The Streets 2 - Tai Goodman (buy e reader TXT) 📗

hope you like American hospital food," insulted Smithy.

 

Smithy charged over to Pablo in a direct line, and punched him in the face with a hard smack. Pablo moved backwards as his face was bleeding on the side. Smithy socked him again, making Pablo land on his chest on the ropes of the ring. He grabbed Pablo by his hair and said, "WHERE IS YOUR BOSS? WHERE IS EL JEFE?"

 

"...FUCK YOU!"

 

Smithy punched him again, and threw him face-first into the floor of the ring. The referee climbed onto the ring. Smithy immediately turned his head and said, "GET THE FUCK OFF THE STAGE! RIGHT NOW!"

The referee held both of his hands up and reversed his way off of the ring. Smithy then focused his attention on Pablo. Smithy crouched down besides him and said, "WHERE IS HE? TELL ME NOW OR I'LL BUST THE CAP IN YOUR ASS!"

 

"OKAY, OKAY!! Josephano, he is in the-"

 

BANG! A gunshot later, and Pablo was shot in the forehead. Smithy turned his head to the gunshot's direction. One of the Mexican capos had a pistol in his hand. "SHIT!" 

As the crowd cleared out, Smithy leaped over the ring, and pummeled the capo into the ground. Then he beat him to death with his boxing gloves, secretly concealing the brass knuckles. 

Chapter 8: Highest Bid on your Life

 Damion: "While William Smithy was beating up greasers in the boxing ring, Michael Lavine was killing off the mafia with Wayne. The two went by this... Convention, issued by Ivan Winchester's brother, Tyler Winchester, auctioning illegal products, and artifacts stolen from around the globe."

 

WINCHESTER AUCTION 1983

LAS VEGAS, NEVADA

 

The two entered the ballroom, surrounded by several Italian-American people. Then Tyler Winchester was stepping up to the podium onstage. "Gree-" The microphone boomed throughout the room. "Dear god that was loud... Hold on, test one-two, test one-TWO- There we go!

 

Greetings! And welcome to the Winchester Auction, 1983! We have several things for sale, and to warn each of you, each one starts off at 500 bucks! So if you're poor, you might wanna get your ass out of here before you bid on something you can't buy!"

Everybody laughed, except for Michael and Wayne.

 

"How do you want to do this?" Wayne whispered to Michael. 

"Mmm... Well, we most importantly want to keep Tyler alive if we're gonna do that thing.."

 

Wayne scanned the room. Guards were the only people armed, and there were about a dozen. "Listen to me: Go up to that table, near the left of the stage. And when you see me come back through the doors, you pounce on Winchester, and pin him down.

BUT, say 'Everybody down, there's a shooter!'

 

Then when the guards are all focused on me, you pull out your gun and shoot as many as you can while they're distracted. DO NOT get off of Winchester!"

 

"Agreed."

 

 

Wayne: "So we created a little diversion. Well, let me spoil it; We, or rather, I, wanted to keep Winchester's punkass thug brother, Tyler, for a little plan I created. We were gonna send a message to our Italian friend."

 15 MINUTES LATER

 

Wayne stepped through the front doors with an assault rifle and his mask on. Michael screamed, "GET DOWN, HE'S GOT A GUN!"

He then sprinted onstage and lunged on Winchester. "Stay down, sir!" 

"Thanks, kid!"

 

Michael pulled out his gun. "Oh, I'm not saving you!" Then from his area, he shot one guard in the back of the head, then another one. Then the guards started firing at Wayne. Wayne took cover behind a pillar. "They always gotta fight the fuck back!"

Michael moved himself and Winchester behind the wooden podium to avoid gunfire. "Move from this fucking spot, and I'll shoot you in your head, DO YOU HEAR ME?"

Winchester nodded in fear. "That's the response I was looking for!"

Michael looked over the podium and shot one in the juglar of his neck. Then a shot later, and Michael was hit in his elbow. "GODDAMN!" 

Wayne came out from behind the pillar and gunned down three of the guards with gunfire to the back. One survived however, and used a chair as a shield as he fired back at Wayne. Wayne hid back behind the pillar.

 

Footsteps were coming around the corner. Wayne whipped the stock of the gun out, tripping a guard. Then Wayne smashed the man's nose, and repeatedly beat him with the stock of his gun. "HOW IT FEEL, HUH? YEAH!"

 

Michael, clutching his elbow, leaned out from behind the podium and aimed at the guard on the ground. He was vulnerable in his position. BANG! A direct hit in the back spinal area, and the guy was dead. 

 

Wayne picked up the corpse near his feet, and carried him as a human shield. "GONNA SHOOT ONE OF YOUR KIND?" A hail of bullets hit the shield as Wayne struggled to fire. Wayne shot once, hit a centerpiece on a table, then shot again, and hit a guard in his hand. The gun was empty. "Aww.. Crap!"

 

Michael jumped out from behind the podium, firing away. He killed the last two guards with shots to the chest and above. Then he landed on his side. Wayne dropped the corpse and said, "We done here?"

Michael looked around the stage. "Pretty sure!"

"Great."

 

Then an excruciatingly painful stab traveled into his foot. "FUCK! WHAT THE-"

The guard Michael hit in his juglar was stabbing Wayne in his foot. "YOU LITTLE!"

Wayne bent over and with both of his hands, ripped the wound in the man's neck open further and further, bleeding out. Michael snagged Winchester by his collar. "GET THE FUCK UP! YOU'RE NEXT!"

 

Wayne limped over to the stage and said, "Well well well.. You're gonna make a great message to send to Ivan, wouldn't you?"

 

DAYS LATER

 

Damion: "3 days subsequent to the attack, Ivan found Tyler impaled through a large wound in his stomach- On a roulette spinner. The sight of it was just horrendous. Meanwhile, one day after Michael and Wayne captured Tyler, Ivan told Judeau Salvadore about the anniversary of the casino. He had planned a party at a bar about 5 blocks down from the casino. Judeau wasn't exactly for Ivan at the time."

 

Chapter 9: Hammered and Nailed

 FREMONT CASINO

LAS VEGAS, NEVADA

 

Ivan sat down long with Judeau. Smithy was absent from his job. "Have you seem Smithy?"

"He had family matters to attend to."

 

"Oh.. I gotta be honest, his wife's just a straight up whore. I couldn't deal with a wife nagging on my ass all the time, I would've popped her by now if I did. Don't care if I get booked or not.

 

ANYWAYS, let's get started...

 

We're celebrating the anniversary for this casino. It's the 28th anniversary, so we'll be celebrating in the bar close by here. It's on this street, called the Drunken Den."

 

"Oh, I've been there. How are we going to have our party?"

 

"I have no clue. How about this: They don't just serve alcoholic beverages, they serve wings too. So have them set up a big buffet for everybody. You writiing this down?"

 

Judeau opened up a notepad and pulled out his ballpoint pen. "Alright?"

"We need 30 Lemon Pepper wings, 30 Buffalo Wings, 40 rolls and butter to go along with it, and a shitload of drunkery! Oh by the way... We need to contact Cardstock about the weapons shipment. The police are taking all of ours after the bullshit that's going down. Call him and meet him at the usual spot."

 

Damion: "Augustus Cardstock was an American black marketeer who sold Winchester military-grade artillery for his mafia. From surveillance around the area, he drove in disguised as a supply delivery truck. Pretty smart but we still have evidence, right? It was seen that two men and Judeau always received the supplies during each trade."

 

Judeau picked up the telephone and dialed the number. 

 

"Hello?"

"This is Cardstock."

"Hi, this is Judeau Salvadore, from the Fremont... I need 20 pistols, 30 rifles, any, and... 

3 small detonatable explosives."

"3 small explosives.. Got it. Anything else?"

"Yes, do you take ridiculous requests?"

"What.. What do you mean?"

"Just answer the question."

"Well yeah, that depends on what it is."

"Great. What I want you do to, is to give me 10 boxes of nails, and 5 boxes 

of razor blades. And two body bags."

 

"Got it... And your total is... $250,900."

 

DROP OFF POINT
SOMEWHERE IN LAS VEGAS

 

Judeau and his two men were pulling up to the truck out in the middle of the desert-area. All three exited their vehicle and walked over to the truck. Cardstock hopped out of the front and greeted Judeau. "Hey there, Judeau! How's it been?"

"We've been suffering heavy casualties from an unknown amount of intruders, but so far it's been good."

 

"Alrighty then! Here's your stuff!"

 

Cardstock opened the back container on the truck. Judeau and his men checked around the truck to check their order. "Great. Here's the money," Judeau thanked him for the shipment, handing him a suitcase of money. As the two noticed the body bags in the very back, Judeau gave Cardstock the "Shh..." gesture. 

"Hey... Judeau?! Why are there body bags in the back?"

 

"I don't really know, maybe he put some of the stuff in them. Open them and check."

Once the two unzipped the empty body bags, Judeau pulled out a pistol and shot both of them in the head. The two landed in the bodybags they unzipped. "Here's an extra hundred, go dispose of the bodies and don't reveal anything of their deaths."

 

Frightened, Cardstock nodded and accepted the hundred dollar bill. 

 

DRUNKEN DEN

BEFORE PARTY

LAS VEGAS

 

 Judeau placed a jar, wrapped in green paper, with a string tied around its lid. The bartender came in. "Hey there... Who are you, exactly?" he questioned him. "Judeau Salvadore. I'm with Winchester."

 

"Oh. Alright- I'm guessing those are centerpieces?"

 

Judeau looked at the jar. "Yeah. Hey can I give you my secret wing recipe for a quick second?"

He influenced the bartender to follow him into the kitchen and then Judeau pointed a blade at his throat. "Listen to me- FUCKING LISTEN TO ME! DON'T YOU LOOK AWAY FROM ME!" whispered Judeau with a low voice level.

The bartender's head sunk into his neck. "At the party, tonight, I want you to make a toast. But right when you're gonna finish it, you better get on the ground."

"W-Why?"

 

"I'm not telling you why. Here's the 'script' for you. Read it. If you fuck this up, this here blade's going deep into your throat. Comprende?"

 

"I-I-I understand! I do, I do!"

Judeau let him go, and the bartender backed away from Judeau. "Oh, and if you tip off the cops or try and leave, I will find out. And I will kill you more violently than I would've if