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After getting her close friend and lover killed, witnessing it and getting the ass whipping of her from Yoda. Vera was sure that she was done, she had enough and was scared shitless all together. She just couldn’t do it no more! Yoda needed to be stopped, she told herself but like always she just couldn’t shake him, he was like a drug! He was her high, her fix and her cure. He knew just how to fuck her! How to take away all her pains.
First, he spoiled her by buying her nice things. Next, he would model her, give her the dream and then at last he would fuck her good...good and all night. Vera cried then laughed while she told the very handsome policeman that sat across from her in the twenty-four hour diner in the Bronx area of New York City. The name was The Royal Coach. She had met the officer nearly a few hours ago. This was her story and her nightmare when she wasn’t with the fairy tale that Yoda had provided.
Vera was spilling her guts, telling everything she knew but to a set of temporary deaf ears because Blake was just listening. That's all I'm gonna do, he told himself as he listened to the beautiful young looking Russian woman. She seemed to go on about some guy named Yoda who apparently had her mind fucked that she couldn’t tell if she was going or coming. The woman was mentally shot and although she could possibly be speaking the truth about a few things, places and events. Federal Agent Blake MackLemore couldn’t chance taking advice from an overly drunk and drug induced whore who was apparently having some serious problems with her pimp. Though for some strange reason, the story seemed to be very interesting; every bit of it too! Well, especially the Yoda character with the Teflon female Jewish lawyer who Vera also claimed to not know too much about.
The conversation went on for a bit longer between Vera and Federal Agent Blake MackLemore as she openly flirted with him offering to have sex with him not caring that he wore a wedding band or anything for that matter. In fact, she didn’t seem to have a care about anything anymore and this included her soon to be short life due to the fact that she was carelessly speaking about the contents of things that she did, who she did it to and to do so so openly out in public.
If only she would have paid close attention to the waitress that frequented her and Federal Agent Blake Macklemore’s table. She would have remembered the woman from a real hot, all out and steamy threesome the woman had with her and Yoda a couple months back. She was as high as a light bill. Soon Vera and Blake parted ways. She with his number in her slightly battered phone and he with hers in his phone and a smile on his face. The woman was great company, but she also had a wonderful imagination he told himself.
Meanwhile, somewhere tucked away nicely hidden in Canada, ex U.S. Attorney Victor Page was running scared for his life. However, he had a plan and wasn’t going to just let some coward take him out so easily like Paul did. Nope! Hell no! Fuck that he would fight. It would be a good fight too. Although Victor was being sought after for questioning in both Paul’s murder and his therapist Olivia’s disappearance, he had some really damaging information on both Yoda and Ms. Newman’s dealing in the underworld black market/red market. Yelp, he had the foolproof plan and annual profit margins along with a lot more evidence that could put the two away for dear life, fuck! He was even sure that they would be put to death so life in prison would be wonderful.
Especially for that bastard Steven Lewis who called himself Yoda. Shit! He knew he should have just said the hell with Paul and Amanda Newman just finished the bastard then. She had convinced them about this bright idea that involved the red/black market for organs and body parts. They had learned from a small group of criminals that were on a much higher level than the average criminal and yet had maintained a professional lifestyle.
Now look! They were up shit creek without a paddle because even his own name came up over a thousand times in this evidence that he hoped would be helpful for him. To destroy it without clearing his name and fixing what he could with Ms. Newman would be suicide. Hell either way it went, he was screwed. Victor was in a real live catch twenty-two and the more he thought about it the more he wanted to just say fuck Plan A and go with Plan B. Turn in the evidence, get witness protection and become a full fledge turncoat on Yoda, Ms. Newman, the Mayor, politicians and everyone else involved in the fucking business.
“But then witness protection was some bullshit and didn’t really exist as they made it out to be. All it was was a simple name change, a relocation change and some start over money.”
He knew this pretty much all too well. Victor had already informed a few old friends of his past and of his future plans. In hopes of scaring Amanda into backing off and cutting a deal, it had been weeks since Vera made her decision to turn on Yoda. She knew this was a big mistake, so she naively and unknowingly made another grave mistake when she decided that she would call Ms. Newman and inform her of her actions not clearly understanding how much Yoda meant to the woman.
Vera went on to tell Ms. Newman of all her previous chats with the agent known as Blake MackLemore. She told her what was discussed and what she would say at her first real interview with the agent. Ms. Newman just played her part and kept it cool, acting as if she didn’t have a care to such claims. Shit, she even offered to hide and protect Vera once all was taken care of then ended their call by telling the girl to be safe and keep in touch.
Ms. Newman was smart and knew that the only way Vera could truly hurt her was if she was believable. Although, she knew that Vera wouldn’t dare stay sober enough to be believable. Still Vera knew too much and Ms. Newman had to kill her for her actions and so very soon she'd have to die. First, she had some things to take care of and find out who Federal Blake MackLemore was, where he lived and who his wife was for the game they would play later. Boy did she have much to discuss with Yoda when he was back from his extremely long rendezvous.
Chapter Twenty