Tracking A Sk*nk
Lyla
Ever since I met Samantha, I knew she was special. I knew she was going to be a part of my
family. I’ve known this about others too, like Jessie, and Ally. Although I would have thought my brother would have locked that down by now, but he’s a stubborn a*s.
All my “cousins” are my favorite. I have a few I’m closer to than some, but I love them all. Dashawn, Crush, Demon, and Narissa, are my super favorites. Narissa because, well, she’s Narissa, my assassin sister. We’ve had each other’s backs for a long time. We’ve worked on
contracts together.
Demon, I have had a soft spot for since we were kids. He was always picked on. I had to kick
the sh*t out of a couple of girls behind his back, for some of the sh*t I heard. He was always
a big kid. He isn’t dumb, but it took a minute for him to form words, so he got picked on for that too, and for his size. He didn’t grow into his head until he was about fifteen, when the rest
of his body went from flab to rock hard muscle as he grew out of his baby fat. God, I hate how
cruel some kids can be.
Crush is a firecracker. Always was. He got into a lot of trouble as a kid, he was always
getting into something, and secretly I loved watching him. He was so mischievous. I envied
that.
And my sweet Dashawn, the youngest of the four. I am three years older than him and when
he was six he came up to me and told me how beautiful I was and that one day, he was going
to be my protector, so no boy would ever hurt me. I think he had a little crush. He would try to
impress me with whatever antics he could make up. I loved the way he looked after all the
girls as he got older and bigger. He was a little gentleman too. Always, opening the
clubhouse doors for us, or car doors whenever we went out for fun or family get–togethers. If
the family went to restaurants, he’d help whoever was closest to him and pull out their chairs.
He once told me it was practice for his future wife, and because he was a future CEO, and he
had to look like a gentleman when meeting clients. He had a lot put on his shoulders at a
young age. But he never buckled under the pressure.
So, when I met sweet Samantha, who brought one of my super favorites out of his slump, I
instantly loved her and categorized her as special to Dashawn. She needed to be protected at
all times.
When I was told about Hoe–ther and her attempts to become between Samantha and
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Dashawn, especially the drugging, I knew she needed to die. It was the club way. They were to disappear. I didn’t give a sh*t that I’ve known her since she was sixteen, or that she was
Dashawn’s ex, this b*tch had to go.
I searched for her, and found she was trying to go from club to club, but she was blacklisted. I tracked her progress all the way to Vegas, where I later found that the Mother Chapter ignored the blacklist request and took her in. To them, she was easy p*ssy, and they didn’t have the
same rules that we did when it came to Old Ladies and club wh*re conflicts.
Tagging along for the challenge was just a bonus for my real reason for coming to Vegas.
When I saw her at the challenge, I locked in on her and smiled. It had been years since she
saw me, so I wasn’t sure if she recognized me, but she saw that I was looking at her. She
looked away instantly. I kept an eye on her the whole time, but when the two dip sh*ts that
pulled their guns after the fight, I lost track of her and she disappeared. So, now here I was as
everyone cleaned up the bodies, and went their separate ways, and before the guys went to
the strip club, I was hunting that b*tch down. Some discreet inquiries to some of the club
wh*res, said she took off on foot, going north. I jogged across the street to the drive–in and
found one of the bikes with keys in it. I didn’t give a sh*t whose it was, I was taking it.
She had about a twenty–minute head start on me. I came to a run–down 7–Eleven and walked
inside. I asked the cashier if he’d seen her and after giving him a description, he nodded and
said she went out the back of the store before he could stop her. She had stolen a bottle of
water. I gave him three bucks for the bottle, and then got back on the bike and drove behind
the store and down an alley. I had a decision to make to go left or right. My instincts told me right and I took it. I stopped next to a group of thugs with their green bandannas on their
heads. They all stopped what they were doing and turned to me. Seeing I was a woman,
some chuckled, and asked if I wanted a real ride while grabbing their crotches. I stared them down, their laughter changing instantly. They recognized a true killer. I pointed at the biggest guy. If I had time, I would have taken him for a f*cking ride. He was delicious.
“You, have you seen a chick, yay, high, real small mini skirt, black tank top, big teased hair.”
“Yeah, you missed her by a couple of minutes. She went down the alley by T*tty Bouncers, the strip club down the street.”
I used my pointer finger to tell him to come closer. He got real close, lust swirled in his eyes. I drew my finger down the white wife beater he had on, until I got to his groin area, where I palmed him and felt him grow hard. I heard low whistles behind him.
“I’ll come find you later, and you can serve me. Do you want to be my plaything later?”
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He swallowed hard as I stroked him through his jeans.
“Say yes, don’t be an i***t,” one of his little gangster friends said.
“Um, yeah.”
“Okay, big boy, see you after I catch and kill my prey.” I revved the engine of the motorcycle,
and he mouthed ‘Jesus f*ck‘ before I took off. I parked the bike, shut it off and took a knife
out of my boot. I quietly walked down the alley. It was dark and long. The only light coming
from down a ways above a propped back door to the club. I heard arguing and stopped to
listen.
“I’m f*cked Ally. You have to help me. Haven’t I always let you hang out with me all these
years? You were so shy when you came to our school, I took you under my wing and
introduced you to the cool kids.”
“I’ve done enough for you, Heather. I thought you were my best friend until I found out about
you cheating on Dashawn, and then I only hung out so I could see Ice.”
“A lot of good that did you,” I heard Heather mumble.
“F*ck you. I gave you a lot of money, when you came crying to me that Samantha was in
contact with Dashawn. You said you needed new clothes to get his attention. What
happened to that money?”
“I used it to buy something else to make Dashawn more susceptible to me.”
“What do you mean? Did you drug him?”
I didn’t hear a response, but she must have nodded because Ally exploded.
“Are you f*cking serious? How stupid are you to drug a Lord. Oh my God, I could get killed if
they knew I was the one that gave you the money. Do you think they would believe me if I said
I didn’t know that’s what you were going to use it for? Holy sh*t did you tell them, do I now
have a target on my back?”
“No! I wouldn’t do that to you. I didn’t even tell Ice when he was asking me where you’d been
that you left town after you saw that club wh*re sucking him off.”
“He asked about me?”
“Yeah, just you know, where’s Ally been?”
There was silence for a minute.
“So, you aren’t going to give me any money?”
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“I’ve already blown through my inheritance living off of that for the last three months and the
sale of my parents‘ house. Rent’s expensive here. This is my second night as a cocktail waitress here, I’ve already caught the eye of a big wig. He’s tipped me really big so far. I guess I can give you half of that. He’s still here, so maybe he’ll tip me more.”
I heard fabric noises.
“Here, it’s five hundred.”
“Thank you, Ally. I promise one day, I’ll pay you back.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” I said, coming around the corner.”
Both girls were wide–eyed and frozen on the spot.
“Little Alabama, is that you?”
“Yes. Lyla?”
“So you remember me, you’ve always had a good memory. My brother’s been a mess without
you.”
She scoffed at me, “I highly doubt that. He’s never looked twice at me.”
“You’re wrong. What are you doing here in Vegas?”
“I needed to leave New York. My parents died. I finally realized your brother wasn’t going to
see me as anything but a f*ck, and my job wasn’t working out for me anymore.
“You mean your job as a mule for Basil Fugati?”
She stiffened, she paled, and I saw her sway.
“It was only one time,” she said.
“One time too many, I would think? Why did you do it?”
“I was at a low point, and I was feeling reckless. I met him at a bar, we had a night together,
and then he said he would pay me ten thousand to get on a bus and take a package to North Carolina. It wasn’t drugs. I told him that I wouldn’t be a drug runner. He laughed and said drugs were small change. My cousin is in the military and Basil needed me to give this package to someone in the military police division.”
“What was the package?”
“I didn’t ask. It was a small box. I didn’t open it. I just visited my cousin, he gave me a tour
and I asked him to show me where the main MPs buildings were. I just walked into the
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building and gave it to the first person I saw. It had a name on it, so I hoped it got to the right person. I told my cousin I wasn’t feeling well, and I left right away.”
I nodded, it was the same story I was mostly told by Basil himself, before I sliced him into tiny pieces. I didn’t want him using Ally as a mule.
“You work here now?”
“Yeah, why are you all here?”
“There was a challenge for the Mother Chapter. We just won.”
“Oh,” she said. After a minute she looked between me and Heather and came to her own
conclusion. She looked at Heather sadly, then at me and I nodded. She reached out and took the money out of Heather’s hands.
“I don’t think you’re going to be needing this anymore, I’ll see ya. Or not,” she mumbled, and
went back into the building.
I looked at Heather, “You’ve been a thorn in my cousin and his woman’s side. I heard about you drugging them.”
“I’m so sorry, Lyla, I’ve put him behind me, I swear.”
“You see, I don’t care. I’m here to give you the punishment you deserve. Get on your knees.”
“She dropped instantly sobbing and begging. I rolled my eyes, took out a phone and dialed an
encrypted number.
“I need a place for some work with floor bolts and chains, a box of rats, a metal bowl and a
hand torch, and a vehicle. I’m at a strip club called T*tty Bouncers. Just shut the f*ck up and
have the vehicle here in ten.” I hung up and looked at the dead girl in front of me.
“You and I are going to have some fun. Well, I’m going to have some fun.”
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Roc
I think it was Michelle Chea–Carr that made the first Hoe–ther reference. Thank you so much. I’ve been dying to use
it..
