THE TAKEOVER - Part 3: The Armenian Dick Head

Part 1 - The War Council
Part 2 - The Offer

I left Sandra half-naked in the SUV and told the Russian goons I'd call when I had some info. I knew Abdulian was in town, and not at his desert warehouse or overseas because he sat three rows in front of me at Cirque du Soleil last night, the dick head, but I needed an address.

I went back to my office and made a few calls. No one was in, so I spent time looking at porn while I waited. Eventually one of my regular snitches, a tweaker named Melvin, called me back. Melvin gave me the number a drug dealer in Henderson who used to play cards with Abdulian. After threatening to turn him into the police, and promising him a bribe, the drug dealer eventually gave me the address of the ridiculous, grandiose thirty-two room house that Abdulian calls home.

I took a ride out to his house and began planning my entrance. The dogs were going to be the biggest problem. I found a couple kids playing in a lot across the street from the house. I offered them $20 now and $20 after if they kept his dogs on the far end of the yard and not killing me. Once I heard the barking, I hopped his fence and found an open door through the laundry room.

His house was weird. I didn't like it. I searched for probably ten minutes before he and his shotgun found me.

"Who are you? Why have you come?" his shotgun seemed to say.

"I've come to ask you a few questions," I said, or something like that. We stared at each other awkwardly for a few seconds. He clearly had the advantage with his shotgun pointed at me. I began to wonder if I could draw my own gun, and even things out, before he shot me. I’d need a distraction.

I pointed behind Abdulian and said, “What’s that!?” Abdulian didn’t bite, he just shot me in the chest. Luckily, his gun was loaded with rock salt. I wasn’t dead, just in extreme pain from a hundred salt filled wounds… also, I landed on my keys when I hit the floor.

“I never kill an intruder with guns, Mr…. Monroe, isn’t it? I leave that to the dogs. But I do like to salt the meat for them.”

“You’re a cruel bastard,” I groaned, “saddling those poor dogs with high cholesterol.”

He chuckled and said, “The price of an enjoyable life, Mr. Monroe. The price of an enjoyable life.” Then he stomped on my face with his boot.

I woke up, hanging upside down from a tree, a pack of hungry rottweilers circling beneath me. It was night. I was just a few hours away from becoming dog shit when I heard a crash and shouting. A car had crashed the gate and was speeding towards me. The dogs scattered. I couldn’t see who was driving, just the blinding headlights.

Two large men stepped out of the front doors. One sprayed bullets in Abdulian's general direction. He and his crew ran, unprepared for the incursion. The other cut me down without saying a word. He dragged me to the car and tossed me in the backseat. Then we made our escape. Sandra was in the backseat with me, calling me an idiot. I tried to reach up and grab her titties, but my arms were sore and useless.

They took me back to the incognito hospital and put me in a bed next to Ivanov. That asshole was still unconscious. Then I passed out.

To Be Continued...

Part 4 - The New Boss

THE TAKEOVER - Part 1: The War Council

I was out on a date with Double D. She begged me to take her to see Cirque du Soleil. We had a nice steak dinner first, then took a cab to the show. I got good and drunk and we ended up at D’s place. When I got back to my office the next morning I found two armed Russians inside waiting for me.

They escorted me to the massive casino that just opened on the strip; Ivanov’s casino. Ivanov was in his office, and he was obviously out of sorts. “My men waited at your office all night, Mr Monroe. Why?”

“A woman,” I replied, suspiciously. “What’s going on, Ivanov?”

“Someone bombed my house, Mr Monroe!” He was angry, but not at me thankfully. “Some piece of shit bombed my house! My brother is dead!”

It turns out while I was asleep a Chinese mafioso or whatever you call him bombed Ivanov’s house, killing his brother and a few lackies hanging around. Ivanov and his wife and children were also in the house, but were not near the blast. I knew this was going to happen sooner or later. And now Ivanov wants to drag me into this fart storm.

Truth be told, I’d already made some Chinese enemies when I busted up Kong Rui Bao’s hooker ring. If Kong and Ivanov were going to war, the sensible thing to do would be to call my pimp friend Ronnie and head to Cancun with a few of his bitches. But if I had to get involved, Ivanov’s side was really my only option.

Ivanov made a phone call and in walked two large men in too tight suits and angry expressions. One was blonde and looked like Ivan Drago’s older meaner brother. The other was a young Joseph Stalin. “These are my… cousins,” Igor said, “Sergi and Valeri. They flew in this morning.” As the two men sat down, I realized, with no small amount of pants-wetting terror, that I had somehow become part of Igor Ivanov’s war council.

“Gentlemen,” Ivanov began, “Perhaps my secretary can get you something to drink while we’re waiting?”

Waiting for what, I wondered as I ordered my bourbon straight up.

A few minutes later, the door opened. “Ah, the final member of our party has arrived,” Igor said with a smile. I turned in my seat and looked into a familiar pair of tits. “This is Sandra,” Igor continued, “She represents an interested party.”

I flashed Sandra a friendly smile and she averted her eyes and sat down as far away from me as possible.

"Now," began Ivanov, "we start with Kong Rui Bao, the boss. We all know the name, but has anyone ever seen his face?"

Nobody spoke up. Thinking about it now, I had also never seen his face. "This, gentlemen and lady, is because he is not here in Las Vegas. He was here once eleven years ago when the Chinese first dug their slanted claws into this horrible town. He then left, leaving his head enforcer in charge. The triad bosses in China think he's here. Lu Peng Heng thinks he's in China. He is, in fact, in New York city. I just flew in from the Big Apple, where I saw Mr. Kong arguing on the street with a hotdog vendor."

I was stunned silent by his intel, but could it be true?

"We cannot get to Kong, but we can make him come to us. Right now there are 200 Russian brothers on their way to Las Vegas. In two-day's time, we will storm the Chinese compound and kill every man, woman and child with the exception of Lu Peng Heng. He is going to be our bait. Lu and Kong will then lead us to triad headquarters in Hong Kong. You four are here because I have special missions for all of you."

It was right about then that I saw a funny looking bird flying at the window. I was about to say something clever about how stupid birds are when I realized that it was an RPG. I dived behind Sergi and Valeri just as the window exploded with a deafening boom.

To Be Continued...

Part 2 - The Offer
Part 3 - The Armenian Dick Head
Part 4 - The New Boss