Repercussions - Aaron Solomon (ebook reader with internet browser TXT) 📗

cracking of jokes followed by prolonged laughter and music from a stereo blasting classic hip hop and R&B songs from the 2006 era all the way up to the present day. I snuck around the side for a closer inspection and to my surprise, failed miserably as one wolf in particular had been facing my general direction from his place at the table surrounded by about two or three other wolves, a coyote, and a cat seated at the far end to my right and his left. My heart suddenly skipped a beat and I almost had to do a double take when I realized just who it was that was staring at me in utter shock and horror. The wolf who I saw before me was none other than my brother, Iki.

 

Chapter Five

 

“What’s up, my broster?” Gevo said looking at me with the biggest and goofiest nervous smile plastered on his muzzle. I scoffed. “Not a damn thing.” I snorted. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten all about your colored history. Sure it may be in the past but that still doesn’t stop me from keeping tabs on you as close as I possibly can.” From puphood to the present day, Gevo had always been well known for causing mayhem in our household back in Wisconsin with our mother, Nala constantly having to bend over backwards and a hell of a lot of other ways just to keep him in line. He was a chubby framed wolf with pure snow white fur with a patch of sandy brown on the top of his muzzle and ears and a pair of bright tangerine orange eyes for which our older brother Rhygho and I once gave him the nickname “Mango”. He gulped at my response and then drew in a quick, nervous breath. “Well then, you’re definitely not going to like what I have to tell you next.” “What could it possibly be this time?” I asked, rolling my eyes a bit. “Did you go and mug an old lady again?” “Uh. No. You remember those guys I was doing those contract killings for and they actually paid me good money to do them?” “Yes.” I replied, getting a little sick to my stomach at the thought. He continued. “Well, they’re coming after us now.” “What?!” I asked, unnerved and nearly choking on the root beer I’d been sipping on during our conversation. “There was this girl, a pretty fine vixen they ordered me to dispose of and I… I… I couldn’t do it. I had to spare her and now we’ve sorta got a little thing going with each other.” I could feel my left eye start to twitch with sheer and utter annoyance as he released that last sentence from his mouth. I wanted so badly to knock his head off his shoulders for putting both himself and possibly our entire family in jeopardy but I didn’t want to cause a scene for Aaron or Lilly or any of my current family who were all focused on the whole intervention unfolding, eying Gevo suspiciously up and down. I sighed heavily with clearly visible anger and frustration and rubbed a paw slowly down my face in pure exasperation before I spoke. “Fuck!” I screamed with an agitated stomp of my foot on the ground. I threw the now empty root beer bottle on the lush green lawn of Aaron’s backyard so hard it shattered into pieces on a patch of pure brown earth. “Goddamn it! Gevo, I honestly have to admit you have made a shitload of imbecilic moves in your life but this is by far the one that takes the cake! I can’t believe this! During the time you left us as a pup, when just about everyone in the house had given up on you, I hadn’t. And I made it my DUTY to find you. But now, after all these years, I have and I’m almost instantly regretting it.” “Iki… I… I don’t know what to say.” He stammered out in reply. “I… I’m sorry.” “Sorry?! That’s all you can say? For putting not only yours but my life and the lives of all the rest of the members of our family in danger?! I should -…” “Wait!” Kiri cut in. “Instead of fighting each other over it, why don’t you two just call on us to help you handle it and together we’ll all take the fight to them.” “Yeah.” Aaron agreed. “I’m pretty sure it’s nothing all of us can’t deal with. After all, we are a team.” “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Gevo answered. “They don’t call this guy ‘Top Gun’ for nothing. He and his lackeys will be searching every nook and cranny until they find me and my brother and it’s only just a matter of time until they do.” “After what you’ve done, and all we’ve been through, I think we’ll take our chances, keystone.” I replied, shooting my ignoramus brother a cold scowl before Aaron spoke up again. “Well, it’s settled then.” He stated. “Tomorrow marks the first day of our Easter vacation so that’s when we’ll start to do some digging. For now, just kick back and try to enjoy the rest of the party by at least getting along for a while during your time spent with us.” I turned and slowly strolled with my brother back up the steps of Aaron’s porch and sat down to grab another root beer from the cooler at my side. This was definitely going to be one hell of any spring break I’d ever heard of.

 

Chapter Six

 

I woke up the next morning in a much better mood than that of the previous day but however was still not at all happy about Lilly allowing Gevo to move into our house indefinitely while we began to get this whole mess with his former organization sorted out. I decided to take my mind off it as Lilly suggested and headed downstairs into the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat before we both headed out. Before I could get in however, Gevo was already standing there near the fridge, eating the large half of a six inch sub I had bought for Lilly and I just two days before during our outing at the Savage shopping center on my break from the MARC run. “Well, hot damn.” I said, looking at him in utter surprise. Gevo shrugged. “What?” He replied as he gulped down his mouthful of sandwich. “I was hungry.” “No shit.” I answered with a small smirk appearing on my muzzle. “It’s no wonder you pack a few extra pounds.” Gevo chuckled a bit and walked over to playfully punch me in the shoulder but before anybody could do or so anything else, my house phone rang. I snatched it up and Aaron’s friendly voice greeted me over the other end, signaling that it was time for us to get a move on. “Right. On my way, bro.” I answered and then turned to Gevo as I hung up. “This is it.” I said. “Ready to redeem yourself?” “Let’s do it, brotha.” He replied and we quickly dashed back up the stairs to our rooms and began to dress. I pulled out some beige slacks from my wardrobe along with my plain white company tee and slipped them on along with my usual pair of black work boots and my letterman style company personnel jacket to of course conceal my USP .45 pistol in its holster on my right hip. After the two of us were both settled, we strolled out to my car out front and I raced down the road as fast as the law would allow to our destination of the Anne Arundel County Police station in downtown Odenton. “My dog! Cooper!” Aaron called out to a young Rottweiler officer who was standing seemingly dazed at the sergeant’s desk. He whipped around in surprise as soon as he heard the mentioning of his name. “Lay off the sweet talk there, moon doggy.” He chuckled with a wide grin. “Need I remind you that I’m still on duty here?” “Aw. Save it for the bush leagues.” Aaron teased. “Got those rap sheets we came for?” “Yes sir.” Cooper replied, handing over a manila folder with an image of a charcoal gray and white wolf wearing a rather unsettling malicious smirk and the most maleficent looking blood red eyes that seemed as if they would give even the toughest wolf on this planet a hell of time trying to sleep at night. “Vance Mitchell.” Cooper explained. “One of the slipperiest and most vicious assassins ever come to be known in all of the United States. He’s appeared on the FBI’s most wanted list eight times and still not a single one has ever even come close to catching up with him. He’s responsible for the cold blooded murder of nearly eight hundred innocent animals in this state and on the entire eastern seaboard alone. If you four are going after him, he must be stopped entirely at all cost and can’t for a second be allowed even one last breath.” “I hear ya loud and clear, my friend.” Aaron replied simply. “I swear we’ll destroy him if it’s even the last thing we do.” Cooper nodded in assurance and with that we returned to our vehicles outside and immediately began our hunt for what was known as the most notorious master of cunning and trickery ever known in all modern criminal history since the days of the Wild West.

 

Chapter Seven

 

After a little bit more digging and insight, we had finally pinpointed the location of my former mentor and teacher at a local strip club in downtown Baltimore city and about three doors down from the widely known Cherry Hill area just to the east side of it. Word out on the street was the organization I had so long been a part of owned the place and used whatever females they had captured from their past contracts as slaves for not only their sole entertainment but also for the entertainment of the three hundred or so animals who visited the club almost daily to blow all their hard earned money on lap dances, drinks, and whatever other kind of things they did there to so called “have their fun”. We had hit up the local clothing store and in almost no time flat were strolling in with attire so similar to the organization’s that the two bouncers guarding the entrance even had a hell of a hard time discerning us from the members or just your everyday average city slicker. “Alright, Gevo.” Iki explained. “Here’s how it’s gonna go. When we get in there, you’re just gonna only speak if and when you’re spoken to and leave the rest of the savvy talk to Aaron and me. Got it?” I nodded. “Completely understood, brother but just one simple question. Shouldn’t I be the one who’s trying to get us out of this jam? I mean, I am the one who got you in it after all.” “Yeah. Ain’t that the truth.” Iki replied. “But the way I see it, there are two ways in order for all of us to make it through this alive; the smart technique or the loud and dumb folly. And I plan to go the path of the former.” “Oh. I get it.” I agreed. “The hospitable approach.” “Precisely.” Iki said and then stopped as we walked up to one of the jackals. “Vance Mitchell’s office?” Aaron asked him, scanning the area a bit to make sure no one was aroused with any suspicion. “Door to your right, backstage.” The guard answered. “And don’t keep him waiting.” We followed his instructions to the letter and walked slowly down the backstage hall until we came to a door marked “Manager” and knocked three times before pushing it open. Inside, as planned, we found my