Liaison by Nearest and Dearest

A good friend asks Chance Montgomery for a favor.

The man was a cold blooded killer himself; they had done multiple jobs together as partners that seemed like many moons ago but Chance still called him his best friend. His name is Buck and when he called him he was sitting on his couch in amazement on how well his four year old son played a game on his X-box. 

 

“We need to talk.” He said.

 

Whenever Buck called to just talk when he was bored the conversation never started like that, it would be something sarcastically said upon greeting. He knew it had to be something grave when it started like that.

 

“Call me on my home phone.” Chance responded.

 

He didn’t have a home phone but he kept multiple prepaid cell phones just for calls that could be disposed right after. Only four people had the number in which he would always keep them updated when a change needed to be made. He watched his son continue to play as he stood up hearing the phone ringing in his office down the hall.

 

“I’m getting them daddy!” The little boy said excited.

“Give them hell son.” He said walking up him rubbing his head and leaving the room.

 

He entered his office an answered the phone that vibrated while ringing a generic beeping sound on top of the oak desk.

 

“What’s up Buck?” He answered.

 

Buck is the type person that if he really gets mad he doesn’t yell or argue, he quietly gets even or calmly makes a person suffer while enjoying it at the same time.  But right now he needed to let off some steam because he was in the middle of something he was taken care of when some other problem occurred at the same time. He talked about the situation for about an hour saying that if he wasn’t on something else detrimental he would have handled it himself. Seems his close family member had stolen some very sentimental valuables from his grandmother for a gambling debt.

 

“What do you want me to do?” Chance asked.

“I’m going to fax you some information.  I don’t want him canceled but I want him to feel some pain.”

“What kind; bad pain, crippling pain, or regretting pain?” Chance asked.

“Regretting pain.”

“Okay, I got you.” He said and hung up the phone.

 

Buck’s grandmother was like his when he was growing up running around finding trouble to get into. He had his own set but they grew up together and he spent a couple of Thanksgivings eating at her table after doing rounds at his own families. She knew then that the two were a pair of trouble makers but she never lectured them and always welcomed him with open arms. He started to get upset after thinking about it some more.

 

“So you just want him hurt?” Chance asked.

“No, I want to kill him myself but he is my cousin and he must be taught a lesson.”

“I got you.”

“I am so s****y that I can’t get there myself right now and f**k his a*s up with my own two hands.”

“Don’t worry about it; but you know my people probably won’t do this for free.”

 

Buck instantly got s****y again but Chance didn’t do it for that but just for reality’s sake.

 

“F**k some money! I don’t give a s**t about money, if I could get to a computer I would transfer the money to you in advance but I’m on the road and…” He said yelling until his comrade cut him off.

“Calm down, don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it.”

“One more thing Chance, I want to see it being done.”

“No problem man; I’ll call you in a couple of days, just fax me the info.” He hung up the phone then broke it.

 

He made two calls from another one then broke that one too. He walked out of his office and joined his son still playing the game until the first one showed up. He opened for his first guest, his name is Xavier and what started as someone he once trained to take his place became one the most top wanted contractor he had working for him. When he opened the door the light skinned, smooth talking pretty boy walked in with a smile on his face.

 

“What’s up Chance Machiavelli?” He always had a different name for him every time they saw each other.”

 

He welcomed in with a handshake brought in with a half hug. His son ran to the door and saw the man he called uncle yelling his name.  Xavier picked him up with a smile tossing him into the air to hear his joyful laugh. Chance looked at him remembering the days he would do that with his daughters but that had been many moons ago.

 

“I must be the first one here.” He said holding the little guy.

“Yeah, she’ll be here shortly.”

 

They stood at the door for a minute and when they walked to Chance’s media room he stopped when they heard the engine of a motorcycle coming from outside.

 

“Go to my office; I’ll be there shortly.” He said walking back to the door.

 

Xavier put down his son and headed to where business was attended to.  Chance opened the door before she ever came to it seeing her taking off her black leather jacket and helmet and laying it on the back of the machine that gave her the most pleasure. Her name is Camille and with her fire red hair and cold steel blue eyes he had always found her beautiful and couldn’t help but to smile when she passed him at the threshold rubbing his face sporting one. She wore hip- hugger jeans and a black halter- top that read in white words; “Make me purr.” 

His son ran to her next hugging her leg.

“Auntie Mill Mill!” He said jumping into her arms.

“Hi honey. How’s my little boyfriend?”

 

He is only a little boy but like his father recognized sex appeal making his father smile when he would see his blushed face as she charmed him while tickling his chin.

 

“Xavier is in the office.” He said as she put him down knowing it was time for business.

 

She walked up the stairs and he followed looking at her butt as it moved from left to right. She turned smiling already knowing he was looking and he returned one confirming the fact. His son ran up the steps behind them wanting to be in the mix on both hands and feet scurrying quickly but when he reached the top Camille was entering Chance’s office and his father was bent down at his level right by his room. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out his phone.

 

“I haven’t been able to get past this part in Angry Birds, can you help me?” He asked knowing his son could literally play it for hours without needing his attention.

“Yes daddy I can get past that part for you. Do you remember when I beat that one for you and…”

 

He always listened to what his son would talk about but at this time he had two killers in his office.

 

“Alright take that to your room and get passed it for me. And if you pass that one; do the next one for me too.” He said gently forcing the boy to the room.

 

He watched him run in smiling and as fast as it was on his face it disappeared looking toward the room turning it into a sneer.  When he walked in he looked at the man on his phone and the woman her filing her nails dropping disgusting dead cells on his mahogany desk. He pulled out a cigarette before he got to his chair sitting in front of them. He looked to the left and pulled out some paperwork from his printer and looked at just another face. He read the profile himself quickly scanning gathering everything he needed, the rest he already knew.  He slid it to Xavier and he scanned it passing it to Camille and didn’t mind that she took more time to assess the situation before putting it into a shredder beside his desk.

His name was Allen Reeth; Buck’s cousin, a known thief and professional con artist. His gambling addiction had taken countless money from relatives; Buck bailed him out of unfortunate events a couple of times. Six foot and light skinned with stubble he was a quick talking f****r that Chance always knew could talk his way out of hell.

 

“So we just basically get him to a location and beat the s**t out of him.” Xavier said.

“Let me guess, I’m the bait?” Camille said.

“This is a personal favor for Buck; there will be no advance but you will get paid for your services.  If you’re not interested you can leave.”

“This s**t is for Buck? F**k it; I’m not worried about the money.”

 

Chance looked Camille.

“I’ll do what needs to be done, but I don’t care who it is for; f**k that pay me.” She responded.

“Then this is how it’s going to go.” Chance said.

 

He laid the plan out for them and they listened making sure not to miss one detail. One screw up and the whole thing could be blown, but with the veteran killer laying out the details; it couldn’t fail. 

Allen frequented a local club that was infamous for gambling; cards, dice and even video games were just the start on the things that would be bet on, including sports and horse racing. Camille walked in there with a blue dress that was tight fitting and had a slit up the side showing her leg. She stood on the other side of the crap table eye balling him until she caught his eye then slowly made her way until she stood next to him as he checked out her physique ordering her another drink.  She stayed by his side until he was done then began to walk away when he called out to her.

 

“Hold on baby, where are you going?” He asked grabbing her arm lightly.

“I have to meet up with my girls.” She responded.

“Why don’t you kick it with me some more; you have been my good luck charm tonight.”

“Whatever.” She said smiling at him trying to walk away again.

“I’m Allen.” He introduced.

“I’m Stacy.” She returned with a smile offering her hand before walking away.

 

He stopped her again.

 

“Wait a minute; you are the most gorgeous woman I have seen ever. Just kick it with me for just a little longer and I promise you it’ll be a night you’ll never forget.” Allen said holding her hand in his.

“I should really find my girls, I came here with them and they might be looking for me.”

“They might be looking for you or like you have found someone else to keep their interest.”

 

She acted like she was thinking about it for a minute before turning to him with a smile.

 

“Maybe you’re right.” She responded pretending to look around some more.

“I know I’m right, we’ll walk around a little and when you see them you can tell them that me and you are going out for some coffee.”

“I don’t think they’ll buy that; I’m their ride.”

“Baby girl I think they might have found another way home.”

“How would you know that?”  She asked.

 

He looked around in the crowd and spotted a girl that was up close to another guy whispering in his ear.

 

“Is that one of your girls over there?” He asked.

 

She didn’t know who the girl was but indulged him.

 

“How did you know?” She asked acting surprised.

 

She told him to hold on while she walked up to the girl. From a distance he could see her whispering in ear and knew he had really came out on top tonight with winnings in his pocket and a girl leaving with him. But when she got to her she told the girl she was too drunk to spend the rest of her money and was just being nice giving her the rest, she knew no one would pass up free money.  She gave the girl a hug and walked back to him.

 

“Okay it looks like I’m all yours now; I gave her my keys so she wouldn’t be stranded tonight.  Can I trust you to take me home after coffee?” She asked.

“You don’t have to worry about anything tonight; I will take care of anything you need.”

“I like to hear that.” She responded grabbing his arm as he escorted her to the exit.

 

As they began to walk out they walked passed Xavier sitting at a roulette table and she smoothly dropped the keys to her car in his pocket. He pushed the rest the rest of his chips to a number while watching them leave the establishment.

 

“Put it all on three.” He said watching the wheel spin and the ball landing on another number.

 

He shrugged his shoulders and left the table to continue with the plan. When she got to his car he opened the door for her letting her get in first before entering the driver’s side. From there they drove to a diner where they sat and talked about trivial things while drinking coffee and when they were done he paid the bill and escorted her to his car. As he got to his door a man walked up to him with a cigarette in his mouth.

 

“I don’t mean to bother you but can I get a light?” The man asked.

 

Allen reached in his pocket for a lighter and felt a sharp sting in his neck as Xavier stood before him looking at the dart in his neck.  He tried to get away but the poison had already started to take effect and he dropped to the ground quickly and Xavier grabbed his arms while looking around to make sure no witnesses saw as he dragged him into the car parked next to his. Camille sat and watched as he got him into the trunk.

 

“See you at the spot.” Xavier said walking to the window as she got behind the wheel.

 

Allen woke tied to a chair in an empty room with Xavier playing solitaire at a table and Camille sitting on the other side messing with her cell phone.

 

“What the f**k?” He yelled.

 

Xavier dropped the rest of the cards and walked up to him.

 

“Good to see you awake.” He said with a smile lightly smacking his face.

“What is this?” He asked scared looking over at Camille.

“Just calm down; everything will fall into place buddy.” Xavier responded.

“Stacy… what did I do to you?”

 

Camille walked over to him.

 

“You didn’t do anything to me Allen.”

 

The door opened and Chance walked in with a laptop in his arms. He pulled a table in front of him and opened it up beginning to type on it. Buck’s face appeared via video and he looked at his cousin bound to the chair with a smile on his face.

 

“I knew I could count on you.” Buck said staring at Allen.

“Chance what the f**k; I thought you were dead, Buck what is this about?” Allen asked confused.

“Handle this s**t so we can get out of here.” Chance said to Buck in the monitor before walking away to a chair in the corner.

“Don’t worry I’m about to get this party started.”

Camille had done her part and relocated herself to the corner to where Chance was sitting pulling up a chair next to him letting Xavier do his part.

 

“So how do you want to start this Buck?” He asked positioning a chair backwards before sitting down in front of him.

“Let me talk to him for a minute.” Buck responded.

“Buck hold on man, let me explain.”

Allen started to panic while trying to move his way out of his bondage.

“Okay I’m going to ask you a question and if you don’t answer it right, there will be a penalty.”

“What do you want to know cuz?”

“Have I not bailed you out many of times when m***********s wanted to kill you over the money you have owed them?”

“Yeah you have but…”

“Stop talking Allen.” Buck interrupted.

 

Allen was the type that would talk his way out of anything buying himself time. Many of times he escaped getting his a*s beat or even killed by talking. Numerous people knew he was related to Buck and when he they were fed up with his excuses would just give him a pass just to avoid the consequences of the wrath of what he could instill. If the situation was critical he would call him and Buck would bail him out every time of his debts.

 

“Do you know what it feels like to hear our grandmother crying on the phone?”

“Buck I didn’t do…”

 

Xavier punched him quick and hard in his face. The strike was loud and shocking to Allen and all he could do was open his mouth while seemingly trying to hold back tears as the reality of it all began to process in his brain instantly.  

 

“Every time you interrupt me Xavier will shut you the f**k up. Understand that if I wasn’t currently indisposed I would be there in person to torture you until you begged for me to execute your sorry a*s. But by the end of this night you will comprehend how our grandmother felt when  she walked in her home from the trip I sent her on to find that the ring she had just took off six years after her husband; our grandfather had died was gone.  The final decision on if you die is mine so you will take this a*s whooping or get judged by God tonight.”

  

“Do you know in some countries they cut off the hands of thieves but I don’t want that for you because you are family and I can remember us playing as kids and getting in trouble together. So what I’m thinking is that I have Xavier break a finger for the number of things taken.”

 

On the monitor he pulls out a piece of paper as Xavier walks to Allen with a smile on his face.

 

“Hold on… wait a minute.” Allen began to plea.

 

Buck began to name off items that his grandmother had told him that she was missing. And one by one Xavier began to break the fingers on Allen’s hand as he yelled in pain.  He left out his thumb as he used the last two breakages for the other hand, with the pinky and the index.  Chance sat across the room going through apps on his phone while Camille sat with a smile on her face enjoying the show.  Xavier got off on the moment but torture was one his most favorite parts of his job and he waited for Buck’s next order on his menu.

 

“Hold on Buck let me get something that’ll make you smile.”

 

He walked over to his duffle bag and unzipped it pulling out a satchel bringing it back to the table. The Velcro made a ripping sound as he rolled out his murder kit; scalpels, pliers, and needles next to vials fitted in little pockets sat waiting on him to make any choice he wanted to bring pain with the choice of a quick death.

 

“You tell me how you want me to make him feel.” Xavier said waiting with eagerness with his tools.

“Oh you do know how to make a m**********r feel special don’t you?”

“I aim to please.” He said slowly pulling out a scalpel smiling at his own reflection with one open eye.

“How sharp is that?” Buck asked.

 

Xavier was happy to show him as he quickly turned with a swift slice across his wrist waiting for the cut to slowly open up and starting to bleed. Allen began to panic but Xavier only smiled at him.

 

“Don’t worry I didn’t cut an artery or anything critical, you’re not going to bleed out unless I get the order to do so.”

Buck laughed but his conscience was beginning to get to him about doing to his cousin like he would do to a common enemy so he soon stopped.

 

“I want to have you ended, you are lucky I’m not one of your other enemies that want you dead.  Xavier, break his legs and then dump him somewhere.” Buck said.

 

Xavier was kind of disappointed but he listened to his request.

 

“Camille, will you go get my sledge hammer from my truck?” He asked her as he got close to Allen whispering something in his ear with a sour look on his face.

 

She walked out of the room and when she returned she had what he needed. Chance stood up pulling out a cigarette. He walked to the computer while Xavier got ready to do his deed.

 

“Buck, I’ve done this favor for you. Only one of us is getting paid for this and I will send you the account information. Next time you need me; it’s going to cost you.”

 

He walked over to Camille.

 

“When Xavier is done bring my laptop back to me and call for a cleanup. Xavier, finish your job and dump his a*s somewhere but make sure this doesn’t come back.” He ordered.

“I got just the thing.” Xavier said pulling out one of the vials and a needle.

“Then handle it; you know how to get ahold of me.”

 

As he walked out Allen called out to him begging for mercy, but Chance shut the door behind him. He once enjoyed this kind of lifestyle; torturing, maiming, hurting and killing all for a profit but he had changed and had his own people now. He went home and the next day was just another day as his son sat at the table eating his cereal while he read the newspaper and drank his coffee not finding anything on the situation. It was another job done just like he liked it; unrecognized but acknowledged. 

Author's Note

Just something I had fun with.

Reviews

[DBrown]

Man! i couldn't stop reading it. It was like i was there watching to whole thing. keep doing what you do!

[Dez H.]

Right on Buck Nasty!