Body In The Trunk {A Poetic Short Story}

When Aaron, a triggerman for the mob is sent on a job to get rid of a rival's body, mayhem ensues.

Aaron stroked the freak like he was in a swimming pool, he went so deep he felt his spirit diggin in her too,
and just as he was right there on the verge of sweet release, his cell phone rang out murder; dick deceased within the sheets.

He knew that it was business cause it's what that jack was for, there was another cell phone used for p***y jackin w****s,
but Aaron couldn't f**k when there was work that needed done, he jumped up out the twat while hittin Speed Dial number one.

The number answered quickly; time was money to these folks, they laughed but wasn't nuthin even funny to these folks,
The Taglalucci Fam'ly had The Garden State sewed up, and hired Aaron when they needed peeps to not show up.

"Aaron, thanks for calling back" the deep voice spoke and paused, "We have some real important work that don't need jokes or flaws,
your name was recommended with a fonded openness, so will you take this job? The answer's simple; no or yes."

The fam always took care of him when he went out to work, on their behalf; he wondered who it was he's 'bout to hurt,
of course it never mattered Aaron answered quickly "Yes.", the voice replied "One hour at the spot on 6th And Ness."

The young girl he was screwing yelled out "Damn we gotta stop?!" While Aaron came up off the floor "Look here I gotcha top,
now getcha your skirt and other s**t; let's go it's time to roll...." when it came down to money Aaron didn't have time for hoes.

1 hour later....

Coming to the warehouse on the block of 6th and Ness, is just when Aaron took the time to stop and fix his vest,
as well as check his gun and extra clips: the extra s**t ensured he didn't run across some type of extra mess.

He entered in the warehouse through the back as he was told, he knew to follow orders or he'd get his black a*s swole,
the fact that he was black and runnin game inside the mob, just meant that he worked twice as hard to do the same damn job.

The warehouse floor was packed; it seemed like all the fam was there, and ev'ryone subservient because the man was there,
Vinnie Taglalucci in the flesh; to show his face, meant something very bad and Aaron still could only wait.

Don Vinnie cleared his throat and sauntered calmly down the stairs, the essence of a psycho killer seemed to drown the air,
"All you mooks need be ashamed," his voice echoed throughout, his thousand dollar wingtips silencing the ghetto shouts.

"All of you fascinas aint been earnin what you're due, our competition tries to thrive; to me that's nuthin new,
if you can't earn your tributes which to me displays a coward, then bring it to the enemy; and then we'll take what's ours.

Now earlier tonight; alot of youse just might've heard, the whole Bandini Fam'ly will forever lie in dirt,
while buried six feet underneath some rubble; b******s gone, but what makes this so special is, we also have their Don!"

Vinnie stepped toward an old covertible Capri, that until now had gone unnoticed; took some work to see,
'round all the folks then Aaron saw the reason for the jumps, and cheers; Vinnie was showing Don Bandini in the trunk.

The balding man was bound and gagged by ropes and browing rags, he shook and then was wheezing like a person drowned in gas,
then Aaron wondered why old man Bandini wasn't dead, til Vinnie shot four times which meant four bullets bust his head.

2 hours later....

Driving down Grand Avenue inside the old Capri, a smile was etched on Aaron's face like chisled stone you see,
this job would be his biggest payday; 'bout a hundred large, to drive Bandini's body to the docks; in a garage,

is where the corpse would wind up grounded fresh like burger beef, Aaron witnessed it before but still, it hurt to see,
the human body turned to something meant for Labor Day, but Aaron loved to cookout long as he got major paid.

There were no other cars out on the road besides his own, which Aaron thought as good luck as he loved to drive alone,
when all of this was over he might even call up Pam, the freak from earlier her shot was all the....BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

Aaron called out "What the f**k?!" as bullets whizzed on by, the back part of his head and out the windshield to the right,
the rearview mirror highlighted an all black S.U.V., with tinted windshield Aaron couldn't see or guess who'd be,

attempting to eradicate him; "What I do to you?!" he hollered as the next shots put some doo-doo in his shoes,
which means he almost s**t himself from hot ones goin by, the S.U.V. then floored it just to pull up on the side.

Aaron glanced up to the left to see the big a*s truck, he couldn't tell what kind; the vehicle was big as f**k,
the window of the passenger rolled down like eve'ning sun, exhibitting the face of Petey, Don Bardini's son.

"Pull my father's car over you f****n piece'a s**t!" is just what Petey yelled as Aaron got an easy grip,
the steering wheel his right hand with a pistol in the left, he emptied on the S.U.V. and wasn't finished yet,
he tossed a hand grenade into the window bustin left, he looked back as the S.U.V. exploded; sudden death.

25 minutes later....

Driving on the docks made Aaron nervous ob'viously, he thought the planks would fall to have him bobbin in the sea,
of course they never did but he's a superstitious kid, a crack could break your mother's back and all that simple s**t.

The last few yards to the garage was driven in reverse, to help offload the package easier; it didn't hurt,
to work it smart not harder; he could feel it in his hands, those dollars; the garage door opened; "Yo who is this man?!",

he hollered out for no one in particular to guess, the guy who stood outside bore no resemblance to Forsett,
the man who operated for the Taglalucci fam, as Aaron exited the gun was loosely in his hand.

"Who the f**k are you?!" he yells while brandishing the gat, the man seemed to be smiling at the piece; imagine that,
"Oh you think this funny?!" Aaron screams; he trusts no one, the man then laughs which angers Aaron quick to bust his gun.

The five shots hit the man up in the chest and makes him fall, "Now where the f**k Forsett at?!"; he's impatient to a fault,
"I think you've got the wrong address," a voice turns him around, to see the man there standing and not laying on the ground.

Instinctly Aaron shoots the clip til all he shoot is clicks, the stranger seems annoyed, "Ok enough with stupid s**t."
He waves at the Capri which opens all the latches up, and Aaron is surprised to see his body in the trunk.

"Oh my God what's happening?!" the words that Aaron cries, The man says "I don't know young buck for real cause Aaron died.
The Taglaluccis killed him cause he'd tell someone a tale, about their business int'rests by the way, welcome to Hell!"

The water of the docks became a burning lake of fire, and Aaron couldn't stop his flesh from burning; ay he tried,
he saw the man was growing, morphing; eight feet aint enough, he screamed as fire burned his eyes to look at Bezlebub,

or Lucifer or Satan you can call him what you will, but Aaron has to call him Master; all against his will,
and as the fire crackles all around them; burning be, the only thing he'll feel while burning for eternity.

Among the living....

The doors were standing open as the old car backed on in, the driver gave Forsett an envelope with cash to spend,
the grinder had been running since that morning churning up, the meat to feed the dogs; there was no need to warm it up.

The driver left Forsett alone to finish with the job, it's how a man retires when he's finished with the mob,
or when the mob is finished up with him; the baddest luck, he flips the latch to grab at Aaron's body in the trunk.

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The Cunning Linguist