Good Guys & Bad Guys – Open For All Good SRPers

[RockYourWorld]

The Emperor of Japan is coming to Washington. He’s staying for nearly a month, and while he does consider himself a modern man, he had his antiquated ways about him, too. When he travels for long periods of time, he insists that many of his possessions accompany him. These included highly valuable furnishings, his priceless silverware, crystal and china, his extensive jewelry collection, and his wide collection of Japanese and European artwork.

In addition to attending high-level trade talks in Washington, the Emperor is also taking advantage of his trip to make a significant donation to the Japanese Heritage exhibit at the Smithsonian. This means another significant collection of ancient and valuable Japanese artifacts, everything ranging from weapons, vases, coins, gold and silver items of all kinds, and many other priceless artifacts.

At first, the Japanese government considers sending the items in two different plane loads. But American diplomatic officials are concerned about the security of the items, and devise a plan where the valuable items would be shipped together in an ocean liner with a shipment of Toyotas. The Americans figure they have a better chance of sneaking the items into the country this way. A further diversion is created when it was decided the ship will dock at the port of Baltimore instead of Washington, DC.

But it does no good. Before the ship even leaves Japan, word is on the street in Baltimore, DC and throughout the country of the big score coming into the port of Baltimore. The local crooks in Baltimore started talking, and word spreads up and down the east coast to the others looking for a score. The cops pick up on it soon enough, and they alert the feds. But the feds figure the crooks will be on to the shipment whenever and however it comes, and decide to stick to the original plan.

The total value of the items, not including the 2,000 Toyotas, is over $800,000,000. Who was going to get to it first? Everyone will find out soon enough.

OOC:

(Read below, but I have started a separate OOC thread for all future OOC posts.)

My idea here is to have a collection of characters, both good guys and bad guys, and some on the borderline, all working their angles concerning the valuable shipment. The entire good-guy/bad-guy community is all abuzz about the shipment, and the job is too big for one guy or girl to pull off, so alliances will result. But could the alliances be trusted? It will depend on how you, the role players play it out.

Of course, the cops and the feds will play a part. Some of the good guys are real good guys, and some aren’t. The infiltration and interaction with the bad guys will make for good role play, too. Are some cops and feds in on the heist? Let’s see how it plays out.

I am leaving this role play open, so in your first post, introduce yourself. Say whether your character is a “good guy” or a “bad guy” in relation to how your character relates to the stealing of the shipment. This doesn’t mean that bad guys can only be out to steal it, and good guys are out to protect it. Grey areas and double crossing are encouraged. Good guys, say if you are a local cop or a fed, and describe your angle. Bad guys, give your angle and describe your “rap sheet.”

Also encouraged: SEX, and lots of it. I come to this forum for sexual role play. I like developed characters and intricate storylines, and I hope I have presented these here. But if good characters and stories don’t lead to sex., well…..

I have started us off and introduced two of my characters. Let’s have some fun!

Detective Nick Harlin, Baltimore Police.
10 year veteran of the Baltimore Police Department.
Going through divorce, which he deals with by working, sometimes 20 hour shifts.
Becomes aware of the word on the street about the Japanese shipment, and begins to see what he can find out. He begins searching out his informants among the pimps, hookers, thugs and other “bad guys” he knows.

Johnny “Fingers” Turner
Three prison terms for robbery and jewelry store burglary. He’s been out of prison for about a year, only stealing enough to keep himself fed. He’s committed himself to quitting the small-time stuff, and is looking for the big score. Word reaches him about the Japanese shipment. He knows other crooks will know about it too, and he understands that such score will take a team effort. He begins to think about who he can trust enough to form a team.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Detective Nick Harlin

When you suffer from loneliness, there may be no worse job than being a cop. Especially at night. But Nick Harlin was at work, nonetheless, taking refuge on the streets of Baltimore from the lousy motel he had been occupying since he and his wife had split. His heart was broken, and he felt aimless without her, but he knew they were through once and for all. Working, or trying to, was the only way he knew to deal with his pain.

He had received a break, in the form of a hot rumor on the street. Seems the walking scum on the street was all atwitter about some big shipment of Japanese valuables coming into Baltimore’s port. Word was some bad-guy alliances were already forming to go after this shipment. Must be pretty valuable stuff, Nick thought. Already his Lieutenant, Russ Baker, was talking about the feds snooping around town.

That was a joke, Nick thought. The feds were good at what they did, but they were no good at getting their shoes dirty. To get information like this, you had to get in the scum with the scumbags. And that’s where Nick was heading on this lousy night.

The strip clubs were roaring with life as Nick parked two blocks down from Baltimore Street, where most of the city’s clubs sat. As he walked down along the cigarette butts and flickering lights, he ducked into a place called “Belle’s.” It was a strip club that city historians claimed had been in business for over 60 years. Nick didn’t doubt it. It sure looked like it, and they hadn’t figured to fix the place up during that time.

Inside should be a stripper named Tawny. Nick made an effort to keep track of his snitches, and he was sure she still worked here. When he walked into the smoke filled dump, he saw her behind the bar, dressed for her dancing duties. Tawny was the sometimes-girlfriend of a bad guy named Johnny Turner, or “Johnny Fingers.” Johnny had a bad habit of taking stuff that wasn’t his, and Nick needed to find him to see what he knew about this Japanese thing.

“Been a long time, Tawny,” said Nick. She wasn’t happy to see him and said as much.

“Don’t give me your lip. I need to talk to Johnny, and I ain’t getting out of your face til you tell me where he is.”

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Tawny

Her distgust was evident. She didnt like Nick Harlin in the least. He was the sort of man that one could put away and never think about again. But, she was what she was and he didnt give her any trouble, at least most of the time.

"Johnny aint here Mr. Harlin. He's gone for the evening. Besides, he dont want to see you anyways" she said. Lighting a cigarette and blowing the smoke into his face. She always liked to at least attempt to make him uncomfortable.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Detective Nick Harlin

Nick just shook his head, having himself a good laugh at Tawny’s expense. “I KNOW he’s not HERE you dumb BITCH! And I don’t give a flying FUCK whether he WANTS to see me or NOT!”

Nick reached over the bar and grabbed a hold of Tawny’s red hair. As he walked along the length the bar, he pulled her along from the other side, leading her to the opening where the bar ended, and they stood face to face. Despite their sudden proximity, Nick didn’t let go of Tawny’s hair, and pulled her face to within an inch of hers.

“You and I have two pieces of business. The SECOND…yes the SECOND is for you to call that little twerp Johnny and tell him I need to talk to him, and it better be tonight. But FIRST, we have some other business, so you better tell your boss you’re gonna have to miss one of your performances."

With that, Nick lead Tawny back to the rear of the building where he knew there was a storeroom. He busted through the door loudly, nearly dragging Tawny along with him. If she objected, he didn’t seem to notice. He tossed her onto a chrome table and stood in front of her, looking at her as he loosened his pants.

“When you talk to Johnny later, you can tell him all about the fun we had here tonight. That way, he’ll know I ain’t playing around.”

 

[RockYourWorld]

Johnny "Fingers" Turner

Being a crook was like any other job. You had to find opportunities, work them for awhile, then maximize your return. So called “legitimate” people did this everyday, and no one hassled them, followed them around, busted into their houses, tapped their phones, or generally made their lives hell.

Johnny was just trying to keep a roof over his head, pay his bills, keep his car on the road. Maybe he did it by having other people’s stuff disappear, but Johnny was convinced that in every business venture, legitimate or otherwise, someone stole something from someone else.

Sure, Johnny had stolen stuff, and he had done the prison time to prove it. He had decided he wasn’t going back to prison, and he knew that the only way to ensure that was to make a big score. He had heard about the “Japanese shipment.” Hell, most everyone had by now. But he decided he was going to get it, and he knew he would because he was going to do it smart.

Jobs like this take coordination and alliances. It wasn’t easy to trust alliances in this business, but Johnny had to start somewhere. Old man Murphy was old-school Baltimore organized crime. The Italians had never really cracked Baltimore, leaving it mainly to the Irish. Organized crime in Baltimore became known as the “Murphy-osa.”

Old man Murphy’s best days were behind him, and he had suffered the curse of the crime boss – his two sons had been killed by rivals. That left his daughter, the beautiful and very dangerous Catherine Murphy. Johnny had convinced her that he had a major opportunity the Murphy family should investigate, and she agreed to see him this evening. As Johnny pulled into the gated mansion, he was escorted by several body guards (all of whom, ironically, were Italian), and was lead to the main house were Catherine met him. She looked stunning in her white silk bathrobe.

“Thanks for seeing me, Ms. Murphy,” said Johnny. I promise you, you’ll be glad you did.”

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Screaming in protest as Nick pulled her by the hair, she tried desperately to fend him off. It felt as if her head was coming unglued. He was yelling, screeching at her. When he threw her onto the table, she knew he was going to try at least to rape her. She just smiled a bit and as he loosened his pants, she was quick to try and stop him.

"You come at me with that fucking little prick of yours and I'll bite the bastard off you son of a bitch. You come in here strongarm me and thing your gonna get your rocks off with me? NOT A MUTHA FUCKIN CHANCE FUCK MEAT!" she screamed and trying to turn over. She kicked out with her long legs but to no avail. Her hands were like razors tearing at his hands and arms When he whirled her around and slapped her it rocked her on her feet. She hit the table harder than before and cracked her head. What she felt next was almost to painful to recount by any standards. He had her pinned face down on the cold table her face and nose buried in its hardness. All she could manage was a weak "Mutha fucking sone of a bitch" as he began undoing his belt and pulling down his pants.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Detective Nick Harlin

Nick knew he was the one with the power here. Even if she fought back and was somehow able to escape from him, Tawny had to know that Nick would come after her again, along with several other cops. In fact there would be so many cops suddenly in Tawny’s life that she wouldn’t know where they were all coming from. And it wouldn’t stop there. Suddenly, things would be different at work. If Tawny gave Nick any trouble, her club would all of a sudden have health inspectors, liquor board inspectors, building inspectors – all crawling around the place finding a long list of violations. And Tawny’s bosses would all know that it was her doing.

Nick knew he had the power, and he allowed himself to enjoy it. “The only way you’re gonna bite anything is if I tell you to, bitch” Nick said as he let his pants fall. He could hear her groaning immediately after the sound of her head smacking on the metal table, and he didn’t expect any resistance from her the rest of the way.

Her g-string slid down her legs and dropped to the floor. Nick slid his hands over her round ass and gave one side a sharp SPANK. He laughed to himself, thinking that all of those losers out in the club would love to be doing this to Tawny, but would never get the chance. And they’d be dropping hundreds of dollars on watered down drinks.

Moving closer to Tawny, Nick guided his cock between her legs. She reacted mildly as he penetrated her, but more or less stayed still on the table. Nick’s thrusts inside her pussy slowly began to build in speed. He clenched her hips as he began to drive into her. His moans increased along with his heart rate and his breathing. All of this was being done to send a minor message to Tawny, but it was a significant message to Johnny Fingers. As Nick felt his surging release building to its boiling point, he knew he needed to put an explanation point on his communication to Johnny Fingers.

“I’m gonna make sure Johnny knows I mean business,” Nick said as he thrust into Tawny for the last times. He grabbed her by the hair again and pulled her down to the floor. With his other hand, he stroked his cock and aimed it at her face. As his euphoria overtook him, his seed spewed wildly all over Tawny’s helpless face. It was hardly the first time someone had done this to her, he was sure. But he was confident that it was the first time it was being done to send a message to her boyfriend.

Nick stepped back, gathered and secured his pants, and walked toward the door. “Tell Johnny I expect to hear from him tonight. Oh, and tell him to watch his temper when he talks to me. I’d hate to see him get hurt. You know how nasty I can get.”

 

[cockslave]

susan richards

susan richards is a federal agent working out of the baltimore office. she has had to be tough to get this far in her career. the FBI isn't exactly female friendly despite what the recruiting brochures say. it's still more of the 'old boys network' than they'd care to admit. it came to her as such a shock when her boss assigned her to work with the local police department on a big case. the suspected illegal import of japanese artifacts and things worth $800 million that was meant to be coming into baltimore port some time soon if the information was correct.
i was to liase with a detective Harlin there. i just hoped he wasn't some 'dirty harry wannabe' so old school that he'd make it almost impossible to work with him.it would be nice to work with someone who treated me as an equal rather than a bit of skirt just there for show.
pulling up outside baltimore PD i prepare myself mentally for the usual awkwardness that meets an outsider from any department but more so for us feds. i get out of my car and cross the street, and go up the flight of steps in front of the old building, once inside i report to the reception desk and follow the girls instruction on how to get to the correct office.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Her tears were mixed with his cumm and blood from her busted nose. She sat there, humiliated. Oh she would tell Johnny this fascist rapist pig wanted him. She would tell him alright. Not only that, but the bruises would tell him. Johnny wouldnt mind that, but he had fucked with her face. Tawny knew that Johnny loved her smile and with her nose definately broken, it would be hell to pay when Johnny saw.

Trying to right herself, she managed to stumble to her feet and into the bar. Behind the counter, she slid lowering herself to the floor again. Mike, the bartender saw her and quickly rushed to her. After a few minutes of explaining what happened, she motioned for the cell phone on the register.

Before dialing Johnny;s number she waited. She knew he would be pissed at her and she would get in a second time, but, this fucker should pay. So, without another moments hesitation she dialed the number.


"Joddy? Tawdy. Wad? NO. Hadlid wad here. Fucker brode my dose. Wads to see you. Yeah, brode my muder fukin node" she said. Waiting and listening, she nodded her head in the right places.

"Wad aboud my node Joddy? Can I ged to the hospidal?" she always asked. No matter how tough she seemed, she was as scared of him as was the rest of them.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Johnny "Fingers" Turner

As he clicked off his phone and tucked it back in his jacket pocket, Johnny Fingers had to remind himself to stay cool, not do anything stupid and keep his head. He had just left the luxurious mansion of Ms. Catherine Murphy, the head of the biggest crime family in Baltimore. He wanted her help in stealing the shipment of Japanese valuables, but she was very non-committal. Maybe she was just hearing about it for the first time, which wouldn’t have surprised Johnny. Those on the top sometimes got word later than the rest of the crooks. But once they got word, things seemed to start happening fast. All during his meeting with her, Johnny had to act polite, keep his mouth shut, and be respectful. He was glad Tawny’s call didn’t come in while he was talking to Carolyn. Because now, he was mad.

Nick Harlin was the first cop to bust Johnny, and since that was the case, he must have figured he owned him or something. As Johnny drove toward the strip club, he thought of how much of a pain in the ass Harlin was in his life. It seemed like every move he made, Harlin was there watching. Harlin knew how to find Johnny. He didn’t have to bother Tawny to find him. Harlin was doing that to send a message. And to make matters worse, he had messed with Tawny’s face. Johnny was going to have to express his displeasure about that personally. One day, he would, and hopefully soon.

Johnny parked his car in front of the club. Even thought it was a fire lane, he left his car there, running. Johnny gave a quick glance to the doorman. “Just picking up Tawny, Bobby…only be a sec.”

Inside the club, everyone turned and watched Johnny enter. They had seen Tawny come out of the storeroom with Harlin, and they knew trouble was in the air. Some of the customers left rather than stick around for the fireworks. But Johnny would save that for later, when he met up with Harlin.

Johnny slowly strolled to Tawny, telling himself still to keep his cool. He looked at her face and softly held her chin in his hand. “Baby, I’m sorry about this. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything. Jesus! What the hell did he do to you?”

Johnny told Mike the bartender to get Tawny’s jacket. “Babe, I hope you understand this, but hospitals and emergency room people ask too many questions. Especially when they find out that Nick Harlin did this, that will only increase the heat on me. I have a guy that takes care of things like this. He’s not far from here. Come on, I’ll take you there.”

Johnny led Tawny away from the club into his car. She was walking slowly, obviously in pain. His ability to keep his cool was weakening. He turned to her as they drove off.

“What did he ask you about me? What did you tell him?”

 

[Mystical Avalon]

edited

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Catherine Murphy

Standing in the foyer as Johnny left, she thought about all the things she needed to be doing. There were so many things left undone lately. But, he was excited and eager so of course, He had been a friend of her father's and that made him a friend of hers. She had listened intently to his proposition about the shipment and told him she would get back in touch with his as soon as possible.

The thoughts of all that stuff was enough to make her very interested. The split would be nice and she could take a little time off. Maybe a vacation. She sighed as she watched the car pull out of the drive and onto the streets.

She made her way up the stairs to her room. She would need to talk to her father first. That would be another thing to add to her list for tomorrow.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Trying to walk was a chore. She was still very sore from the rough fucking she had received and her face hurt like hell.

"He jud ast where you were. Oh, Joddy, he wad awful. He brode my muda fukin node, pulled my hair. The bastad rabbed me. I told him you were on bidnedd. That you didnt wad to see him adywads" when she forced a smile, the blood from her mouth had turned her white teeth to pink.

Tears still coursing down her cheeks, she hobbled along. The cumm from the cop was running down her legs and dripping into her shoes.

"I cad wald no more Joddy. Cumm in my shood from him. Im so sorry" she said plopping down on the curb. This hurt more than she expected and she lt out a howl of pain. Making matters worse, it had begun to rain.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Detective Nick Harlin

Nick made his way back to the Baltimore PD HQ. Word was now officially on the street that Nick Harlin knew what was up with the Japanese shipment. He would wait to see how the dominoes started to fall before he decided his next step. As he drove the dark streets of Baltimore, he began to fantasize about how a big case like this could advance his career. Imagine the kudos and adulation…the promotion, the power….it was all possible now.

Nick needed some kind of infusion of good news in his life. Ever since his wife, Maureen, had left him, all he had was his work. He and Maureen had given it enough chances, that they both knew there was no saving their marriage. So he buried himself in his work. For that to make him happy, things would have to get better. Breaking this case, and saving the shipment, could make it happen.

He parked his car in the garage and made his way to the elevator. The skeleton crew sat at their computer terminals, a few perps sitting at cop’s desks, handcuffed to the chairs, giving Nick dirty looks. He ignored them. His hopes for a bit of quiet time in his office were immediately dashed when he turned the corner, and saw her. “FED” was the first thing that came to him, and sure enough, he was right.

“Hi, Detective Nick Harlin,” he said as he extended his hand. “And you are with the FBI. What’s your name?”

 

[cockslave]

"hi i'm susan richards, i believe you were expecting me. been assigned to your department as liason officer. now can we go somewhere and discuss the case."
geez this guy looked like he'd been pulled through a hedge backwards. his clothes dishevelled as if he had slept in them or been on a date that lasted all night. i'm sure i smelled alcohol and......sex. yes that was it , he smelled of sex.
he shows me through to a side room usually used for interviews ,offering a seat he goes over to the coffee machine in the corner, signalling if i want one.
"yes thanks , strong and black please detective. now tell me what you know so far about this shipment then i'll fill in with any additional information i may have"

 

[RockYourWorld]

Johnny "Fingers" Turner

Johnny was suddenly feeling like he was being pulled in a thousand directions. He needed to take care of Tawny, but he also had to get back in touch with Ms. Murphy. And there was a score to settle with Harlin. He walked over to Tawny and lifted her up, helping her into the car.

“I’m gonna fucking kill Harlin! : he said. “There is no way he’s gonna get away with this.” As the rain fell about them, he hit the city streets and drove to his friend, “Billy the Doc.”

Billy had been in the navy before getting thrown in a military prison for raping an officer. He served 20 years and came out a bitter man. He was able to scratch a living together by helping bad guys like Johnny with their problems, things like gunshots and stab wounds. As Johnny had explained to Tawny, hospitals took names and kept records, and that didn’t work in their lifestyle.

Johnny helped Tawny out of the car and led her up the short stairway to Doc’s first floor apartment. Doc heard the car and met them at the door.

“I need your help, Doc” Johnny said as he tightly held Tawny. “Nick Harlin did a little dance on Tawny’s face. I need you to fix her up.”

“Nick Harlin? I bet he’s asking you about that Japanese shit, isn’t he?” asked Doc.

God Dammit! thought Johnny. Is there anyone out there that doesn’t know about this? “Who knows with Harlin,” said Johnny. “Could be anything. For now, I need you to concentrate on Tawny.”

 

[RockYourWorld]

Detective Nick Harlin

Nick looked her over with scorn. He was hoping that the Feds would stay out of this for awhile, but it looked like that was too much to ask. Not surprising, he thought. If the Japanese shipment was stolen, it would be a huge national embarrassment.

But that didn’t mean that Nick was just going to hand over all his information and make Special Agent Richards here look smart. If this case was going to be Nick’s big break, he had to keep the outsiders outside. He casually moved to a chair, sipping his coffee, and sat across from her.

“Afraid I don’t know much so far” he said to her. It wasn’t really a lie. He was only beginning to look and feel around. “I especially don’t have any concrete information that is worthy of the FBI. I’m just starting to rattle some bad guy’s cages, see what shakes out.”

Nick could already tell that she wasn’t going anywhere. The Feds never left once they showed up. He would have to figure out some way to tell her things without telling her anything. And make it so that she believed him.

 

[cockslave]

"now i don't believe you know nothing detective, i know you know about the shipment, and that it's arriving at the docks aboard the ss vittorio withing the next few weeks. but did you know your old friend johnny turner was involved along with a mysterious white very wealthy female, who stays in the area . we just heard that johnny's girl tawny i think her name is has been roughed up downtown. no doubt one of the local hoodlums wanting in on the action. now do you have any further informationto add?"

 

[footballguy12]

Jack Dawn

When Jack Dawn gos out its said that someone is going to die but not this time this time hes lookin for information hes looking for johnny "fingers" he gose to the club he knows johnnys on and off girl friend works at but the manger tell him she left so he gose to johnnys house and waits

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Catherine picked up her small cell phone and dialed the numbers without looking. Her father would still be up and the visit earlier from Johnny was a little to rattling.

"Daddy, yeah its me. Look, I had a visit this evening. Yeah, Fingers. Yeah. He told me about the shipment and was wondering how and if I would like to contribute help. Oh, I dont know. He really didnt have time to tell me much or give specifics but he was really anxious to talk to me. What? Oh yeah, sure. No, he was alone. I know, hes a prick, but hes close to the family at least. Can we trust him? I dont know. That was the reason I called you. Should I set up a bona fide meeting? Umm Humm, okey, yeah I understand. What time? Short notice yeah, I will see what I can do. Night poppa. Love ya too." she said as she hung up.

Her father had been reluctant to let her help out let alone take over. She was good at what she did. That was one thing her father could say. She could be trusted and was good at her job. This thing with Johnny would go to her father. Through him even if necessary. She would meet with him tomorrow and they would set up the simple facts. She would then get in touch with Johnny at the Brass Monkey where he stayed most nights. No one else. Thats what her dad said over and over. No one else.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Detective Nick Harlin

OK, what was her story? Was she feeling him out? Did she already know that Nick had been over to see Tawny? Did she really think Catherine Murphy was “mysterious?”

Or was this lady just plain clueless? Great, thought Nick. Either she was just playing games, or she was incompetent. What was worse?

Nick decided to throw her bone, hoping that she might snatch it and run off, leaving him alone. “This “mysterious white very wealthy female” your talking about is Catherine Murphy. How mysterious she is depends on your perspective. From MY perspective, she’s not mysterious at all. She heads the biggest crime family in the city. Now, for you feds, she might be mysterious, but to us dumb local yocals, she’s target number one. But like most crime lords, or in her case, “crime lady,” she’s very well insulated. She’s not only surrounded by security, but everything she touches looks legitimate. She runs a waste management business, owns several restaurants down by the waterfront, all above board, all perfectly legal.”

Nick stood up and refilled his coffee cup, trying to judge if Susan was listening or not. “Of course, rumor has it that her family skims from the local dock workers union. No big surprise, most crime families count on unions for income and muscle. But Johnny Fingers isn’t stupid. He’s ugly, but he ain’t stupid. If Johnny wants to get his hands on the shipment, he knows he’ll need inside help on the docks. So going to see Catherine Murphy would be a logical move.”

Nick hoped he had managed to tell Agent Richards absolutely nothing. He also hoped any talk of who had roughed up Tawny was over with.

 

[RockYourWorld]

Johnny "Fingers" Turner

Tawny had fallen asleep at Doc’s house and would be out of it for awhile. Doc had given her some kind of pain killer – Johnny was sure that Doc didn’t even know what it was – but as long as she slept off the beating Nick Harlin had laid on her, Johnny would swing by in the morning and pick her up.

For now, Johnny had other matters to attend to. There was Catherine Murphy, who he had to get back in touch with, and Harlin, with whom there was a score to settle. Harlin would have to wait. Johnny would see him suffer for what he did to Tawny, but Johnny knew he had to keep his wits together and act like a businessman. Personal vendettas would be taken care of in time. Besides, Johnny thought, once I fence this Japanese shipment, I’ll have money to burn, and I’ll use it to burn Nick Harlin out of my life. Permanently.

As he drove down Doc’s street and onto Northbound Charles street, Johnny open his phone and dialed Catherine’s home. He knew he would have to talk to three layers of people again before he even was able to reach her, but that was the price you paid when you dealt with the most powerful crime boss in the city.

The call was quick but productive. Johnny could tell that her attitude had changed. Had she given it some thought and decided this was worth her effort? Or had someone else convinced her? Like her father, maybe? Johnny hoped that if that was the case, she wasn’t blabbing all over town about the shipment.

They had agreed to meet at the Brass Monkey, Johnny’s main hangout when he didn’t care who knew where he was. So far, Johnny didn’t think Harlin would come for him, not yet. When that was about to happen, and when this job started to heat up, Johnny knew he would have to find another place to lay his head.

 

[cockslave]

susan richards

"yes detective. we are fully aware of her involvement but are still trying to establish any connection between her and her father. who is the one running the show? how and when they plan on doing the deal. any inolvement of other family's or crooked cops. we are just trying to establish the facts detective harlin so that when we catch them there is no chance of a mistrial and them getting away with it."
"let's just say we plan on giving them enough rope to hang themselves with."


" so nick , just how well do you know johnny and tawny? had many run ins with them?

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Tawny lay on the little bed by the bathroom. Her face hurt like a bitch and her body was in screaming pain. She dared not move cause she didnt know if anything was broken. The Doc had set her nose with a great deal of discomfort and pumped her full of Vicocodon. She wanted to sleep. She wanted Johnny. She wanted to stick a shotgun up that mother fucker Hanlin;s ass and blow his balls to hell.

Her mind wasnt very sharp but she was always quick to retaliate when wronged. She knew Johnny would get back at Nick. But Johnny was a busy man. Something was running him in high gear lately and there would be no retribution for a while.

She would have to set it off. One way or another. She would get that prick Hanlin. Oh yeah. Even if it was another of the girls that did it, she would set that prick off. She smiled and closed her eyes. She saw spots, but that was from her head hitting the table so hard. The soreness in her loins was subsiding enough for her to finger herself to orgasm. Sometimes it had to be done. Fucked up as it sounded, she needed that release to fully sleep at night and when Johnny wasnt around a few fingers in her slit did the trick. Tonight was no exception.

 

[GentLi]

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