The
limo sped down the highway turning into the industrial area and Johnny thought
his end might come tonight in the hands of these two thugs. After twisting and
turning through the dark streets of Los Angeles the man continued satisfying himself until finally the limo came to a stop. The driver
appeared at the door and rustled Johnny out of the limo to the entrance of a dark warehouse his clothes
barely hanging onto his body with no chance to arrange himself. When
the door was pushed open the light coming from inside blinded Johnny for a
moment as the driver and man pushed by him still holding onto him preventing
him from escaping like a rag doll that was no longer cared for but still wanted. When he entered he saw Rooskie standing inside with other
thugs at a bar that was positioned to the far corner of the large empty
space. He looked at Johnny briefly his piercing eyes burning into him the
message to not reveal that Johnny knew him. Johnny looked down as the man and his thug driver pushed him
forward and passed the bar where Rooskie stood through a narrow cold hallway.
Finally
and what seemed like an eternity while the man continued to grope him now and
then and the driver thug pushed him forward he was pushed into a small office room. The driver pushed him into a chair that sat
behind a cluttered desk that the man sat behind lighting a cigar before he finally sat down in the large over done chair. His face smirked at Johnny with the knowledge
that he owned him and could do what he wanted with Johnny. “Now listen pal this
is not anything serious just a plain ol’ business deal between you and me. I
plan to give you a take but of course mine will be bigger since I am the brains
on this plan.” Johnny sat silent as the driver thug kept his hand on his
shoulder standing behind him.
These men are killers he thought and disagreeing was fatal.
“I
have a politician that I want worked” the man went on his cigar smoke filling
the air until Johnny felt high from it “ he did me wrong and thinks he can run
me and now its my turn to put him in my pocket for good. You my friend are the
perfect weapon.” The man went on describing his plan for Johnny to lure the
politician into a hotel room where the man would have others handle his pictorial demise.
He would be drugged and Johnny would put the drug into his drink in the hotel
room. The politician would be lured to the room with the invitation of what he
would be led to believe would be a female whore but Johnny would be his whore
in the darkness instead. Johnny
felt his pulse racing as the man gave him all the details. Johnny would be paid
like a whore for his time with the politician and not a piece of the extortion
take.
Johnny tried to tell the man again about his agreement to work for others
meekly but the man was clearly deaf to this information and was uninterested in
anything but acceptance of his plan or he would surely fit him with shoes meant to
sink him to the bottom of a deep hole. His shoulder ached from the weight of the heavy hand that
held him to that seat. Finally the man put out his cigar and at the same time his
driver grabbed Johnny and threw him into the small room adjacent to the
cluttered office that Johnny didn't even notice existed when he entered the room. The door slammed behind him and he heard the lock clatter and
he knew he was trapped. A small light bulb hanging from a unprotected wire
hung from the ceiling and a mat that was dirty with the despair of others
before him was sprawled on the floor were the only items in this room of captivity. He knew he was not the first to be put
here but was one of many in what was likely a long list of deathly persuasion
games.
Johnny
was tired and welcomed sleep despite his desperate circumstance. He laid down
on the dirty mat and fell asleep quickly while voices behind the walls
continued to go on late into the night muffled from understanding by the concrete
walls that surrounded him.
