair and pulled her mouth to Yelina's sex. "Suck me good, little puta." Maria bent to Yelina's sex and Yelina, after allowing a wave of pleasure thrill through her body, began talking to Valdez again. "So tell me Valdez, what has brought your wrath to me?" Elaine sat numbly and watched as her daughter sucked this strange woman's sex. ~~~~~~~~~~ Tony Speezio's convoy to his farmhouse consisted of four cars - eight men altogether, armed to the teeth. When they pulled into the circle drive of his farmhouse there was a limo and four SUV's with men milling about with shotguns and submachine guns. Tony sneered at Caesar when he saw the cars, "Mother fucker's got balls, I'll give him that." A voice came over Tony's cell two-way, "Uh, Tone, what's the play? We just gonna start shootin' these pig fuckers?" Caesar was staring at the cars and the men. There was no emotion in his voice when he spoke to Tony, "Tell them not to fire a shot. Those are cartel men." Tony stared at Caesar and the dread that Caesar was feeling fell over Tony like a shroud. "No! No one fires. These are Juarez boys." The convoy pulled up next to the cars in the drive. Slowly everyone got out and tentatively said hello to the men in the driveway. The leader of the group came directly to Caesar and addressed him by name though Caesar had no idea who the man was. "Caesar, Yelina Salinas is here. She's inside and wants to see you and Tony immediately." Caesar tried to steel himself and not show the fear that was rapidly engulfing him. "Certainly." "Your men stay out here." "Hey!" Tony angrily interjected, "this is my fucking house, my men go where I tell them." "Then tell them to stay out here." The leader of Salinas' men left the "or else" hanging in the air. Tony wavered a moment then turned to the men beside their cars, "You guys stay out here. Ms. Salinas is inside and wants to see Caesar and me." ~~~~~~~~~~ When Yelina's man came in with Caesar and Tony the scene that confronted them was confusing. Elaine Speezio sat nude on the sofa, her arms crossing her breasts. The sofa was in front of the window and was facing Yelina. The look on Elaine's face was one of dazed shock. She didn't acknowledge the men's presence. Nelson Crow sat to Elaine's left in a chair at the end of the sofa, smiling and holding a machine pistol in his lap. He nodded to the men as they stood in the doorway. Yelina Salinas sat to Crow's left, her back to the doorway. Her body was jerking rhythmically and she was whispering in Spanish - softly and gently then loudly and harshly by turns. "Use your fingers, puta!" Yelina hissed in English from behind clenched teeth, "work them in me, little bitch!" Her body stiffened, jerked slightly, "Madre de Dios!" She bent forward and appeared to the men behind her to be petting an animal. "That was very, very good, little one. Very good." Maria Speezio looked up at Yelina, her face shiny wet with Yelina's orgasm and asked in a small, quiet voice, "May I sit with my mother now? Please?" "Certainly." Maria stood and the men realized what had happened. Tony was on the verge of loosing control. Caesar gripped Tony's forearm as a signal for restraint. Maria sat close to her mother and touched her face, whispering, "I'm okay, Mom. We're okay." Yelina stood up and faced the men, her skirt still hiked around her waist and her blouse and bra open. She was as unconcerned with the way she looked as a man who had just fucked a whore. "Caesar," Yelina said, slightly short of breath, "so glad to see you. You saved me the trouble of hunting you down." "My pleasure Dona Salinas." Caesar said without emotion. Yelina bent to pull her panties on and then slid her skirt down and smoothed it out before addressing Tony. "And Don Speezio, how nice to meet you too. I want to thank you for the hospitality of your little whore. She sucks cunt quite well. Have you ever thought about how much she would bring on your slave market? I'd be willing to pay handsomely for the little bitch. Of course she needs training. Like race horses, it's all in the breeding, you know?" Tony, a wild look on his face, started to lurch for Yelina. Caesar grabbed him as Yelina's man pulled back the bolt on his submachine gun and Crow raised his pistol. Tony stopped in his tracks; his face was beet red and perspiring heavily. Yelina continued talking as if the big Italian had done nothing and did not look like he was either on the verge of madness or a heart attack or both. Yelina fastened her bra and started buttoning her blouse and turned her attention to Caesar. "Caesar, you've caused quite a stir in the cartel. It was foolish for you to allow your men to get involved in Don Speezio's pettiness involving Mr. Valdez's wife." "Forgive me," Caesar's voice was as submissive as he could make it, "how are you aware of my men's actions, Dona Salinas?" "Immigration sent us Jorge, Carlos and Willy and then," Yelina's voice got a hard edge to it, "the Agent in Charge of DEA in Brownsville paid me a visit at my home. My HOME Caesar! "Do you know why?" "No ma'am." "Because Jimmy Morales spilled his guts to the DEA; they still have him. Our operations in West Texas and Arizona have been disrupted because of Jimmy sticking his cock in," she turned to Crow, "forgive me Valdez but I must speak in a way that they understand - because Jimmy stuck his cock in a white whore of no consequence to the cartel and brought the wrath of Valdez down on the operation here in Memphis!" Caesar was shaking imperceptibly; he was waiting for the ax to fall. "I'm so sorry Dona Salinas." "Yes, I bet you are. You're coming back to Juarez with me tonight. Helena stays with Valdez. "And you, Mr. Speezio, we need to go somewhere and discuss your future. Without my protection the Columbians will be calling on you. As you know, they are less merciful than I am." Tony could barely speak. He knew the complete desperateness of his situation. "What about my wife and daughter?" "They are at Mr. Valdez's pleasure now." Tony glared at Valdez/Crow. Crow's face was a passive mask, "'Que sera, sera', eh Little Tony?" ~~~~~~~~~~ The group filed out of the house and left Crow alone with the Speezio women. Maria turned to Crow, "What's going to happen now?" Her voice was quiet and apprehensive. Crow looked at the women. He had no doubt that Yelina's cunt was not the first Maria Speezio had ever eaten and she could have probably easily - and with pleasure - handled every man in the room if she had been told to but... Elaine Speezio, nee Elaine Reynolds of Richmond, Virginia, was not the typical mob wife. She wasn't Italian and she really didn't know her husband was a bad man. This whole afternoon had shocked her to the point that Crow did not know whether she could listen or speak coherently. Crow got up from his chair and sat on the coffee table in front of the women, Maria protectively hugged her mother closer. "Elaine, can you hear me?" Crow snapped his fingers in front of her face. Elaine turned her eyes to Crow slowly and whispered, "Yes." "Elaine, you realize you will never see your husband again?" "Yes." "You realize life is going to change somewhat drastically for you and your daughter?" "Yes." Crow took a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket and scribbled a name and number down. He gave it to Maria, "Maria, this is an associate of mine. You will be safe here tonight. Tomorrow I want you to take your mother and check into the Peabody and at noon call this number. My associate will help you get things sorted out safely. Do you understand? "Oh," Crow took the paper back and scribbled another number, "this is a shrink of my acquaintance - my shrink, actually - who specializes in psychological trauma. She's discrete. I'll tell her you might be calling." Maria took the paper, "Yes, I understand. And thank you for the phone numbers. I'm sorry - my mother and I - are sorry about your wife." "Thank you. She's fine, I'm sure. This," Crow was momentarily at a loss for words, "...violence was just on principle; I hope you understand. Men like your father understand nothing but violence. "Will you two be all right after I leave?" Elaine finally found her voice and spoke clearly and with some resolve, "Yes, Mr. Valdez, we'll be fine." Crow looked at her for a long moment. "You understand that under no circumstances can you call the police? If you do then I can't protect you and Yelina Salinas would have you hunted down and killed at her earliest convenience - which would be about an hour after the cops show up. She did not become the head of a Mexican drug cartel by being a nice person." "Yes." Crow suddenly felt awkward. He glanced sideways at the women and then got up and started to leave. "Mr. Valdez," Elaine called after him, "how many mothers have lost daughters because of my husband?" Crow turned, "Do you really want to know?" "Yes." Crow rubbed his forehead, looked at the floor. "Ummm, according to my sources, your husband has been slaving for three years. He usually does three to four girls and women a month. Uh, you can do the math." "Is there anything you can do to rescue them?" Crow frowned, "I'm not in that line of work anymore. It would be exceedingly expensive and violent work." "Is it safe to assume I'd have the money to pay for your services?" Elaine had snapped back mentally. "Probably. But you don't know me." "I know you can do anything you want to me and my daughter right now but you're walking out. You gave us a number of someone who can help us. You gave us the number of a psychiatrist, your psychiatrist, to help us. I may have been blind to Tony's character but you strike me as someone with principles." "Yeah, well," Crow rubbed his head and looked around the room in irritation, "uh, I'll think about it. I'll call you in a few weeks." "Thank you, Mr. Valdez." "Sure. By the way, the name's Nelson Crow." Crow turned and left. ~~~~~~~~~~ Crow tossed his keys into the basket beside the door. There was a pile of mail next to the basket. He picked it up and started to sort through it and then stopped and tossed it back in its place. He was bone tired and psychologically exhausted. He had spent five additional days in Memphis making certain that the Speezio women were unmolested and scouting out the organized crime scene in Memphis for Harry. There was a power vacuum now. Maybe he could help out his friends in Kansas City. And to add to his stress Helena Melindez had disappeared and he couldn't find her. It was 6:30 in the morning when he finally got home. He decided to drive home so he bought a used car with a good sound system and drove back to KC. He took the back roads with the CD player blasting, chain smoking and thinking about all that had happened. Crow started to unbutton his shirt and headed for the bedroom. He was anxious to see Joanie and he loved to watch her sleep. When he approached the bedroom door he heard giggling. He was so tired that he simply reacted: stranger in the house. He pulled his machine pistol from his bag and slowly opened the door, ready to spray the room with gunfire. What he saw shocked him and pleased him simultaneously. Joanie immediately noticed her lover. She smiled mischievously at him, put her finger to her lips to keep him quiet and then closed her eyes and moaned. Helena Melindez, her brown skin and lustrous black hair so nicely contrasting against Joanie's white thighs and belly, was splayed on her belly between Joanie's legs, slowly and gently making love to Joanie with her mouth. Joanie arched her back, thrusting her sex into Helena's mouth, and ran her fingers through Helena's long black hair, holding Helena to her work. Joanie's orgasm came quickly in a crescendo of moans and little cries and gasps and then she sagged into the pillows, panting. Helena got up on all fours between Joanie's legs and smiled at her. She shook out her hair then slowly and sensually slid her body down and along Joanie's body and kissed her passionately. "Hmmmm, little white puta, or should I say little raccoon puta?" Helena said, referring to Joanie's bruises and black eyes that were just beginning to yellow. Helena planted little kisses on Joanie's face and breasts, "I'll let you catch your breath before you give me pleasure and then I'll cook you a magnificent Mexican breakfast. "It will be," Helena sucked one of Joanie's small pink nipples eliciting a deep moan from her, "the perfect treat for your mouth after eating my magnificent pussy." Crow had stayed at the doorway to the bedroom watching. Helena had not noticed him. Joanie smiled at him again and tapped Helena on the shoulder indicating she wanted her mouth. When they broke their kiss Joanie said, "Or, not that I simply can't get enough of your 'magnificent' cunt, you cheap Mexican puta, but we could let Nelly take care of you." Helena rolled to her back, propped up on her elbows, legs spread wide and looked at the doorway. Crow smiled slightly, not quite sure of what Helena's reaction would be to seeing the man who drugged and raped her. "It's about time you got home Nelly!" Helena chided him. Joanie could see the confusion on his face. "Nelly, my roommate in that Mexican whorehouse you rescued me from in Juarez was occupied when you took me or I would have insisted you take her away too. We are like sisters. You have given me back my sister! "Allow me to formally introduce Helena Maria Antonia y Sanchez, formerly Melindez. Helena, Nelson Crow." Crow nodded to Helena and then asked Joanie, "Has your, um, sister, told you what a bad man I've been?" Joanie and Helena laughed, "She's told me everything! Why didn't you bruise her up like those pigs did me, avenging husband?" "Yes, why do you not treat me as roughly as Joanie got, eh Nelly?" "Uh..." Crow looked sheepish and then changed the subject. "But how?" "How?" Joanie asked, "Oh, how did Helena get here? Romy flew her up here. He thought she'd be safer here and that I needed the company. I'm sorry, he knew us both in Juarez. And he said to tell you that now that he is safely back in London you are soft and he would take a pass on his gratuity." Crow laughed, "Soft, eh?" "Yeah, but you now have ample time to disprove him," Joanie did a Groucho Marx with her eyebrows and smiled seductively, "If you know what I mean, Nel." "Yes, plenty of time." Helena looked at Crow, a smile on her face, "But tell me, are you as good with your tongue as you are with your cock, Senor Crow? Joanie tells me you are but I need convincing." "Well, I've been told I can be convincing when I need to be."