Hit and Run

"I haven't fucked anybody's wife and I don't want to get my ass kicked for hanging out with you." Lucas declared. "But after watching those tapes that bitch might be worth it."

"I know right." Tyler horse laughed, slapping his friend a high five. "Don't worry I'll have that hot slut over at the shop tonight, and we are gonna tag team that pussy all night long."

"I don't know bro this shit feels a little gross." Lucas admitted. "It's one thing if she was into it but this feels real close to grape."

"Excuse me. Bro talk like a fucking adult this conversation isn't monetized you idiot." Tyler flicked a few scraps from his plate at him. "It's not rape believe me. She acts like she doesn't want it but once things get fired up she turns hotter than the nukes we dropped on Hiroshima."

"Man you gotta stop it with all this racist shit bro." Lucas whined, wiping grease off of his glasses. "She's Korean you asshole. You sound so fucking ignorant sometimes."

"Whatever." He said, rolling his eyes. "My point being is that her pussy get's so wet and halfway through she's begging me to take her to pound town. I think that old timer needs a kick stand to prop up that old dusty pecker of his."

"No shit?" Lucas leaned forward, intrigued. "So she really is down to fuck?"

"Facts!" He confirmed with a wink. "Let's make some moves."

Lucas Emmett kept his eyes on the Honda as Tyler drove them away from the Mexican Restaurant. But the car didn't follow, it just idled benignly as it shrunk in the distance. There was only a ten minute drive between Mitchel's Electronics repair and the restaurant but Tyler took twenty, making extra laps around the block to make sure they weren't being followed. Finally Lucas was satisfied and allowed Tyler to park, but only in the public lot a block away, forcing them to march through the bitter cold to get to the shop.

"Man I thought my dick was gonna freeze and snap off." Tyler breathlessly complained after unlocking the door and pushing into his nice warm shop. "You need to stop being such a pussy. Seriously."

"Fuck you." Lucas whined, stumbling in behind him. "I'm trying to save our asses here."

"They already know where I work jack off. I'm pretty sure they've figured out where I live too, if they had any brains they would have. That was the first thing I did was cruise past their house and their businesses'." Tyler said, hopping onto the swiveling bar stool he kept behind his work bench. "So it don't mean shit to me if they want to follow me around town like a couple of junior detectives. Those two weirdos don't have murder in them, trust."

"What if it was someone else they hired?" Lucas asked, hanging his jacket on the old fashioned, free standing coat rack near the front door. "Didn't you say her husband was a bail bondsman? I'm sure he knows plenty of degenerates dying to make some easy money."

"They're gonna find out it ain't so easy coming after me." Tyler sulked, after failing to see that angle. "Anyway, fuck all that. That stupid car didn't even follow us. We got six more hours before I close up shop and get that sweet whore over here."

"Did you bring any condoms?" Lucas asked nervously.

"Got a fresh box under the counter over by the register." He pointed to the front of the store. "She got this dick raw last time, I don't know I kind of liked it. That old bitch has been married forever so she's probably clean. Think I might go naked again."

Lucas Emmett was a twenty three year old whose sexual resume consisted of one quick hand job from a second cousin at a graduation party. He currently resided in his mother's basement where he horded his extensive porn collection and an expensive gaming computer, which is how he came to know Tyler four years prior.

"You should be down to clown my boy, I've seen the sick shit you yank off to. Bukkakes and creampies." Tyler cackled. "I'm clean too. Shit feel free to raw dog my sloppy seconds."

They both jumped as a customer pushed into the electronics repair shop. A short but wide black man sauntered into the middle of the shop. He was wrapped up in a fleece lined black denim jacket with his face obscured by a matching black balaclava.

"Wind is really biting today huh fellas?" Marvin Woodall cheerily asked flexing his fingers in his black Mechanix gloves.

"Yeah I was just saying that." Tyler responded slowly, cutting his eyes over to his friend to gauge his loyalty. "You're inside now so why not lose the ski mask friend."

"I'm not vaccinated." Marvin quipped. "You the owner of this fine establishment?"

"N-N-No. He's off today." Tyler lied. "Why what do you need fixed?"

Lucas, just out of arms reach of the burly black man inwardly shrank looking down at the friendly man's black Air Force ones. He knew the popular myth that the thugs and wild jump off kids favored the infamous shoe in that particular color.

"Black Forces huh?" Lucas asked taking a cautious step back.

"Good for stomping." Marvin smiled. "Had to march all the way from up the block to get here."

"You drive a Honda?" Tyler chanced, walking over behind the counter with the cash register.

"I need something fixed and I'm betting you're the man I need to see." Marvin said, ignoring the question. "Come out from behind that counter for me kid."

The two visibly distraught friends locked eyes for a moment, each realizing their time had come and that their mistakes would soon bury them. Lucas, the weaker of the two broke first and feebly attempted to sprint past Marvin to get to the front door. He was swiftly snatched right off of his feet and slammed to the ground in one motion, with a gloved fist tightening over his throat.

"Fuck this." Tyler shouted, fumbling for the pistol he kept on a shelf beneath the cash register.

Before he could raise the gun and fire off a shot a four inch throwing knife struck him right beneath his left pectoral muscle, embedding itself in his upper rib cage. Tyler froze in shock, dropping the gun before a panicked yelp escaped his lips and he collapsed onto his back in a heap.

"Don't move." Marvin warned Lucas, slamming two gloved, brutal hammer fists into his strangled face.

"Oh shit." Tyler groaned staring at the knife jutting out of his torso, as a shadow athletically leapt over the counter in one jump.

"Damn. I didn't think that shit was even gonna work." Marvin laughed in surprise. "I knew you were gonna try me though."

"Please I don't wanna die." Tyler blubbered putting his hands up defensively as a pool of blood quickly blossomed over the front of his plaid shirt. "I'll do whatever you want... please..."

Marvin wordlessly put his foot on the white bully's neck as he reached down and violently jerked the knife free, soaking in the howls of pain with great pride.

"I got most of the bleeding to stop but he needs a doctor." Lucas said placing another micro fiber towel he had found in the back of the shop thirty minutes earlier, over his friend's seeping wound.

"We're almost done here." Marvin told him before turning back to Tyler who was propped up but still laying on the ground. "Gonna need to see that footage."

Tyler Mitchel groaned in defeat, furious at his own incompetent pride. "Then what? I know that bitch sent you to kill us."

"Focus." Marvin snapped, slapping him across the mouth.

"Easy." Lucas whined. "He's already fucked up enough man."

"This the friend you were gonna use to snitch for you?" Marvin asked calmly.

"Yeah." Tyler mumbled, lowering his head and shrugging his shoulders.

Without another word Marvin Woodall pounced on Lucas, punching him in the face until his body went limp, before standing back up and stomping the unconscious white kid's head into the linoleum floor. Horrified, Tyler struggled to his feet and hobbled, hunched over back to his work table where his laptop was. Marvin booted the nearly lifeless kid in the chest one more time before following Tyler over to the computer.

"I saved a copy on my laptop before erasing the original from the DVR." Tyler explained, pulling up the file and stumbling back from it.

The enforcer quietly replayed it a few times, smiling in admiration more than once. He then opened a second folder and was greeted by his partner's red lips constricted around the white cock shoved into her soft Asian face. Slurping sounds filled the room as she held the dick in her mouth treating it to the slow suction movements of her sunken cheeks and compressed lips.

"Damn Ms. Kim." Marvin chuckled to himself.

A pair of young impatient hands entered frame, grabbing the back of her head and shoving the full length of his seven inch cock down her throat. She responded by grabbing his ass and impaling her face further on his rigid pipe, sticking her tongue out to lap his hairy balls.

"You a demon." Marvin laughed looking over at Tyler who was slumped over the stool. "Who else seen this shit?"

"Just us." Tyler moaned clutching his abdomen. "Man I think I'm bleeding out... please."

"Naw, survival is a huge part of the human condition. Besides I've done way worse and they managed to hold on." Marvin reassured him. "I'm a convicted felon firearms will get me hemmed up, so I've been trying new things lately. That shit right there was pure luck."

"Don't feel lucky." Tyler sighed through the pain. "What now? those are all the copies of everything, just take them."

"I look like those dumb street niggas who bring you stolen Xbox's?" The insulted black man hardened his tone. "You can access the DVR from another computer or even your cell phone."

"But I erased it after I created that file on my laptop!" Tyler shouted.

"Lower your tone." Marvin said, his voice heavy with restrained rage. "You could have any number of fail safes in place. Surely you knew this day would come and the fun would end. How could I ever be sure you won't come back and play some hidden wildcard?"

"I swear." Tyler whimpered like a petulant child.

"I know, on the dead homies you won't come back and fuck with us." Marvin smiled.

The room fell silent again and they both looked over to the laptop, camera zoomed in on Kim Waters' squelching red panties clad crotch.

"I'm so fucking wet. Sit down I need to ride that huge cock." She could be heard demanding.

"I always wondered. That any good?" Marvin asked, watching the Korean temptress throw her head back as she slowly lowered herself onto the stiff white dick, grinding her hips back and forth immediately.

Tyler just shrugged, grimacing in pain with blood seeping through his fingers.

"Tell you what friend," Marvin began, grabbing Tyler and propping him upright against a support beam. "The fucking is over, but not the blackmail."

The former bully just swayed staring wide eyed and dumbfounded. "The fuck you talking about?"

Another lightening fast slap across the mouth. "I'm not really your friend so watch how you speak to me. You can keep up this little racket but you take their offer of finances instead of pussy."

"And give the money to you." Tyler finished, rubbing his sore jaw.

"Most of it, I'm not greedy. I'll pay you a fair living wage." Marvin smiled. "Be careful though because I'll be on both sides and will know exactly what she gave you. Cross me once and I'll leave you like skippy over there."

"He dead?" Tyler soberly asked about his friend, but not really feeling any guilt.

"Naw I told you, human condition. He'll probably be a gimp from now on but they should be able to bring him back." Marvin answered, pulling his gloves down on his hands making sure they were secure. "Let's rap this shit up, gotta get my girl to the doctor's. That's why I gotta make this move because I'm getting more mouths to feed. I really care for Ms. Kim so you still gotta take this beating."

"What? I'm fucking bleeding out here." Tyler bellowed thrusting his blood stained hands out for inspection.

"Fuck all that. I got a reputation."

***

Kenneth waters grudgingly poured his own cup of coffee while looking out the front window of his bail bonding business. Robin had called and claimed to be stuck in traffic even with her two year old son and the television clearly audible in the background. He offered her a few empty threats before hanging up and taking his first scalding sip of Folgers of the day.

"No fucking way." He muttered in disbelief to himself, spotting a familiar face through the window crossing the street while hobbling on crutches.

It took Tyler Mitchel a full five minutes to enter the establishment and eventually settle himself into a visitor's chair in Kenneth's office.

"I heard you got worked over. But this..." Kenneth chuckled, mocking a chef's kiss with his hand. "Humbled you real damn quick."

"Wasn't by your hand old man." Tyler fired back, fuming at having to grovel to such a feeble adversary. "I thought your offer over some, about the money."

"Is that right?" Kenneth asked, relishing his new found authority. "You sure you're done with my wife?"

Instead of answering Tyler just stared coldly through his blackened right eye that was still rimmed with a painful red, as his left eye was still swollen shut. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, fumbling for a bottle of prescription pain pills in his jacket pocket. "Can I get a drink of water please?" He croaked.

The older man smiled, taking in his enemy's swollen and heavily bruised face before reaching behind himself into a small personal fridge and grabbing a can of Pepsi.

"Merry Christmas." He said rolling it across his desk.

"Thanks asshole." Tyler muttered holding the cool can over his left eye, refusing to open it right away and get splashed with soda.

"So you come up with a number?" Kenneth asked, unable to stop smiling. "As you may not know I am a man of meager funds."

"How do you feel about payment plans?" Tyler painfully grinned, finally popping open the Pepsi and washing down a pain pill. "Forty thousand a month for two calendar years, starting January first."

"I think my friend might have scrambled you more than you thought." Kenneth said, blowing a raspberry into the palm of his hand. "You might not make it two calendar years."

"Your WIFE'S associate might have come close but he ain't no killer, so stop the Tony Soprano shit." Tyler snarled, before thinking back on the modest number Marvin the enforcer had given him. "Thirty-five." He countered, hoping to hold a little something back for himself.

"Enjoy your Pepsi and then see yourself out." Kenneth said while slapping both hands down on his desk. "Maybe you'll be visited by three more spirits one night soon."

"Thirty thousand or I'll have the cops here by tonight." Tyler snapped, knowing that he could not accept any lower than the thirty that Marvin had told him to say.

"you're really hurting huh?" The old man asked, genuinely concerned.

"What?"

Kenneth seized the opportunity by launching himself across the desk and tackling the taller bully. "You motherfucker!" He screamed while raining punches down on his already broken adversary.

The front door chimed as Robin rushed in shouting a million excuses for her tardiness.

"Oh my gosh." She dropped her purse and squealed at the sight of her boss straddling and pummeling a cowering man in a leg brace.

Kenneth cocked back and slammed one more shot into Tyler's shrieking face smattering his already broken nose across his cheek. "Okay asshole, thirty. I'll leave an envelope at your shop. Don't ever come near us again you cocksucker." He warned breathlessly while climbing off of his squirming enemy.

"So that was the guy?" Robin finally asked twenty minutes after her boss paid two homeless men to drag Tyler out, and dump him in the alley behind the electric building across the street.

"I don't want to talk about it." Kenneth said, pouring himself a second cup of coffee.

"So it must be true." Robin smacked her lips and smiled. "That's why she fired Brenda. You know she checked me out at the store the other day and I about beat that fat bitch's ass because she smashed my bread, bagging my groceries up wrong. I swear some people can't..."

Kenneth's cell phone rang cutting his secretary's rant short as he retreated to his office to answer it. "Hello?"

"We got a problem." His wife nearly yelled into his ear. "Guess who just fucking called me, and from where?"

"What are you hollering about Kim?" He asked, shutting his office door. "Guess who just got dragged out of my office?"

"Marvin just called me from county, they picked him up on an aggravated assault charge." She explained.

"But Tyler just left my office and he's still trying to extort us, but for money now." Kenneth heard himself say while swallowing the panic that began churning his stomach. "He really got fucked up I don't think..."

"Not him and don't say too much over the phone." Kim hissed. "There was another kid who he allegedly put in a coma for a couple days. After he woke up and they stopped the swelling on his brain his mother made him press charges."

"B-B-But..."

"Lucas, the kid claimed it was a robbery gone sideways." She answered, reading his paranoid mind. "Anyway Marv's been locked up all weekend. Bonds been set at thirty thousand, he's sending his sister over to sign the papers to bond him out."

"What? Why?" Kenneth asked, stifling a laugh at the amount.

"She owes him." His wife quietly pleaded.

Reading between the lines Kenneth although eternally grateful, couldn't stomach the prospect of personally putting up the money to bond out his wife's personal henchman. Not after he was already paid in full for his services.

"Sounds like he might have gone too far this time." He said, testing her loyalty.

"Well Keisha will be there within the hour. You give her that message to send back to Marvin." Kim said before abruptly ending the call.

"I really appreciate this Kenny." Marvin Woodall said cheerfully patting his benefactor on the back as he followed him through the visitors parking lot beside the prison.

"A coma? Really?" Kenneth asked dryly, clearly not amused while unlocking the doors on his solid black Dodge Charger. "You know that other shithead came by my office today, still up to his old tricks."

"Not quite the same." Marvin sheepishly answered before climbing in the passenger seat.

"Yeah now the prick wants thirty thousand a month for two fucking years." Kenneth sighed wearily, buckling his seat belt and starting the engine. "I'd rather him go back to fucking my wife, way cheaper. The way she's been treating me lately too, I figure calling this a third strike and moving back to Texas. Take over the vineyard after my folks kick and pay a whore to check in on me from time to time."

"That woman loves you Kenny ain't no denying that." Marvin reassured him, while leaning his seat back to get comfortable. "This is just a weird situation nobody was ready for. Leaving us all scrambling to preserve some kind of dignity while processing what we've been through."

Kenneth raised an eyebrow at the smiling black man in his passenger seat. "You auditioning for a podcast?" He asked, steering onto I 65 southbound and accelerating, getting up to speed. "What's your big plan to beat these charges since your so insightful right now?"

"Things have a way of working themselves out sometimes." Marvin elusively stated.

"Look it's not just Kim, I really appreciate you sticking your neck out for us too." Kenneth said. "But I think you might have taken it one step too far. From what I know they might have a pretty solid case against you."

"What is it you do know?" Marvin asked tightly.

"Didn't mean nothing Marv you know that. Just trying to get on the same page to give you a fighting chance in all this." Kenneth placated. "You have a kid on the way and I don't want to get saddled with the guilt if you get locked up over our shit."