Chapter Seventeen

A few hours after the assault, the Operator sat in the living room of his two story five bedroom brick house, naked on the couch. His head was thrown back into the cushion and his hands were gripping the armrest as a young, beautiful mixed black and Asian woman gave C.P.R. to his dick using a technique he figured she learned from her Asian ancestors. To take his mind off the tingling feeling that crept from his toes up towards his groin, he forced his thoughts on what lay ahead while she slurped and sucked him like a vacuum.

On the way from Derrick’s funeral the Operator had called Hector to make sure his people were in place. Now Jahad and Koran were out the way, or so he thought. This cleared the slate as far as his revenge went. Now it was time to start phase two of his plan. The other Heads. One by one they had to die, but in a way not to draw attention to his purpose which was total control of the M.G.’s. It would have to wait until the prostitution move was secure.

Next came the Sicilian lawyer. The Operator was well aware that Valentino played a major role within the organization. Still, he didn’t feel comfortable with everything he knew about them. It would be a challenge, but one he was determined to accomplish. He was in the process of working out the beginning details when his phone rung.

“Yeah, who this?” he answered as the young woman gently took his balls in her mouth causing his toes to curl.

“It’s Lord. A yo, Jah and Koran got hit up, Son!” his voice was strained with anger. “I just got the call from Joey.”

“Word! They dead!?” The Operator feigned concern as a slow smile came over his face.

“Nah, but from what Joey told me they got hit pretty bad. I’m on my way to Einstein General now. The other Heads are already on the way, so get your ass in gear!”

The smile vanished from the Operator’s face. “I’ll be there. Who did it?”

“Damn if I know, but when I find out, I’m gonna torture the muthafucka real fucking slow. One!”

As soon as Lord hung up, the Operator slung his phone at the wall. “Goddammit! That Puerto Rican bastard can’t do shit right!” he fumed, pushing the woman away from him. “Get your shit and get the fuck out!”

“I don’t…”

The Operator jumped up, snatched up her clothes, then grabbed her arm and dragged her to the front door. “I don’t like repeating myself,” he said, pushing her out the door, tossing her clothes behind her.

He returned to the living room with the intent of calling Hector just so he could curse him out. How in the hell could he fuck up something so simple. He thought Hector would be the perfect pawn to kill Jahad without drawing attention to the game he set forth. Now it was evident that Hector didn’t have what it took to accomplish the mission. A brilliant idea interrupted the Operator’s thoughts. An idea that made him smile from ear to ear and would add a little more spice to his game. Instead of going against the grain, why not flow with it and use Hector’s mistake to his advantage. It would definitely be interesting.