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CHAPTER 39 MY OWN CRIMINAL RAT

For a moment when Johnny opened his eyes he felt confusion and couldn’t remember where he was. A beam of sunlight hitting his eyes that was cutting through the black out curtains on the windows made it difficult for him to focus. He lifted his head to escape the blinding light and saw people asleep around him all over the living room. He tried to remember what happened but it was hazy after he ate the food. He considered that this bunch of surf town dudes might have laced the feast they had prepared for this shindig. He checked his clothes and there were no signs of a struggle or that anything had been removed. He could smell the food again and looked over to the table and saw that enough was left to give him a good start but he didn’t want to take a chance that he would be out of it again. Whatever he couldn’t remember didn’t matter and his mind once again became driven on thoughts of getting to Tatiana’s house. He crept over the passed out partygoers and headed out again towards Tatiana’s house.

The morning air was brisk and the city so quiet he could hear his footsteps echo as he walked. He liked this time of day when no one was about and all asleep in their beds. Movement was easier and unfettered by the interruption of people moving to and fro on all sides. By the time he reached Tatiana’s house it was mid afternoon and he could feel the weight of his legs as his light headed hunger tormented him to singularly focus on rest and nutrition. He went up to the door without trepidation this time knowing he had pulled off a great scam that all were benefiting from including Tatiana and she would surely be his welcoming protector again.

When he put his hand to the back screen door it jarred his hand off when the door didn’t open from the pulling thrust of his exuberance. He tried again and it was clear that the screen door was now locked. He became puzzled and his adrenaline shook off his focus of hunger and rest and put his brain on overdrive. He scurried to the window to look inside and saw that there was nothing left in the kitchen and items were strewn in a way to confirm a quick clean out. He went to peer into the other windows and found the same thing and knew that Tatiana had left along with Rooskie. But where? He had no idea and his heart sank as he drove his fingers into his head trying to end the pain of what he felt from this abandonment until he remembered Rooskie’s room. He could go into it now that they were gone and see what else he could find. Surely he would find Tatiana again and if he had enough he could eliminate Rooskie permanently. He broke the window and climbed in the window.

The house was dusky, dark and smelled stale and not a sound was heard but his own steps as he walked through the hallway towards Rooskie’s room. The liberation he felt in finally being able to walk into his room without about worrying whether he would be caught and punished exhilarated Johnny even more. When he thrust the door open only scraps of unused packing paper lifted slightly off the floor. Rooskie had taken everything in that room with him and there was nothing to gain here. Johnny felt defeated and confused. His head sagged and just then something shiny pierced through his teary eye. He wiped away his tears and picked up the object hoping he had found something of value. Twirling it around in his hand he realized it was a small hair accessory that was cheap and the kind you would find at a discount store. Johnny threw it back down to the ground with a disgusted throw, it had no value to him and now he had another problem; he was alone again and broke.

Johnny decided he would spend some time resting here with the slight hope that Tatiana would return and began looking for any scraps of food that may have been left behind. The kitchen looked like the other rooms in the house; completely cleaned out but Johnny found some stale bread pieces that had apparently fallen out into one of the drawers and quickly ate them. He found no other food. Johnny’s sadness in Tatiana leaving him overwhelmed him as he curled into a ball on the kitchen floor wanting to disappear.

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Johnny felt glee watching the politician he was successful in trapping into this wicked web, plead to Skinny Sam’s cold thugs to not ruin his life and his political career; he would do whatever Skinny Sam wanted. He agreed to payments of money, contracted work from the city and to be beholden to Skinny Sam entirely. The plan had worked so well Johnny was amazed at how easy it was and he felt confirmed in his own life plan that would never make him one who had to toil for money. Those were the fools to Johnny and all those people were below him; each and every one. Even this politician who worked for the people was a fool and deserved to get dicked and Johnny loved watching his downfall. The perfect extortion scheme was at work again but now at an elevated level and Johnny saw the power that he could gain from it for himself.

‘Get out now!” the thug that watched over Johnny screamed at him from across the room. “Leave the dress and get out!” he screamed again and Johnny knew the best thing to do was to move quickly. As Johnny raised up from the bed he said “I need my stuff.” But the thug’s face was burning through Johnny knowing that his life hung on what he did next. He quickly moved to gather what he could even some food off the last room service as Skinny Sam’s thug kept his burning eyes on him. He passed the politician kneeling on the floor and their eyes met. The politician was defeated his red swollen eyes of despair meekly looked at Johnny for the last time. Johnny smiled as he thought the devil himself would do it. He ruled this man and it felt good. The next thing Johnny knew he was outside the door of the lavish hotel room that he had enjoyed with familiar pleasure. He stood for a moment staring at the door wanting to go back into that life and stay there. But he knew to live another day meant to do as Skinny Sam’s thugs wanted.

The night was cool and crisp and Johnny felt into his pocket for money to cab over to Tatiana’s house. She surely would be pleased with him and though Tatiana’s house was not the comfort that he was just enjoying through her he could surely get that again for himself. Another scam another plan to take down the stupid working fools and make them unwitting slaves to pay their money and give up their power too. The possibilities were limitless and Johnny could ride this easy ride forever. As he became more successful they would surely pay him a larger cut and maybe even give him some of that power obtained from the right victims.

His pocket had nothing and his hopes that Skinny Sam’s thugs had paid him were left unrealized. It would be another long walk but the night was the right weather and Johnny headed out with a spring in his step his head filled with visions of how far this could take him.

It was late in the evening but it was the weekend and the city was wide awake; businesses open welcoming the night creepers. Johnny walked by a nightclub that was in full swing. He could hear the roar inside as people enjoyed their night. A few people were straggling outside smoking and uninterested in Johnny not even looking his way just hurrying to get back inside and get back to the fun. Johnny thought about joining in but he wasn’t dressed like this crowd and his night had been good enough. As he walked on further into the residential area a few houses were still alive with social gatherings and music blaring. “Hey you! Come on over man!” Johnny looked over at the group that had spilled onto the lawn of a small white adobe tiled home that are common in the older parts of Los Angeles.

Johnny stopped walking and got excited by the invitation for some free food and drinks that every party in this neighborhood offered. He didn’t move as he waited for the invitation to come out of the crowd again, moving his eyes back and forth trying to find anyone who was looking over at him. Just as he turned to start walking again, his heart sinking at the realization that he wasn’t getting free food and drinks after all, he heard it again. He quickly turned and this time saw someone motioning over to him. A large man was looking over, his hand waving him towards the party. Other people around began looking over at Johnny and now joined in the invitation. Johnny walked over not wanting to look too anxious to get to the free food and alcohol but couldn’t help assessing the free liquor offered inside as soon as he soon as he got close enough. He walked through the group towards the inside of the house as people milled around and walked in and out of the house; a moving environment that allowed him to move right into the house just by saying hello.

“Hey Dude what are you up to tonight? C’mon we’re having a great time here! Join us!” One of the men dressed in Hawaiian print shorts and a crisp white t-shirt put his hand on Johnny’s shoulder like a longtime friend he could trust. Others were dressed in similar beachwear and Johnny thought that these fools wouldn’t be worth pulling a scam on. But the food he stuffed into his pockets from the hotel room was long gone and that walk made him extra hungry with miles to go. He could smell the food inside as he got nearer to the door and he knew immediately it was good Mexican; his stomach growling as its sweet aroma filled his nostrils. “What’s your name little dude?” another man asked as Johnny walked towards the food his blond hair sweeping back like an ocean wave. “I’m Johnny dude and it’s good to meet you all” Johnny took pleasure in how real he sounded. He didn’t want to meet any of these idiots these were his lowest minions. “Nothing real to take from them” he thought hiding his inner scowl from being seen “Not enough money to support me as I expect and deserve and not enough money to get a large amount at once. “ He kept a friendly demeanor and smile on his face just long enough to get to their banquet table of food and rows of ready Margaritas. His world was one of lavish excess not budgeted fun now and then like this life was but the Margarita went down deliciously.

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When I was growing up monsters were what you didn’t believe in when you are an adult. It defined that transition as much as puberty changes did. It’s a lie we are told as children so we will agree to take on this whole life with gusto that every child needs to actually succeed and survive against the fear of it. But monsters are real they are all around us from the best neighborhoods to the worst; there is no safe place. Even places where everyone knows each other monsters exist; they’re everywhere.

This monster is more than a pain in my neck he disgusts me. How did this guy get away with this for so long? Systems that bulge with crime so that monsters are sent back into our streets to continue their terror is our reality. When monsters serve little or no time the crimes begin to pay off instead of proving up that crime doesn’t pay and more monsters stay monsters. But this guy has escaped any real time yet because he has worked this out so they never think he is doing anything exactly that “illegal”. The police that have gone after him have all walked away with reductions of charges to back out on the street so quick he knows he got away with it every time. Their response has fueled him on.

Prison is the place our society would put this devil if law enforcement did something. But in some ways his evil is so grand over decades of time that now and then it seems death may be more of the right choice. His crime is one to push you to the edge so that you give him your hard earned money. He doesn’t work and never has just living off everyone since the day he was born. There is no redemption here this is a life sentence straight to hell. But why not make that moment where he finally goes to hell quicker? All this guy has ever given anyone is pain. He gets gleeful at exacting that pain to a degree that sometimes I think he is more of a demon then a plain monster.

Most people don’t believe demons are real but I know there are; they work on their own and they lead groups and sometimes they even lead nations of people into heinous despair and destitution; souls getting lost to the devil in the great war of God and the devil. The devil is at it and we are at war.

Prison term for this demon is 5 years but he would, because of too many monsters in our society, be let out in only two years and he would be back at it. He doesn’t know how to be anything but a monster and I am sure he doesn’t want to be anything but a monster either. But kill this monster and get caught and you are facing decades of imprisonment and more years then he gets for doing this to people. Go figure? Is that justice?

Law enforcement isn’t the answer even to begin with. Out here there are so many violent monsters that they don’t pay attention to monsters like this. They just leave you to be victimized; handle it yourself. They don’t have time for every monster and we have to then fight those monsters alone. Doesn’t the leave me the right to decide what to do about it on my own? If they can’t take care of it or won’t what is the answer? If the law of society fails to protect you and you are left to protect yourself why should the law of that society be able to judge your response to it? That failure should mean all bets are off.

But I have learned that he hasn’t been working at this alone. Saw the large one that is definitely the enforcer for this group. I would have to kill all three. This is going to take some thinking and planning; but its time to end it.

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Weeks went by until Johnny thought his life was definitely one really worth living again as it was full of leisure and it seemed that this life would last forever. Once he became convinced his life changed again for good the thug that dutifully took care of him with the caring precision as his nanny growing up suddenly became belligerent as he began issuing orders sounded in clear disrespect for him to get up from the bed of his happiness and leisure and get dressed in the red dress and fierce heels that were delivered early that morning.

Johnny snarled back immediately but just as he did the thug ignored him only because the hard knock on the hotel door stopped him. Skinny Sam’s team of making him a beautiful woman entered the room with the confidence of a science team that knew how to cure cancer. Before he knew it he had been transformed into a vision that his untrained hand had never been able to achieve. He could not stop looking at the new person he had become in every mirror mesmerized on how beautiful he thought he looked as a woman. His fit body filled the red dress that hugged tightly but made him almost look like he had women’s breasts magically through tape and the skill of Skinny Sam’s team.

The make up was flawless and really convinced him that he could pass as a woman to anyone and everyone no matter how discriminating they might be. He felt powerful and was ready for the challenge to succeed at giving Skinny Sam what he wanted and more importantly Tatiana what she wanted. He would prove himself to be the most valuable in this group of half-wits and muscle and the beautiful and the truly powerful Tatiana. Cream rises to the top and he was ready for his moment to take his place amongst the gods where he knew he belonged.

The next coach burst into the hotel room motioning him to the couch with a presence that caused Johnny to obey without question and without a fight of superiority. He was in it and fully engaged in succeeding and would do anything asked to make this work as if his destiny was at stake.

He walked out of the hotel room that had been his cocoon of pleasure and relaxation without trepidation. Being a whore was easy for him he had done it forever now and giving in didn’t feel like giving up anymore. He was in the driver’s seat of this scam and loved the power of succeeding with a politician. If this worked his life would remain leisure and it would be powerful as it gained value with Skinny Sam and Tatiana with the success of this grand venture.

The blue suit and sad look of this politician made him easy to spot beyond the pictures he had been provided by the coach that told him every detail on how to make this man go up to the hotel room with him. Johnny relished on how easy this would in fact be. He edged over to the seat next to him with finesse that Johnny thought he should get an academy award for. He briefly imagined himself on the red carpet when he felt the politician’s hand on his exposed thigh. He had him and he knew it. It was just a matter of a few minutes now to get him up to the room. Johnny was filled with glee inside.

Johnny edged near to whisper his treachery in the politician’s ear his hot breath tantalizing the politician and driving his intent in the right direction of letting Johnny take him. “ I have a hotel room why don’t you and I go have some fun?” He puffed warmly and as sexy as he could. The politician fell against him briefly and Johnny knew he was his. Johnny kissed him gently so he could not feel any bristle of his facial hair sealing the deal.

Up the elevator they went the mirrors providing an added opportunity at sexual heightening as Johnny allowed him to grope his body only shying away from him touching his genitals like a shy schoolgirl so the scam would not be revealed before they got to their destination of this politician’s final release of power and destruction. It was working so easily and well the Johnny felt extra powerful as he submitted to the politician’s desires.

‘C’mon now, what was your name again?” Johnny chuckled “We have all night to satiate our desires. You are quite a man!” Johnny opened the door of the room walking backwards towards the bed falling down on it while the small blue light of the camera shining in the corner recorded it all. The politician fell easily into Johnny sucking him off before he could no longer resist full release into animal passion and grabbed at Johnny’s crotch. Johnny froze in his acted passion not knowing what the politician would now do as clearly he felt his manhood discovering his misdirection.

“What the hell is going on here!?” He jumped up and screamed “What the fuck is THIS?!” he jumped up moving quickly away from Johnny as the lights of the hotel room blinded him and Skinny Sam and his thugs appeared. The politicians face melted into defeat as he recognized Skinny Sam, his sexual desires long gone as if his most recent reality never existed while his pants bunched at his feet prevent him from running away. He panicked as he blazed through thoughts on how he could remove himself from this problem until it ended in concession as Skinny Sam relayed his demands for his submission. His heart sank and he in the end submitted knowing his fate was sealed by this singular mistake. Johnny sat in the corner of the bed watching the show of his success sipping the remaining champagne and sucking on the chocolate strawberries with a feeling of safe belonging.

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Tatiana’s gown flowed through the crowd as she walked through with confidence giving them what they wanted and what no one else could give anymore; hope that their earthly life could be saved. Lacking absolute faith that the soul is everlasting they flocked to the charlatan that preached faith in a new religion made up for the purpose of taking the hopeless and giving them worthless hope for her only real love, their money; the soulless leading the souls to their faithless doom. Tatiana enjoyed her power here. It was so easy for them to believe in the unbelievable that she crafted into what she looked at as an art in the understanding over their desperate fear. This night was her biggest flock yet and it was growing successfully despite the fact that she saved no one. She was the latest hope for the hopeless crowd and becoming the hottest ticket in town.

Life was under control and her power felt more extended by her deal with Skinny Sam. She had once again managed to come out on top in a situation that almost lost control. Rooskie was a good man to have around but his special desires were getting riskier and she couldn’t make it big in this faked religious world with the likes of him by her side. She considered using Skinny Sam when the right time came and when he became more of a risk than a benefit to her. She knew with Johnny there was more money to make and she was soon to make a lot of cash with her deal with Skinny Sam that gave her a percentage of the take from that politician he had in his sights.

“Yes my children release your demons that make you ill and you will be cured” she chanted through the crowd that cooed her. They reached to touch her gown not wanting to wait their turn for her concerted touch and she felt irritation rise but successfully quelled it. She knew showing this would work against her here. She thought about how far she had made it from her beginning. From a young and naïve street whore to an expert high end prostitute to now running scams that she didn’t have to take shit from Johns anymore or ever again. She dreamed that Johnny’s dad would save her one time long ago but not for long as she always really knew that was a fantasy since no one ever saved her. She was always on her own.

The cash take was better than ever tonight and she could barely keep her bag of money from flowing over all over her angelic gown. She ended the evening announcing her next event for further healing then escaped before they mowed her down in their despair to be saved now instead of later. She knew how to do a quick exit and appreciated her skills in doing so. It took time to perfect this scam and she felt she was pinnacled now. For a moment she wondered what life would be like if she got out of the whole thing but quickly erased that thought when she looked down at her bulging white satin bag of easy money; this was the life and these suckers were dead anyway so she made a note of her happiness at its success and raced out the back door. As she exited into the alley she was dismayed to see Rooskie was late. He wasn’t often late but before she got angered the van appeared.

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Johnny woke up in sheets that were so soft when he woke up he thought he was back home with his father and he turned over with a relaxation he had not felt for now decades of time. He opened his eyes to a lavish hotel room and for a second believed he had a bad nightmare and all the things he thought that had occurred for now decades were not a reality. As soon as that thought formed itself a thug that was clearly connected to Skinny Sam appeared in his presence. “Eat up! Sam says you need to gain some weight before we can pull our scam on that dirty politician” he said. Johnny looked over to see a table filled with food he thought he forgot existed with white linen that he quickly realized how much he missed as soon as he touched its silky threads. He became cognizant that he was wearing no clothes and he wasn’t quite sure what had occurred since his last memory. He knew Skinny Sam had his way with him for cocaine and that Tatiana sold him for a scam but he did not understand why he was now treated to such a lavish life when before he was left in the room of the terminals. He decided it was best to just go with it and not question this heaven. He ate everything on the room service cart and as he did so he did not recall how long it had actually been since he had a real meal beyond the scraps that had been his subsistence.

His skin felt taught against the blood that had curdled to stop the blood flow on his face. But the food he ate seemed to heal all his woes of life. He was back to the good life of his old days where his daddy took care of him and made his life easy. When his belly was full he grabbed the remote on the nightstand hotel table and turned it on sinking into the Egyptian sheets. Skinny Sam’s thug stood on the edge of the room unnoticed by Johnny who reveled in relaxing like his old day memories reminding him of his previous Valhalla life. After a few hours of relaxing he fell asleep again to the TV playing on and Skinny Sam’s thug remaining quiet in the corner of the room.

Rooskie pulled and dragged another precious trunk into the house he shared with Tatiana but as he knew Tatiana was not there tonight. This was the night she had her terminal patients that would give her their shirts off their backs not to die and to be saved at any price. She didn't provide any saving to anyone but she did take the last of their money joyfully every time.

As he struggled to position his latest trunk into the room in the right place for him to do what he needed to do to perform his ritual craft he once again swore this would be the last time. He moved over to the small desk and pulled out the necessary items as his guilt started to overwhelm him until finally his lust released him. Dutifully the thread wrapped around the needle in just the right way, his large fingers moving with finesse. He grabbed into the trunk and pulled out the piece after piece of seasoned flesh that was just right to break away with a tug like leather that was close to fully cured. The small face he carved needed to be just right. Stitch after stitch he crafted his latest victim into the small doll that gave him ultimate power. The skin the hair the nails all were miniaturized and sewn into the replica of his victim until he could feel the perfection and all his senses were aroused.

He took his small victim and placed it close to his chest breathing deeply. This is the only time Rooskie felt safe and secure. He was in complete control and it aroused him quickly. Only the small dolls he created of his victims and Tatiana could excite him like this and as he petted his doll he came easily. Before falling asleep he opened his last trunk and placed it inside to rest with the thousands before this latest prize. He used to hate the smell of the open trunk but no longer, it was natural to him, something to revel in and better than any drug he had ever taken. It made him powerful in a world he always felt unsafe in. This was his only solace, his only time when he felt happy and blissful sleep swept over him with ease.

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When the doors to the room he was in just hours ago closed shut he heard the sound of heavy chains clinking loudly sending their assurances that this time he would never escape. The dirty mattress felt comfortable under the weight of his weariness both physically and emotionally. The veil of nightmares began quickly.

When Johnny woke up the light of the bulb above forcing his eyes awake seemed more like it was there for torture then light. Without a window he had no sense of how long he had slept or what time of day or night it was. He focused on trying to hear any sounds from outside so he could gage what was going on but he heard nothing. It seemed the place he was had been completely abandoned by the criminal lives that made this place their safe haven. He felt his face aching and as he touched his cheek he flashed back to the memory of grinding on the broken asphalt on his arrival as the crusted wound rippled over his slight caring touch. The rest of his body ached but he knew he would heal like all gods do and the physical pain was dwarfed by his despair over what Tatiana had done to him.

Tatiana’s treachery of selling him off to Skinny Sam to be used and abused for their equal benefit and without any benefit to Johnny made his eyes heavy and wanting for more sleep to escape this reality. The most he could get for being on the whore end of this scam was $150 and he knew there would be thousands of dollars and power coming from this one that would not be shared with Johnny. As anger welled inside of him his body and mind became energized as he suddenly heard the hefty chains that kept him in this prison rattle open again. The door swept open as Johnny rose to his feet wobbling to its completion. As two large thugs entered the room their laughter drowned out Johnny’s anger and turned it to confusion. “Look at this drowned rat! “ roared the first thug with a thunderous voice that matched his heavy build. “Yah what the hell Skinny Sam wants with this asshole is beyond me!” the other thug chuckled shaking his head after first looking at Johnny. “Hey both of you get to work and get him out here!” Skinny Sam’s voice could be heard in the distance. As Johnny was dragged out of the room Skinny Sam came into Johnny’s view. He was sitting at the same desk with a half smoked cigar hanging out of his mouth as if it was a part of him. Johnny was pushed forward the two thugs of Skinny Sam now behind him but he could feel their bodies preventing any thoughts of escape or disobedience. “Wow you got pretty beat up last night eh Johnny? Well we will get you all healed up and in a pretty dress soon enough for our special congressman. I am forgetting about last night as Tatiana is my dear sweetheart and now I know you are her whore on loan. An easy mistake that can be made about you whores” Skinny Sam told him as Johnny winced. “I might even be able to get her in the sack for this favor” he went on and Johnny lost his footing as the thugs grabbed him to hold him up. “Oh I see you have a special place in your heart for our dear Tatiana. You aren’t her type pal and this move on her part should let you know clearly where you stand with her,” he laughed. “Take him away and get this rat something to eat so we can get our plan moving sooner rather than later” and as the words were spoken the thugs grabbed his arms on either side “Oh wait a second boys I think I want to play with him a little while stand outside the door unless you want to join in with this whore. ”

Skinny Sam’s eyes brightened and he was ready to have his way with Johnny again his mind recalling the limo ride with Johnny. Both thugs exited the room, as Johnny stayed in the same spot motionless and quiet in front of Skinny Sam. “Come on turn around and bend over now and be the whore you are you piece of shit you are going to make me feel good for sparing your life and expect to do this every day while you are on your stay with us. “ Skinny Sam said with sinister conviction. Johnny stayed motionless he didn’t want to move and didn’t want to give this letch any pleasure without payment. “Give me some blow first” were the only words that came out of Johnny’s mouth despite his unwillingness. Skinny Sam laughed quietly as he opened his desk drawer and pulled out a large bag of white powder that Johnny could see shining in the light and he craved it. “You like this huh? Yah all you whores love this shit don’t you. Ok you rat here you go have at it” he said as he took some out and lined it out on the desk where Johnny could reach it. Johnny breathed in deep feeling relief from each line. When he was finished he turned around and Skinny Sam took his pleasure without protest. When he was finished Johnny fell to the ground and blacked out as he heard Skinny Sam laughing.

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The van screeched to a halt at the back of the house and Johnny fell forward in the stop losing his balance and crashed into the center console. Rooskie jumped out before Johnny was able to pull himself back upward. The side door screamed open with such a force that Johnny stopped on his knees and Rooskie’s large hand clenched Johnny’s shirt pulling him backward and out of the van crashing him onto the weeds disguising as grass from long term neglect. Johnny decided staying down was his best option. Again his instincts screamed to him to submit rather than force a show down as his means of survival. “Get up you piece of worthless shit!” Rooskie began, his voice so strong Johnny thought he could feel its weight on his back pushing him downward though Rooskie had taken his hands off of him as soon as he hit the ground outside of the van. He went on about whom he had been saved from and his connections to the deep criminal underground and how he had even further now placed them all at risk. He knew Tatiana was in the house and soon she would come to his rescue. He kept his back down waiting for his savior.

After he almost gave up on Tatiana coming to save him he heard the back door screech open, the hinges struggling to hang onto their worn wood supports. It opened slowly, which pleased Johnny; as he believed this meant she was not angry with him like Rooskie was securing his survival. He focused on her beautiful steps towards him above the noise of Rooskie as he roared on. It was magical to him that he could tune her in and tune everything else out. She didn’t speak during her short approach to his position on the dirty grass below Rooskie. He heard ice cubes sing against a glass he was sure Tatiana was holding and hoped she was bringing him a drink. He glanced upward sheepishly making sure not to appear challenging. Rooskie stopped his rampage suddenly and Johhny’s eyes met Tatiana’s. She didn’t speak and he realized the drink in her hand was not intended for him as she took a long drink. She was wearing a long white gown that was light and flowed in the slight breeze appearing as an angel to Johnny. His pulse slowed as his muscles relaxed from the vision of Tatiana.

Rooskie then relayed to Tatiana what had occurred and how he had broke Johnny out of the other man’s clutches. He spoke low and deliberately pointing out to her that the time had come to end Johnny’s life to save their lives. The man who had taken Johnny was a more serious criminal then Rooskie and suddenly Johnny felt uplifted impressed that someone of such caliber in crime wanted him for his own criminal plan. Tatiana listened as she finished her drink the ice cubes falling against her lips with the last drink. When Tatiana finally spoke she only said three words and Johnny was sure he didn’t hear her right. “Take him back” Tatiana said to Rooskie and at that moment one of Rooskie’s large hands grabbed onto Johnny once again the other grabbing the van door opening it and throwing him back into the van driving off before Johnny could come to the realization as to what just happened.

Rooskie said nothing while the van sped on except for mumblings that Johnny could not make out. He was surprised on how quickly he had submitted to Tatiana’s order and began thinking he might be killed by Rooskie rather than be dropped off at this last captor’s hideout. The van suddenly stopped and Johnny thought his heart stopped at the same time. Sweat rolled down every part of his body as he waited for his fate to occur. He could never beat Rooskie physically and he was quite certain of it. He tried to come up with a plan his mind racing out of control waiting and waiting staying still as he became more crazed. He didn’t even hear Rooskie exit the van before he heard the side door screech open again and Rooskie’s hand grabbed at him viciously hoping to kill him in his grasp to throw him out. Johnny fell to the asphalt his face falling forcefully against the breaks of asphalt that was worn and jagged and Johnny felt the blood begin to flow.

The van sped away and Johnny raised his head to find out quickly where he had been pushed out hoping Rooskie had maybe left him where he could run away and be free, maybe even have a chance to get home to his father. As soon as his eyes focused he could see in his dismay that he was back at his previous captor’s hideout, the man Rooskie had called Skinny Sam’s in the industrial area where no one but criminals at this time of night was ever on these streets. As he put his hand to his face to check the blood flow that was dripping off him now aggressively he saw shoes that he had not heard walk up. “You lucky fuck!” Johnny knew this was Skinny Sam. “If I didn’t have a ton of respect for that hot ass Tatiana you would be dead right now asshole. But we cut a deal you motherfucker and she has loaned me to you for my plan so you have a bit more life yet if you don’t fuck it up that is” , Johnny could not believe his ears that like a slave Tatiana had given him to Skinny Sam and his heart sank as Skinny Sam’s thugs lifted him up and dragged him away as he heard Skinny Sam give them the order to clean up his face and throw him back into the room Rooskie had just earlier saved him from.

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Johnny woke up with a sharp pain in his side as he pushed his hand away from the offending pain he felt it was a foot. He slowly looked up while he rubbed his eyes from the previous night of deathly adventure. Rooskie stood in front of him his eyes piercing as if this was Johnny’s last moment of life. “You motherfucker!”Rooskie roared “how did you get mixed up with this man!! Do you get who you met?! Get up you bastard motherfucker piece of shit! We only have MINUTES!” Johnny understood that his fate was likely better with Rooskie than the man. Rooskie had secrets he was close to privy to when with the man he knew with certainty cement shoes came with the risk of following his plan. He picked himself up and followed Rooskie as if he was his savior.

The creep out of the warehouse was the longest creep Johnny ever made in his life. But he followed Rooskie through the warehouse with the real knowledge that his life depended on it. When they finally reached the dark wet crisp of the outside freedom night Johnny felt his shoulders relax and finally relief. He also briefly lamented his old life with his father. How easy his old life was and how he yearned to have it back. He looked down at his worn shoes and felt anger swell inside him.

Rooskie ran forward and Johnny ran behind him blindly to the van as soon as he recognized it. As soon as Johnny got into the van Rooskie slammed the door closed the force echoed in the still night. As Rooskie started the engine the man’s thugs appeared as if from nowhere in the darkness. Surrounding the van of Rooskie Johnny crouched down as bullets rained around him peering now and then at Rooskie’s skill as a marksman as shot by shot Johnny heard his success as the van catapulted forward.

Soon only darkness surrounded him and Rooskie’s eyes stayed focused on the road alone. From the dark and back to the light of Los Angele’s streets the van sped on until finally it sped into the driveway of Tatiana’s lit house. As they sped down the driveway he caught a glimpse of Tatiana at the kitchen window and his heart skipped a beat. This was an unusual feeling for Johnny. He had never felt this before and he did not know what he should do with it or what it meant but he took pleasure in it and his fear and anger left for a moment.

CHAPTER 30 MY OWN CRIMINAL RAT

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.