Parlous, Aaron Solomon [easy readers TXT] 📗

what’s our next move?” “There’s a local coffee shop just down the road from here.” He responded. “It’s a nice little dead drop for the organization where they take time to stop and just chill there or make a perfect getaway since it’s in a nice secluded location from the cops. The address is right here.” He fished out a little piece of notepad paper from his right pocket and forked it over to me. I studied it carefully and then hopped in my car and followed closely behind his cruiser as he carefully made his way out of the garage onto the main road and showed me the way. We arrived in almost no time flat and briefly made a quick sweep of the area before cautiously making our way inside. “Shit!” One of the jackals exclaimed as we walked in and I quickly drew my weapon as each and every single one of them in the room all went for theirs. “Cops?!” “At ease, Maxwell.” Gevo said. “We just wanna talk.” “You.” The jackal named Maxwell said, referring to Gevo. “You’ve really got some balls walking back into this place. You should be buried six feet under by now. Or at least you will be by the time Mitchell is finished with you.” “Ah. You see, that’s exactly why we’re here.” Gevo replied. “We’re looking to take him and his crew down for good this time and we need some information from you on his whereabouts. I believe you would be the next best guy to come to with that since you’ve been working for him almost nearly twice as long as I have.” “Go to hell, Thompson.” He spat. “If you think I’m gonna snitch just so you can fulfil a death wish for a mistake you made of turning on the organization, you’re certainly dead wrong.” “Oh. Really now, Maxie boy.” Gevo answered. “Well then, maybe my associate could be of some assistance to you. She always has ways of getting exactly what she wants when she wants it.” Almost immediately after he said that, I holstered my weapon and began cracking my knuckles in an aggressive and taunting manner as I slowly stepped toward him, making him gulp in pure fear and desperation. “No. Please.” He pleaded. “Okay, okay. He set off for his private estate somewhere on the outskirts of Columbia, Maryland. Now, I swear that’s all I know. Just please leave me alone and don’t hurt me.” “Good boy.” Gevo cooed. “I knew you’d eventually come to your senses.” We turned and then walked out, returning to our vehicles and speeding off down the main highway as fast as time and the law would allow, steadfast on our way toward the DC/Maryland border.

Chapter Five

We did some serious digging ahead of time and found Mitchell’s mansion as planned on Pointers Run road near my birthplace of River Hill. After ditching our vehicles out of sight in front of the entrance, we drew our weapons and slowly walked up to the front door and stacked up on either side before I kicked it open with surprisingly incredible ease. A deathly and unearthly silence filled the air as we made our way up the stairs into the main hall. I was a bit surprised as for a wanted mad wolf with an illegal license to kill, I could’ve sworn he would be a little bit better prepared for any and all of the odds against him. We approached the door at the far end of the hall and on the count of three, Gevo kicked it open and almost instantly we found just who had we’d been looking for the whole time. Just as we had originally planned, there was Vance Mitchell in all his wicked and sinister glory with that trademark signature psychopathic smirk plaguing his muzzle with about two of his jackal guards having their guns drawn and staring coldly at us with their fingers edging the triggers as we walked in quickly did the same. I wasted no time in letting lose a bullet from my desert eagle into the two bodyguards’ heads and then focused my full attention back to Mitchell who only clapped his paws in a twisted and revolting manner. “Congratulations, officers.” He said in a venomous tone. “You did it. You caught me right where I stand. I’ll make sure you both get a medal of valor for this.” “It’s over, Mitchell.” I said, baring my teeth. “We’ve frozen all of your assets so there’s nowhere else for you to run or hide so give up now or we can make you surrender. Your choice.” “Ooh. Sounds tempting but no dice. There’s no way I’m letting a six point five million dollar operation go so easily. And just think of all the rest of the dough I’ll be bathing in once you two are dead and gone. So, I’m sorry, Gevo but you were a fool not to even see this coming sooner. Prepare to say your goodbyes.” He raised the gun in his paw and pulled the trigger but before he could even have time to aim, Gevo rushed at him with full force and almost instantly began wailing on him with a various array of solid punch combinations to his face and jaw and was just about to go for another when Mitchell grabbed his right paw and returned fire with a hook of his own to his right cheek, knocking him off rather quickly. Just before he could get up however, Gevo jumped to his feet and grabbed the back of Mitchell’s head, shoving his face as hard as he could three times into the solid wood floor before racking a right hook across his face and yanking him on his feet to throw him back first into the nearby window. Battered, weary, and now severely beaten with several cuts and lacerations, Mitchell slowly staggered onto his feet and let out a wicked, maniacal laugh before saying, “Come on, boyoh. Beat me till you can beat me no more. You know there’s only one real way to stop me.” “No.” Gevo replied simply. Mitchell only laughed at this and continued to taunt Gevo even further. “Come on, young blood. Do you duty. Do as I trained you to and end me!” “No!” “Gevo, look out!” I cried as Mitchell slowly crept up behind him with a long shard of glass. I brought my trusty desert eagle up to aim and put two precisely aimed bullets into the throat and head of Mitchell, putting him down almost instantly and after a few moments of gurgling on his own blood, he was soon lights out and never to be seen or heard from by anyone again forever and all eternity. “The old Gevo I know would’ve filleted him.” I said taking a couple steps toward him and smiling. “My brother deserves better than that.” He replied, smiling back with a wink. “And most of all, you.” I smiled even wider and looked deep into his eyes, wrapping my paws around him and pulling him in close until both of our muzzles pressed together in a warm, moist kiss. We walked slowly down the hall, wrapped tightly in each other’s love and enjoying one another’s company until we pushed open the doors and strolled gingerly through them back into the outside world and our two vehicles parked out front.

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Publication Date: 05-15-2015

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