Chapter 84
Once he was done setting up, Massimo told all the foot soldiers besides me to wait outside the warehouse. Then he came into the office to collect our phones.
“Why do you need these?” Niccolo asked as he handed his over.
“You’ll see,” Massimo replied.
“Why’d you send the foot soldiers out?” Adriano demanded.
“Because that’s what Mei-ling told me to do.”
“But – ”
“I asked if she was sure,” Massimo said, “and she told me she was, in no uncertain terms.”
Adriano scowled. “Dude – ”
“Just give her a chance, alright?”
“Fine,” Adriano grumbled.
Roberto, Adriano, and I watched as Massimo went back outside to finish the setup. Niccolo followed him.
There was a circle of lights – the ones we’d bought in the sex shop – illuminating a patch in the center of the concrete floor. The poles were extended as high as they could go, so the lights were shining down from overhead.
Placed between the lights were five camera tripods, spaced at regular intervals. Massimo went to each one and began clipping our phones into special holders.
“Ohhhh,” Roberto realized. “She’s going to film it.”
Adriano nodded approvingly. “Good. We’ll make a fuckin’ snuff film to send the Camorra as a warning.”
There was also a small table at the edge of the circle of lights. Currently, there was nothing on it.
The lights and tripods were all centered on one thing in the center of the circle:
The wooden structure we’d bought in the sex shop.
It looked like a pommel horse – one of those things male gymnasts spin around on, their legs flying through the air.
But in this case, the Camorra thug was bent over the pommel horse, his ass in the air. His legs and arms were spread, with his wrists and ankles handcuffed to special metal rings welded to the pommel horse’s base.
It had taken Massimo a great deal of effort to get the gorilla into position. The thug had fought him so hard that Massimo had eventually just punched the fucker until he was stunned. While he was dazed, Massimo unlocked his cuffs, threw him over the pommel horse, and then relocked everything.
Now the asshole was back to screaming vile obscenities.
Once he was finished, Massimo came back into the office and joined me, Adriano, and Roberto.
Niccolo stood on the periphery of the scene, just beyond the light stands.
The Camorra thug kept taunting him, but Niccolo stayed silent.
And then…
Mei-ling walked out of the shadows.
Her hair was up in a bun. Her makeup was flawless.
She carried one of the black bags from the sex shop at her side, dangling from one hand.
She wore a long black trench coat, black leather boots with stiletto heels, and black gloves.
Vaguely threatening…
But very sexy, too.
“What the fuck?” Massimo muttered.
“I’ll bet she’s wearing the trench coat so she doesn’t get blood all over her,” Adriano said confidently.
I wasn’t so sure.
After all, I’d seen everything she’d bought.
As soon as she appeared, the Camorra thug started laughing uncontrollably.
Not exactly the reaction we were hoping for.
“Hahahahaha! What the fuck is this?! You idiots can’t get me to talk, so you send a girl instead? What a bunch of fuckin’ pussies!”
Mei-ling didn’t say anything. She just looked straight into the Camorra thug’s eyes in silence.
“Speakin’ of pussy – let me out of here and I’ll bend you over and show you what a real man fucks like! You won’t walk straight for a week!”
If Mei-ling understood his Neapolitan accent and the gutter slang he used, she didn’t react.
Somebody else did, though.
I glanced at Roberto out of the side of my eye.
I could see muscles standing out in his cheeks like he was clenching his jaw –
But he didn’t do anything else.
Keeping her eyes locked on the gorilla, Mei-ling walked over to the table and set down the sex shop bag. Then she walked over in front of the thug… stared him down… and began unbuttoning her trench coat. Slowly.
“Hahaha – you better be naked under there, bitch! Let’s get right to it! I’m gonna wreck that little chink pussy of yours!”
She never looked away from him. Nor did she say a thing.
She just finished unbuttoning the trench coat…
And then shrugged it off her shoulders.
It fell to the floor –
Revealing a black leather corset, tiny black panties, black opera gloves that came up to her elbows, and thigh-high leather boots.
Everything but the panties were items she’d bought from the sex shop.
She looked extremely hot.
“Whoa,” Massimo murmured, the height of understatement.
If Adriano’d had water in his mouth, he would’ve done a spit take. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”
Over on the sidelines, Niccolo’s eyes bugged out of his head.
Roberto shifted uncomfortably but didn’t say anything.
The Camorra thug was shocked into silence –
And then burst out laughing again.
“All RIIIIIGHT! Fuck yeah! You been a bad little girl? You need me to spank you? I’ll spank you all you want, bitch, right before I fuck you in the ass!”
Mei-ling just stared into his eyes as she reached up behind her head…
Unfastened whatever was holding her bun in place…
And then shook out her hair.
It fell in dark waves across her shoulders.
Holy SHIT.
She was absolutely gorgeous.
“FUCK YEAH!” the Camorra thug howled. “Goddamn, baby – tell you what, I’ll let you blow me first before I fuck you in the ass!”
Enraged, Adriano looked over at Roberto. “What the fuck is GOING ON?!”
“I don’t know,” Roberto said, his teeth clenched together.
“I’m going to stop this right now.” Adriano turned towards the door –
But Roberto’s hand shot out and clamped down on his brother’s shoulder. “No.”
“What the fuck do you mean, ‘no’?” Adriano snarled, trying to shake off Roberto’s hand and failing. “She’s putting on a goddamn peep show – ”
“Trust her,” Roberto said in a dangerous voice, his eyes full of fire. “I do.”
Adriano grumbled as he forcibly removed Roberto’s hand. “Two minutes. If she doesn’t start cutting him in the next two minutes, I’m going out there.”
“Five minutes,” Roberto said coldly.
“Jesus – fine, FIVE. But I’m putting a stop to this if she gets naked.”
“She won’t,” Roberto said confidently as he turned back to the window.
The Camorra thug was still laughing and hurling all sorts of vile insults…
But Mei-ling just calmly walked around to all of the cell phones, one by one, and touched the screen on each. We saw from the closest one to us that it was recording a video: a side view of the thug bent over the pommel horse.
“What, you gonna film me fucking you so you can remember it?” the thug laughed. “Trust me, puttana, you’ll remember it for the rest of your fuckin’ life! Your pussy and your asshole ain’t ever gonna be the same!”
When she was done, Mei-ling went over and stood in front of the Camorra asshole.
As she looked down at him, she reached into her cleavage –
And pulled out the straight razor.
She slowly unfolded the blade so it glinted wickedly in the light.
That gave the gorilla pause.
“Okay,” Adriano said approvingly. “Okay.”
But a second later, the gorilla grinned. “What, you gonna cut me, bitch? Fuck you. Cut me. Go ahead, CUT me, you stupid cunt.”
Mei-ling strolled around him, slowly, her heels click… click… clicking on the concrete floor.
“When I get outta here, I’m gonna rip those stupid little rags off you and fuck you till you scream – ”
Mei-ling stood right next to the thug, blocking our view.
Suddenly, her arm slashed down –
And there was the sound of tearing fabric.
rrrrrriiiiIIIIIP
For the first time, the thug showed actual fear.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” he yelled as he jerked back away from her, his chains rattling.
Mei-ling stepped behind him –
And we finally saw what she was doing:
She was cutting off the thug’s pants by slitting the cloth.
rrrrrriiiiIIIIIP
The gorilla, knowing that he’d blown his I don’t give a fuck facade, went back to pure aggression.
“FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU, YOU SLANT-EYED BITCH – FUCK YOU!”
Mei-ling didn’t pay any attention.
She just went about shredding his pants.
rrrrrriiiiIIIIIP
When she was done, the final thing she did was saw at the thug’s belt with the razor blade until she’d cut it in two.
After that, all it took was a gentle tug –
And the Camorra soldier’s pants fell in a pile of tatters around his feet.
I finally understood. Because his legs were splayed out to each side, there was no other way to get his pants off without unlocking him.
But now he stood there in his underwear – a pair of tighty-whities – with his pants in shreds around his feet.
The underwear didn’t stay on long.
Mei-ling pulled it away from his body –
And used the razor blade to slice right through one side…
Then the other.
Then she pulled it away and flung it to the floor.
Now the guy was hunched over, buck naked from the waist down, hairy ass sticking out in the air.
“…oh shit,” Adriano said quietly, stunned.
The gorilla forced some fake bravado into his voice, but we could tell he was nervous.
“What the fuck’re you gonna do – cut my dick off? Cut my balls off? Do me a favor and SUCK ON ‘EM, YOU FUCKING BITCH.”
Mei-ling just walked slowly around him…
…click… click… click…
Until she reached the table with the sex shop bag on it.
She went back to staring at the Camorra thug –
And raised one hand and crooked a finger.
Niccolo realized that was his cue, and he walked out into the light.
“Do you know what I’m going to do now?” she said in her beautiful British accent.
Niccolo translated. “Sai cosa farò adesso?”
The thug laughed and shot back in Italian, “Cosa? Succhiarmi il cazzo?”
Niccolo started to translate into English. “What, suck my – ”
Without looking at Niccolo, Mei-ling gave a flick of her wrist, her gloved hand held up like Stop.
Niccolo shut up.
Mei-ling stared at the Camorra thug. “If you don’t tell us the answers to the questions this man asks…”
Niccolo translated into Italian.
Mei-ling continued, “Then I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”
“Whaaaaat?” Massimo murmured.
“…oh shit,” Adriano whispered.