Chapter Twenty-One
Fernandez
The hit on Gomez wasn’t successful and my mood goes from bad to worse. Adding to the cartel’s fuck up, the son of a bitch who sent me the last two hookers cut me off. Says he wants nothing to do with more disappearing prostitutes because the other women in his stable are rebelling. I smell bullshit. I’m willing to pay big money and he had no problem taking it the last time.
I need to fucking pound some snatch and then snuff out the life of said snatch to keep my cool. Nothing is going as planned, and Goose isn’t helping matters by sulking around about his dead fucking cousin. The man was stupid enough to be taken down by a woman. He deserved exactly what he got.
When the bitches escaped, Goose and I were out doing surveillance to see how difficult it would be to launch an attack against Moon’s compound. Lucas had one fucking job—feed the women. He couldn’t even get that right.
The only good thing right now is Goose found us another house. The dirty motel room was more than I could take. This place was available because it has no central air in this godforsaken desert heat. It has what’s referred to as an evaporative cooling system. It circulates warm air while adding moisture in this damn over-abundant humidity. This wasteland is not the promised dry heat they brag about.
Goose has been walking around in his fucking saggy, white briefs because of the temperature inside the house since we arrived. For some reason he makes me think of my dead heads, the stuffed animals that populated my home in California before the prick Austin burned it down. I miss those fucking animals and had managed to replace a few at the last rental. Moon burned the fuck out of those too and he’s even higher on my hit list now. Goose belches disturbing the quiet and my thinking. Glancing at the fuckface, I imagine how his head would look on a nice piece of polished, cherry wood. If we had time, I’d visit the taxidermist who sold me the other animals I just lost and I’d restart my collection. It will wait and so will Goose’s mounted head, at least until I’m through with him.
The only positive about the place Goose rented is that it has no one living nearby. It’s hard to explain women’s screams coming from the bedroom at a motel. Even when gagged, they make too much noise. I might sweat like a fucking pig while humping some cunt here, but at least we won’t be dealing with the police.
“Goose. Get your fucking clothes on and find me a cunt to fuck. I don’t want some skank off the street either. Find me a piece of young snatch.”
He grabs his balls with one hand and grins. I almost grab my gun and shoot him. “We gonna fuck her up?”
“Yeah, we gonna fuck her up,” I mimic his whiny nasal voice.
It goes right over his head, the fucking moron. With his ridiculous grin still in place, he heads to his room and puts clothes on. A few minutes later, he leaves me in fucking peace. With his idiot face out of here, I call my California connection for news on Austin and my sister using speaker phone now that Goose’s ears are out of range.
“They took off a few days ago for an unknown destination. Took some of his men.”
I rub my sweating palms together. They’re here in Arizona, I can feel it and they’re exactly where I want them.
“Can you get close enough to blow up his house while he’s gone?”
He grunts. “They have the property sealed tighter than Fort Knox.”
Fucking coward asshole. If I were there, I’d find a way. I push the thought aside. “Do you have connections for C-4 in Arizona?” This piece of shit I’m talking to is almost worse than Goose. Smarter yes, but he doesn’t do anything without a hefty amount of cash. His baby shit ass is also afraid of Austin, which means he isn’t much use to me. He and his small group of idiots will meet a swift end when California is mine.
“For the right price, I can get you anything.”
Of course he can. “Give me a number and I’ll wire the money.” I have off-shore bank accounts that handle my millions. It’s the only reason I’ve stayed afloat since Austin fucked up my life and took my sister.
I end the call and transfer the money with a few clicks on my smartphone. He’s gouging me on the C-4, but beggars can’t be choosers. I’d rather make Moon suffer slowly by hurting someone close to him. But I’m a man of many plans and if taking out his entire team is what’s required, I’ll take my slow revenge elsewhere.
An hour later, Goose returns with a hot Latina cunt. She appears to be in her late teens. It’s hard to tell with her smeared makeup because of her crying. I like the tears and the way she shakes when looking at us.
“How old are you?” I ask after grabbing a handful of her hair and smiling into her tear-streaked face.
“Seventeen,” she manages to quiver out of those lush lips of hers. They’re painted black and I kinda like it. Blood will look good on her. Younger would have been nicer, but she’ll do.
“I hope you’re good at giving head. If not, I’ll cut your worthless throat.” I pull the large hunting knife from my hip. It’s so much better than a gun for intimidation. Women would rather be shot than have their faces fucked up. This girl will blow me and if she’s still fuckable afterward, I’ll give her to Goose. When he’s finished, I’ll wrap my fingers around her throat and squeeze the life from her terrified eyes.
I unzip my pants and force her to her knees.
It’s not her lucky day.