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The Kim Li Diaries: Chapter Seventeen (fiction)
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Fri Dec 01 2000 at 4:40:06
Deck had
puke
d in several places in his life, but he couldn't remember every lying in it for so long before. "This fucking stinks," he thought and said, at the same time, with little
rancid
bubbles
coming out of the side of his mouth. The words echoed in the trunk of that limo and in his bulging forehead for what seemed like
eternity
.
He'd just about
passed out
from the smell when the car made a quick
180
into what sounded like a
gravel road
. When the brakes came on and he was tossed into the
spare tire
, he heard the voices up front saying, "Yeah, this is it."
Deck barely had the presence of mind to
stow
the CD in the limo's other wheel well. He could only hope the smell of partially recycled
JTS Brown
in the trunk would keep the
dago
s from looking there.
Two large
Italian
greaser
s opened up the trunk and hauled him out, hitting his head on the
bumper
. He bit the ankle of the lesser of two evils. It didn't even register in the
goomba
brain of his target. They hauled him into an old warehouse and strapped him into a chair with several rounds of
duct tape
and
barbed wire
.
When the lights came on, he looked up to see a guy that looked like a weird version of
Boomer Esiason
breathing right in his face with the smell of
garlic
and
death
. "You 'da one what's got 'da CD with the boss's stuff on it, ain't 'ya?"
Deck raised his blistered head and murmured, "All I've got is a video of
your momma
and the
mule
, asswipe."
The
goon
just laughed at him and said, "Listen to me, you
dick lick
. You're walkin' outta here on stumps or you're not walkin' out at all. You ain't got no cards t' play. Now,
my boss
is in Federal Court right now, gettin'
sent up
for what they know. What they
don't
know is what
you
know. Now gimme that CD or tell me where it is, or you ain't gonna be smokin' notin' but the fire in hell, mothafucker."
Deck was crazy, but he wasn't
stupid
. He understood now that the game was at an end. His patron, Kim Li, had been caught doing the least of what was on that CD. If the Feds got their hands on the real
dirt
, he'd be frying like a convict in
Dubya-land
.
"Listen, ol' sport," he said, "that CD is safe with me. It's in the hands of my trusty assistant, a guy by the name of Sneaky Petey Wilson.
Ring a bell
?"
Murmurs went thru the gang of thugs. They knew Sneaky Pete alright. In fact, Petey had been the one who'd
deflower
ed the
virgin
sister of the goomba that was about to
kneecap
Deck. And he'd done it while the goomba was looking right at the two of them together. He didn't see a thing, except the trickle of blood and Petey's sly grin. Damnedest thing he'd ever seen. So he was all ears while Deck spent the rest of his breath with this:
"I'll make damn sure that Petey keeps that to himself.
IF
you give me a plane ticket to the
Bahamas
and whatever I need to be comfortable there. I'm talking about money, you dumbass. Get that quizzical look off your face.
Guitas
?
Samolians
?
What kind of fuckin' language does
cash
make sense to you in?"
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The Kim Li Diaries: Chapter Eighteen
The Kim Li Diaries: Chapter Sixteen
The Kim Li Diaries
Boomer Esiason
Dago
The Kim Li Diaries: Chapter Ten
passionate kiss
goomba
Whisky