Payment to the Mob (Open)

[WingedFlight]

Ava had always been a daddy's girl, especially after her mother had died. Now that she was in college she and her father were closer than ever, chatting on the phone daily for hours at a time. Fortunately, the end of the term had arrived and Ava was coming back home. Her boots clicked crisply on the cobble stoned walkway as she headed toward her house, suitcase in hand, her dark hair tied back, wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

What she didn't know was that her father was a professional hitman for the local mob - a rather good one at that. Unfortunately, his last job had been a complete failure. In order to prove his loyalty and save his own life, Ava's father had sold her to the mob. But she didn't know this. Instead, she unlocked the front door to the house, kicking off her shoes by the door before entering.

"Dad!" She called out cheerfully, shutting the door behind her. "I'm home!"

No answer.

Curious, Ava dropped her belongings by the door, shutting it quietly behind her. Slowly, carefully, she crept through the house, feeling oddly like a character in a horror film. "Dad?" She called out again, an unmistakable edge of fear in her voice. Never in all of her 18 years of life had her father not been home to greet her, except for when he was on one of his infrequent business trips. A thousand possibilities swarmed her mind. What if he was hurt? What if he was in the hospital right now and -?

"In here, sweetheart," her father called from the kitchen, interrupting her thoughts. Feeling foolish for letting her imagination get the best of her, she rushed into the room, her blue eyes practically sparkling with relief. "Dad!" She cried happily. But no... Something was wrong. Her father sat hunched over the kitchen table, two bottles of whiskey - one empty and the other almost empty - at his side. He didn't even look at her when she bounded in, instead staring into the contents of his drink.

"Ava... I've been a good father haven't I?"

She looked at him, confused. "Yeah, of course. Why?"

He ignored her. "Sometimes we make mistakes. Things go wrong. Sacrifices have to be made," he cleared his throat and finally looked up at her, his eyes vacant and unfocused. "Forgive me."

"Wh-what are you talking about?" Ava asked. She felt a growing sense of dread fill her and she took a step backward.

 

[WingedFlight]

(Bump, bumpity, bump.)

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Carlos Drambreezzi

Carlos "the Bull" Drambreezzi stepped out of the shadow of the refrigerator.

"You see we have a problem here!" Carlos gives her an evil smile.

"Certain thing had to happen or unpleasant events were going to take place." Carlos looks around the kitchen.

"You see what I mean, don't you?"Carlos return his gaze on Ava.

" I mean your a smart girl after all. You go ta college and all." Carlos moves next Ava's dad.

"You know what your father does." Carlos puts his hand on Ava's dads shoulder while he looks at Ava. "You do know, right?"

 

[WingedFlight]

Ava stared at the unfamiliar man as he placed a hand on her father's shoulder.

"Who the fuck are you?" She murmured to herself, as if half in a nightmare. "This is a joke, right?" Ava glanced at her father pleadingly, her blue eyes growing wide with fear.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

This is a joke, right

"This is a joke, right?"
Carlos tightened his hand on Ava's father's shoulder. He winces slightly, but remains quiet. Carlos raises his other hand to his chin and looks thoughtfull. Then looks at Ava.

"In way, you are right Ava, this is a joke, but you see the joke is on you." Carlos tightens his hand more so on her father's shoulder.

"You see Ava dear, the joke as you so cleaverly asked is that your father here is in a bit of a jam. And the joke is that you are the solution to the joke of a job he did on his last assignment."

 

[WingedFlight]

She inadvertently winced as the unknown man tightened his grip on her father's shoulder.

This had to be some sort of sick joke. There was no way her father would let someone frighten her like this. Ava tilted her head and lifted an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Ok, this has all been super funny. You can knock it off now," the girl said, her voice sounding strained as she backed into one of the kitchen's corners.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

failure to communicate

Carlos watched as Ava backed into one of the kitchen corners. He knew that she felt trapped. The fact that she trapped herself made him smile.

"As they said in the movies. What we have here is a faiure to communicate. I see you don't have a full grasp of what is going on here." Carlos releases his grip on her father's shoulder. Carlos turns and looks at him.

"Your father is what the family calls a mechanic. A wet work machanic." Ava's father looks up at Carl for a second then looks down at the floor and nods. Carlos continues. "A wet work mechanic, fixes things. Permanently you might say. What they used to call in the old days a 'torpedo'. Or if you like a more vulgar term, a hit man."

Carlos raises his gaze back to Ava. "You know I just realized that you have no earthly idea who I am. I think I'll rectify that now. My name is Carlos Drambreezzi. Some people know me as 'the bull' for a couple resons. But we can get to that later, upstairs."

Carlos moves over to a chair and pulls it out and sits down, still looking at Ava. " You must be thinkin, so if good old dad is a mechanic what is Carlos?"
Carlos puts on a big smile and nods his head.

"And that would be a very good question. I'm whats called an 'Enforcer'. I make people do thing they would not normally do under normal circumstances. And we will get to that too....shortly."

Carlos turns serious as he looks at Ava. "I figure by now you might have a few question. You want to ask me a question? Like what is your part in this mad little act, you what to ask me something? Besides if this is a joke or is something funny going on. Trust me on this, this is no joke, and there is no humor in what is going to take place if this goes badly. So what is your question?"

 

[WingedFlight]

"A wet work mechanic, fixes things. Permanently you might say. What they used to call in the old days a 'torpedo'. Or if you like a more vulgar term, a hit man."

Ava tore her gaze from the unknown man and looked to her father, studying his face. Any second now, her father would put an end to all this. He'd tell the obviously crazy man in his kitchen to leave. She kept staring at her father, silently pleading with him to tell her that the strange man in their home was lying.

But he simply lowered his eyes to the contents of his glass, as if in shame.

"But..." She whispered, her throat suddenly going dry. Her vision swam a bit, and she put a hand on the tiled counter, as if to steady herself, not even noticing that she had effectively cornered herself in front of this strange man, barely listening as he introduced himself.

"No! This is a mistake! My dad doesn't kill people. He's a businessman! He sells computer parts!" Ava shouted at Carlos, before turning to her father. "Tell him he's wrong! Tell him to leave! Call the police on him! Do something!"

Her father gave a slight, almost imperceptible, shake of his head, looking defeated. She gaped at him, stunned. The color draining from her face as she struggled to regain her composure. Finally, the girl glanced at Carlos, shooting him a look of pure venom.

"Why are you here? What do you want?"

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

"Why are you here? What do you want?"

"Why are you here? What do you want?" Ava askes.
Carlos leans back in his chair and smiles. "Now those are the type of questions I like to here. Direct and to the point. Lets see. Why am I here?" Carlos pauses and looks at Ava's dad. And slowly nods his head. He raise a hand up to his face and rubs his chin slowly.

"Why am I here?" still looking at Ava's father. " You think I should come right out and tell her?" Carlos waits a few second. "Yeah thats what I thought!" Then returns his gaze on Ava. "I have a multitude of possible answers for you. Lets start with the worst case scenario. I put a fuckin bullet in the back of both your fuckin heads and walk out of here empty handed!"

Carlos pulls a 45 cal. model 1911 APC out of his shoulder holster and layes it on the table facing Ava.

"What do I want? For starters take your clothes off, get naked!" Carlos pokes Ava's Dad. "You got a problem with that, dad?"

Ava's dad looks up a Ava then down to the floor. "No...its not a problem."

Carlos smiles and leans back in his chair. "Good, very good." he brings his hands up to behind his head and leans back further. "The family wants to find out what it just bought....you can start to undress any time."

 

[WingedFlight]

If she was frightened before, Ava felt an overwhelming sense of terror as the man threatened to murder both her and her father right then and there. Stunned, she stared as if transfixed as Carlos placed the gun on the table.

Ava flinched as if she had been struck as she was ordered to strip naked in front of her father and a perfect stranger. Was this really happening?

She took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin defiantly, glaring down at the man who had made her question everything she knew in the span on a few minutes. Despite her brave act, however, her hands visibly trembled when she turned her back on the men and began to undress.

"The family wants to find out what it just bought..." Carlos' words echoed through her mind as she slowly pulled the t-shirt over her head and wiggled out of her jeans, leaving her clad in only her pink lace bra and black cotton panties.

What the fuck did he mean by "bought"? Just what was going to happen to her? With her back still turned, she began to scan the kitchen for something she could use as a weapon. There was a knife block in front of her. Maybe if she could just grab one of the butcher's knives, she could rush the enforcer before he had time to grab his gun from the table...

Pretending to have trouble unhooking the clasps of her bra, Ava quickly stole a peek behind her, trying to work out a plan of escape.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

ah, the monent of truth

Carlos watched as Ava turned and with out a word started to undress. First thing to come off is her t- shirt which she took off slowly. Not suductive slow, but almost slow motion slow. She's trying to think of a way out of this.

Still with her back turned she wiggled out of her tight fitting jeans. Carlos watches as her finger miss the catch on her bra. She looks back at him.

"Ava dear I know what your thinking dear, I've been here before with other reluctant woman. You know what I learned? You know what... stop for a second...come here!" Carlos sits up, pickes up one of the whiskey bottles and breaks it on the side of the table. Peices of glass go flying. He looks at Ava and gives her an evil little grin. And thrust the broke end into her father's upper arm and shoulder area.

"You want ta fuck around? You want to fuck with me? I'll ram this bottle in to the back of his fuckin head. Carlos watched as a spotch of blood showed through the mans shirt. His hand had come up to cover his wound. It now had thaces of blood on it.

"Come here Ava, you have that bra off before you take two steps or I'll fuck your father up real bad!"

 

[WingedFlight]

Turning, Ava shrieked loudly when the broken glass plunged into her father's upper arm. "Stop it!" She screamed, her blue eyes staring with horror as blood seeped from the wound.

Panicked, she quickly undid the bra, letting it fall to the ground before yanking off her panties. Humiliated, she wrapped an arm around her breasts, and dropped a hand over her sex, trying to preserve some of her modesty.

"There! I did what you asked! Now will you leave us alone?" Her voice shook as if she were on the verge of crying.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Now will you leave us alone?

There! I did what you asked! Now will you leave us alone?

Carlos brushes the broken shards of glass off the table only to find a small sliver in his own hand. He raises the hand to his lips and pulls it out with his teeth and spits into her fathers hair.

With the broken bottle still in his hand he points it at her father. Just under the speading blood stain.

"Ava my dear why would I leave I'm having a grand time! Now come closer. Undo my pants. Get on you knees. Slowly draw my cock out and start sucking on till I tell you to stop. Understand?"

 

[WingedFlight]

"What? No!" Her defiant streak had returned and she glared at him.

This wasn't happening! It couldn't be happening. She had never given a blowjob before, and the thought of putting a man's dick in her mouth made her stomach churn with disgust.

But Ava knew that Carlos held all the cards, and he had already proven that he was perfectly willing to hurt her father.

"I'll do it," she said quickly, not wanting to piss off Carlos further. "Just... Can we go somewhere else? I don't want to do--you know, that--in front of him." She said, glancing at her father.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

oh, we will go somewhere else later

Carlos studies Ava closely. "Oh, we will go somewhere else later. But for now suck my cock, right here,right now! Get on your knees and undo my pants."

He pokes her father with the bottle. Just below his bloody finger. "You don't mind if she blows me while your here do you?" The man just shakes his head not wanting to look at his naked daughter. "Ava do as he says, dear..our lives depend on it."

Carlos smiles as he hears the words. "Your are so on target. If you had been sober and hit the right guy, you and you lovely daughter would be having a pleasent chat about what happened at school. But no! You went and shot the wrong guy. You fucked up! You fucked up big time. And poor Ava is going to pay the piper. She pays for your mistake."

 

[WingedFlight]

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then quickly shut it when she saw the look of defeat on her father's face.

Biting her lip, she walked over and then knelt between Carlos' legs. Hot, angry tears began to flow down her cheeks as she hesitantly began to unzip his fly, fully exposing her full breasts and pussy as her hands worked to free his cock.

Ava blushed a bit when she saw his dick for the first time, looking huge in her small hands. Trying not to think about what she was doing, she gingerly flicked her tongue over the tip of his shaft before taking him into her mouth. Her pretty head bobbed up and down rhythmically.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Not bad.

"Not bad" Carlos praises. He watches as Ava's mouth takes his shaft. "Now you get the idea why the ladies call me 'the Bull'. I may not be hung like a horse like 'the Turk' but as you can see its a pleasure machine."

Carlos undoes his belt and pulls it free from the loops. Then undoes the top botton and flat hook. His pannts open more so. Then he raises slightly as Ava continues to bob her head. He pushes his pants down so his ass is now on the chair.

"You show great promise Ava. You may yet save your father's life. Now take a breather. Untie my shoes and pull my pants off and fold the them neatly over the back of of the chair over there." Carlos points to a chair across the kitchen.

Ava's father looks over at Ava, looks only into her face. "I think it would be fair to tell...why I fuc...messed up." Carlos interupts him and pokes him with the bottle again. "Please there is plenty of time for long sad stories of your sad misfortunes. The short version is, you shot the wrong guy. You were drunk, you missed killing the loan shark and hit our man. His family, still wants you dead, remember. "

 

[WingedFlight]

Ava stopped sucking and lifted her head almost immediately, grateful to have been given a chance to stop.

With a nod, she bent to untie his shoes, pulling them off and laying them to the side, before grasping his pants and tugging at them angrily--humiliated at what she was being forced to do.

Standing, Ava grabbed the pants and headed across the room to the other kitchen chair. She folded the pants slowly, taking her time. She was standing next to the entrance to the hallway. Maybe if she moved quickly enough, she could dash from the hall to the den and out the backdoor. Then she could get to a neighbor's house and use their phone to call the police.

Her father stood up suddenly, yanking her from her reverie as she draped the pants over the back of the chair. She stared, confused, as he wobbled in front of Carlos, almost too drunk to stand.

"Look, Carl! Buddy! We both know I messed up. My kid doesn't need to be dragged into it. Let me talk to the boss. Make things right. There's gotta be something I can do. Something that doesn't involve my daughter getting killed or... Y'know... Otherwise involved." He slurred, before glancing from Ava to the hallway and back to Carlos, as if he knew her thoughts.

"I mean, hell, we all screw up sometimes, right? Nobody's perfect. Sometimes you've just gotta--AVA FOR FUCKSSAKE RUN!"

She hesitated for a moment, unwilling to leave her father behind, but then sprinted down the hallway when she saw the look on his face. Terrified, she ran faster than she ever had in her life, rounding the corner into the den until the backdoor was finally in sight...

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Tony 'the Cobra' Brodski

The black 2013 Escalade EXT 4-door, 5-passenger luxury pickup sat behind the house. Tony had been with the family for five years now. He had been promoted to driver six months ago. He had started as a numbers runner. Then the family had moved him to Vagas to learn more about the gambling business. While there he found he had a knack for running a string of girls on the street. After three years they pulled him out of Vagas. Mainly, because of the heat.

A few bodies had been found. Although no fingerprint had been found on the bodies. The forensic on the bodies had been the same. A poisoned knife wound had been found on all the ladies bodies. The police had a rough sketch of a man called the Cobra. Though they did not know his true name.

Tony's cell phone rang. "Ava is coming out the back door, she's naked." Carlos states quite calmly. Tony picks up the Browning Maxus shotgun that is laying across the frount seat. And opens the drivers side door and steps out. The back door is right next to him.

The plan had been for Carlos to evaluate Ava's ability to serve the family as a sex toy gift to Rocko 'the Moose' Rosello, because one of his younger son had been shot by Ava's dad. Rocko did want Ava's dad dead. And the plan was to kill him and give Ava to Rocko as family 'we are sorry' gift.

Now Ava is making an effort to run out on the deal her father had made to save her life and keep her from being a sex slave. Tony is well aware of what was at stake if she got away. He opens the back door as he can hear her boots clicking on the den floor. He lowers the shot gun as she appears.

"You have two choices. Stop or die."
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Carlos picks up the 45 and puts it two inches from the man's head. Then pulls the trigger. The 45 bucks in his hand and the round penetrats his head and sends a shower of blood over the room. The sound echos through out the room, then the house.

 

[WingedFlight]

Her boots clacked across the wooden floor. It was so close... So close. Freedom was only a couple steps away. Heart pounding, Ava reached out, grasped the door knob and opened the door, ready to hurl herself outside toward the neighbor's house.

It was then the the tiny ray of hope died within her. She saw the shotgun first, then the great hulking figure of a man blocking her path. Reaching out, she quickly grabbed the door frame to keep from tumbling forward into the man. Terrified, she stopped when he ordered her to, staring up at him. "Get out of my way!" She shouted, before hearing the sound of a gun shot.

"Dad?" She called. Hearing no answer, she whipped herself in the opposite direction, ignoring the man with the shotgun as she ran back to the kitchen, her heart beating frantically to the point where she thought it would burst.

It was several moments before she realized she had been screaming at the sight of her father's body, and the gore that covered the room. Her knees weakened, and she sank down onto the floor, covering her face with her hands.

It seemed like forever until her screams finally died down into sobs. And she sat there, weeping, unable to believe what was happening.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

calmly

Carlos throws the broken wiskey bottle toward the sink. He heard it break into peices. Calmly he replaced the 45 back into his shoulder holster. He slowly walks over to his pants. Just then Ava comes back into the kitchen and starts screaming at the sight of her father's head blown open. Carlos steps into his pants.

Tony comes in a few seconds later and looks at Carlos. "We don't have a lot of time." Carlos looks up at him as he slips into his shoes. "I know!" he replies. By now Ava is sitting on the floor sobbing. Carlos quickly ties his shoes and croses the kitchen. He picks up his belt with one hand and points to the door with the other. "I'll get her you get the Caddy started."

Tony turns and hurries out of the room. Carlos walk quickly over to Ava. With out hand he grabs her arm and pulls her up off the floor. She is still crying.
"Why? Why did I shoot him? You ran Ava. You ran and he died. Its that simple." Carlos makes a quick loop out of his belt puts it over her head. He tightens it around her neck. She looks at him bewildered. He pulls the tightened belt toward the door and leads her toward the back of the house. He can hear the powerfull roar of the Cad start.

When they reach the back door he stops and looks at Ava. Her eys wide with fright. He looks over her naked body. She had blood on her knees and hands from when she had sat on the floor. "To bad, I would of loved to had fucked your pretty young body. Now the Turk will start your training. What a shame!"
She looks at him as if he is speaking a foreign language.

Carlos opens the back door and sees Tony has the hard back cover up on the back of the Cady. Tony walks over to her and grabs an arm and leads her to the rear of the luxury pickup as he does Carlos removes the belt from Ava's neck. With gate down and the top raised he is able to shove Ava into the back with little problem. When she is stowed away he closes the gate and drops the hard top down and locks both into place. With in seconds Carlos and Tony are in the front seats. Tony puts the Cady into gear and they roar down the back drive way and out on to the road.

"Its about 20 minutes to the highway then two hour to the state line." Tony says. "Thats fine with me." Carlos replies.

 

[WingedFlight]

She walked as if in a trance, offering little resistance as Carlos used his own belt as a makeshift collar and leash, then led her to the back of the truck like she was a dog.

He had said something to her about training, but she only distantly heard him.

This is my fault. All my fault...

She was forced into the bed of the truck, where she quickly curled her lithe body into a ball. As the hard shell locked into place and the truck began to move, she found herself wondering what was going to happen to her. Surely the neighbors would have heard the gunshot and the screams. Maybe they would call the police. Maybe she would be track down and saved. Maybe she'd get justice. Maybe she'd make the men sitting in the font seat pay.

And then what?

It's not as if things would ever be normal again. Her father would never be around to talk to, or see her graduate college, or get married, or...

My fault...

Her body was wracked with sobs again and she curled into herself even more tightly. She had to be strong. Her father had wanted her to run; he had been trying to save her. She couldn't give up...

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Hasan 'the Turk' Patirer

The phone rang on his desk. "One coming in 20 minutes." is all the voice said. It had been a sharp female voice that grated on his male ego. The female underboss was a thorn in his side since the family had taken him into their protection.

He knows the story well. The machanic known to him only by reputation and nickname. The 'Artist' was well known in mob circles. A very low key gentleman. Only the top members of the family knew his real name. Why they called him 'the Artist' is a mystery to the 'Turk'. He only kew his own business., smuggling and sex training. They worked well together.

The old warehouse near the water served as the perfect place for the smuggling operation. It had been a supply base for secret operations 3 wars back. The goverment was selling off unused land in out of the way places to raise money for other black ops that they wanted to keep under the radar. This one had everything that the family needed. It was quiet area far from police patrols. It had in its earlier times been known as "hangman's point".
Early colonist hung pirates at this place early in the countries beginings. The name had stuck with the mob. To this day they called it that, 'hangman's point'.
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The black 2013 Escalade EXT moved smoothly through the traffic. The state road had been a little under repaired. Members of the state goverment worked slowly to get the best road the people could use and still line there pockets with kick back monies. The highway on the other hand was new. 800k a mile had been the price and the contractor was happy to make the deal. It was said that at mile marker 189 three bodies had been buried during a night operation of paving. That crew had been local boys that knew how to keep their mouths shut about "night operations'.

The trip had taken 30 mintes over the state road. Then anonther 2 hours to the state line, then another 145 miles to the highway cutoff. Kittersville was a sleepy out of the way place. A once bustling little town during the wars. No local police were needed. There was no local crime to speak of. Only six people lived in the town and none of them voted. No one was interested in Kittersville. The mob liked it that way and so did the locals. It was 30 miles to a 'real' town. Moonshine, guns, and ladies of the night that needed training were a growing trade for the little town of 6. Taxes were low and the profits high.

At exit 145 Tony moves the Cady smoothly to the off ramp. There was no light only a single stop sign. The last sign of civilization for many miles around.
He stops at the sign. Just in case. From there it was smooth sailing over rough back roads. Ten minutes later they were in Kittersville. Tony parks in front of 'Big Mommas' place. Tony gets out and stretchs. Carlos climbs out and walks quickly over to the front door of the tavern and opens it. "Honey I'm home!" he calls out.

"Very funny skinny white boy!" says the large black woman behind the bar. A small white woman in the far left corner boothe picks up her cell phone. "One coming in 20 minutes" is all she said.

Tony slowly walks to the rear of the Cady and opens the back gate and the hard top back cover. He helps Ava out of the back and gets her on her feet. "Now I'm going to take you into Momma's place. You behave your self or Momma will kick your ass. And don't worry about dressing, Momma has seen a lot of naked white girls in her place."

 

[WingedFlight]

She glared at Tony, yanking her arm away as he tried to help her out of the back of the Cady. "Don't fucking touch me," she hissed before sliding out the back. Ava stood, blinking in the light as her eyes adjusted, her hands instinctively moving to cover her nakedness. She glanced around, searching in vain for a familiar landmark; something--anything--to tell her where she was.

As far as she could tell though, she was in the middle of no where, with not even the highway in sight. Just a small cluster of grim-looking buildings, the sun-bleached paint peeling from their walls, and miles of open land stretching as far as the eye could see.

Running, Ava realized, was clearly not an option. Not yet, anyway. Not until she could get hold of enough water. Maybe then she could follow the tire tracks back to civilization. Or maybe she could find a phone somewhere, call the cops, and... And tell them what, exactly? "Oh hey, I have no idea where I am or even if I'm in the same state. But I've been taken somewhere by a bunch of murderers who killed my father and probably want to kill me too. So if you could come get me, that would be just great." Yeah, that would get her rescued in no time.

Ava studied the ground, pretending not to listen as Tony told her she was being taken to a place owned by someone named "Momma," and to behave herself.

She looked down as her body, still stiff from travel and naked except for the pair of boots she had arrived home in. This sight of her arms and legs covered in her father's dried blood made her want to start retching right then and there. Instead, she whirled around, furious, and belted Tony across the nose with her fist. "You won't get away with this! People will be looking for me, you son of a bitch!" She screamed.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Memphis, St. Louis, Chicago

To shot to the nose surprises Tony. "If this was Vagas baby you would be dead in an hour." He says holding his nose looking at Ava angerly. "But its not Vagas its Kittersville. And your right people will be looing for you. "He pushes her toward the front door.

" While you were in the kitchen blowing Carlos I collected your things by the front door. Your back pack is on its way to Chicago. Family members there will drop your wallet next to the next dead body on the South side. Your purse is on a bus to Memphis them on to St. Louis your student ID is in your purse. We wiped the prints off the 45 and smeared your fathers blood on the slide. From traces on Carlo's pants and shoes. It will look like you two had a fight and you shot him. Then you put the gun in your backpack. You left your bloody clothes behind, changed with clothes in your bag. Hitched a ride to the bus station and you got separated from your stuff. Yeah they will be looking for you all right for murdering your father." He pushes her to the front door of Big Momma's.

"If you like in a few weeks when your training is over you can go Chicago and see if the bus station still has your bag." He says with a grin. Tony look through the screen door and sees Big Momma looking back at him.

Big momma looks at Ava then back at Tony. "Your not bringing this skinny white cunt into my place! Take her out back and put the hose on her. Get that blood off her. " She looks back to Ava. " You try punchin me in the nose I'll shove a ball bat up your twatt and a garden hose up your ass and make you a fuckin three legged fountain. You gat me piss breath cunt!"