Halo
I looked in the thermal camera and counted twenty-six people inside the massage parlor. It was pitch-black outside with dim lights coming from the sides of the building we were surveilling. There were no security cameras inside and that shocked us.
This place was exclusive VVIP type of parlor. You had to make a certain amount a year and have a highly recommendation from a member to even get in. It was on the upper east side in New York city. This job was one that Keanu hired us to do.
The owner of the parlor’s name was Dmitry Ivanov. They are in business together and apparently Dmitry has been doing some business on the side that he thought Keanu did not know about. This wasn’t a job where we had to study the target or plant ourselves in their lives.
Keanu wanted this to go down straight massacre.
All we had to do was gather information about every part of Dmitry’s life.
That was always Greek’s favorite part about our jobs.
He liked it when we had to learn everything, down from birth to a traffic ticket.
We could get all the dirty secrets of any person on the planet.
Dmitry’s parlor had certain activity going on that was more than getting rubbed down. The clients were majority Russian and Italian men, and the workers were all Korean. Not only that but they were all licensed to carry. That’s not normal just to give massages.
A little more digging we learned Dmitry paid for everything for his staff including getting them over to our country. He was like a pimp only his hoes were taught to shoot. All that did was make our job more fun.
Me and my brothers lived for jobs that were not so easily done. It kept us on our toes. We had to move as fast as The Flash once we got inside and made the first move. We did not need to be cornered or in a shootout. The Stone brothers’ name was in high demand in the underground crime world.
Even if some did not know us, eventually our tale would reach someone’s ears. For that, we could not just walk in the parlor even if we had fake identities. Our plan to enter it unknown was the old fashion way…breaking in.
“The people in the open need to be handled first. It needs to be done quietly and quickly. It’s five on the floor when we first walk in. Let’s move.” Greek gave the okay after he reminded us of what to do.
Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew!
The three of us were on it once we got inside and killed the first five before they could run or make a sound.
The place was dark with dim lamps on the wall and a lot of satin curtains everywhere.
Now it was no turning back because we did not need anyone coming out to see the bodies and alert others.
Thank God the business was just two floors with no basement.
We had to separate and handle everyone else.
I walked down the hallway, this time my gun was in the back of my hip, and I was holding a knife.
I paid a lot of money for this knife, and I liked to switch it up and use it sometimes.
It cuts the skin as easy as a run goes up a woman’s stocking.
I stopped moving when someone came from behind a curtain and closed the door. It was a woman and I could see the gun on her hip. As soon as she turned her back on me, I put my hand over her mouth and slit her throat.
I made sure to hold her up as I opened the door of the room she just left. When we got inside, I dropped her body on the floor. I could hear what sounded like someone getting dressed. I took my gun out and pointed it behind the curtain.
“Did you forget---
Phew!
I shot him between the eyes, and he dropped to the floor.
Then I checked where he was to make sure no one else was in this room.
It was all clear, so I left the room and continued down the long hall.
I killed three more people, Greek texted that he killed six and Golden got five.
Then each of us killed one more and we had yet to find Dmitry.
I met back up with my brothers, Golden’s hands were covered in blood, and he had a smile on his face.
“Swear sometimes this job is better than sex.” He confessed comically.
I had to take my thermal camera back out so I could see what the hell we were missing.
“Behind the front desk, there is a door.” I pointed and told them when I looked at the camera and saw two body heat figures appear.
Greek went first, he moved the curtain and there was a door with a lock pad on it. This was another area I was good at. I took my tool kit out and started working on getting us in. It took about four minutes and the door opened.
“Didn’t need to see this shit.” Golden said when we turned the corner.
There was Dmitry lying on the massage bed with a Korean lady giving him some head. Dmitry was fat, hair as fuck and seeing him naked made me want to burn my eyes. The woman jumped up when Golden spoke and she tried to reach for her gun, but Golden’s bullet beat her.
“Okay, hold up. Let’s talk business.” Dmitry kicked the now dead woman out of his way so he could sit up. He did not even care that he was naked. “Obviously you boys--- Ah!” He shouted when Greek shot him in the knee.
“Watch that shit you fat fuck. Not one boy is in front of you.” That was one of my brother’s pet peeves.
“Get him on the phone.” He told Golden without taking his gun or eyes off Dmitry.
Golden made a video call and as soon as Dmitry saw the face his eyes opened wide.
Keanu spoke in Russian and he was laughing. “You never thought I’d do this to you, did you?” You just thought I’d keep tap dancin’ for you while you cheated me. I just wanted you to know that I won. Me, the one person you always overestimated. Enjoy hell.” Keanu started laughing.
That made Dmitry lose it. “FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU! YOU BUNCH OF NIGGERS!” He spat on the ground and started shouting in Russian.
The three of us laughed, me and Golden took our guns out and we lit his big back ass up with bullets.
**
“How are things with you and Story?” Greek wanted to know.
We got back from New York yesterday morning. This evening, he and I were at Golden’s place and of course Greek was cooking.
He took his signature meatloaf out of the oven and my stomach rumbled just looking at it.
The brown gravy he poured over it should be on the shelves in all the grocery stores.
He made that from scratch, and it had peppers and onions in it.
Going with the meatloaf he made cabbage, sweet peas and macaroni and cheese.
The strawberry cinnamon rolls he made were on the stove cooling off.
“It’s smooth.” I answered him then threw my empty bottle of water in the garbage.
“Should I ask again to get the truth out of you, or should I pretend to believe you?” Greek debated.
“You act like dad bro and it’s irking me.” The wrinkles in my forehead formed.
I was about to answer but Golden walked in the kitchen from the bathroom. Me and Greek canned the conversation.
Golden looked at both of us and I knew he was about to be on one.
“Hell is goin’ on wit’ y’all two. Every time I come around the talking stops, and it gets quiet. It’s been going on for a minute now and I wanna know what tha deal is.” He was getting offended and nobody needed that.
“Relax bro it ain’t nothing like that. I just prefer to talk to Greek about certain things in my life. Things that you wouldn’t understand.” I answered.
Golden smacked his lips. “You tal’embout you and Story. It ain’t like I got beef with her.”
“You may not but we all know how you feel about relationships and commitment.” Greek said what I was thinking.
“Yeah, but y’all my brothers, just because I don’t mess with something doesn’t mean I can’t hear about it if it’s pertaining to y’all.”
I was taken back a bit by him saying that, so I decided to share with him.
“Greek asked how me and Story were doing and I was about to tell him that we are good. But I told her something and she didn’t take it the way I thought she would.”
“You told her you want a threesome or something and she flipped? Story doesn’t even seem like the type to---
“Brother, shut the hell up. You way off, I ain’t ask her shit about no damn threesome. I’d never share my fucking girl, not even with another one.” I cut him off quickly.
“You told her you love her and she didn’t say it back?” Greek asked me.
I nodded my head.
“How you love a bitch you met a month and a half ago?”
I got up so fast the stool under me hit the floor. “refer to Story as a bitch again and I swear to God we’ll have a problem.”
Greek stepped between us. Golden held his hands up with a houmous expression.
“My bad brother, be easy---
“Naw, you need to be easy and remain respectful. This is why I don’t like talking about this with you around. Just because you live your life with a different woman day by day don’t mean it’s wrong if I decide not to.”
“You right, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have disrespected her like that and I apologize.”
“You both need to cool the hell down because if you fight in this kitchen and knock over any of this food I’m shooting you both in the foot. Sit down.” Greek pulled out his big brother card. “Gone and continue Halo.
“You were right, I told her I love her last month, and she didn’t say it back. Still hasn’t and I am not trying to rush her, but I feel a way about her not saying it. I’m in my head and I feel like a sucka.” I finally admitted.
Story was my girl, that was my boo and she broke through something I did not think anybody would ever break. I knew I wasn’t gay, never would be that but I did not think I even liked women.
At least not the was a heterosexual man should. I felt like I was diseased, tainted, shameful and perverted to ever be with a woman.
But like my mama used to say, God has his own plans. Here I was in a relationship that I had a top priority in my life.
“Can I say something without the risk of getting beat up or shot in the foot?” Golden asked me. He was serious with no humor in his tone.
I granted him his request.