| ~Bronson's Law~ 5 (Adult content - Fiction)
I punch asshole a couple of times, after pulling him away from Monique. I am pissed, thinking of his wife and daughter. "You asshole, screwing my wife, I ought to shoot your ass, (putting my 9MM barrel in his mouth)". He is really shaken. Dick and Chris hold his arms. I put my gun right up to his forehead now. "You know who I am asshole?", I ask him. "No sir, no sir", he responds. "I run the west coast mafia, I am the head of the family here". He is visibly shaking now, his hands are trembling. "I can't decide where to kill you, here, or out in the desert?" "Please, please, don't kill me. I have three children and they need me!" Monique dresses herself, walks over, and addresses him. "Your married!?" "Yes, I am" he says. She pulls him up, bounces him around the room a little while we watch. She is such an ass kicker, and she wanted to get this guy since she heard of him.
Eventually she tires of kicking his ass, and leaves him be. I walk over to him. "How you treat your wife and kids asshole?" I ask. He hesitates, "Pretty good", he claims. "Pretty good? What the hell is that? You ever hit them asshole?" "Yes sir", he replies. "You son-of-a-bitch!", I yell at him. I punch him again. He is starting to look like a pounded hamburger paddy now. Blood all over his face running down to his waist, covering his exposed genitals. I have Dick and Chris pick him back up, get him dressed, and take him out the back exit to the SUV. We're going for a ride out to the desert. As we head to the desert he is begging for his life. We remain very quiet, not a word spoken. Like we are committed and determined we are going to kill him, no question. Far out of town we turn off the road and head miles inland to where it is completely deserted.
Getting him out of the car, we put him on his knees, hands tied behind him, execution style. I pull my 9MM, walk up to him, and put it to his forehead. He starts screaming "Please, please, please don't kill me, please! My children, think of my children, please!" "You asshole, you don't deserve to have a wife and children! Son-of-a-bitch!" I turn, frustrated, walk away a few feet. "What you think guys, should we spare this asshole?" We walk a few feet out of hearing for him, let him sweat about the result of our discussion. We already know what we are going to do. I walk back over to him. "Tell you what asshole. I love kids, and your lucky as hell today. We're leaving you out here. You get your ass back to your wife and kids. Make damn sure you take good care of them. You don't, and you die! I've got your name and address, and I will check on you. If you try to leave the country, you will also die, get it?!" "Yes sir, yes sir, bless you sir", he exclaims. "The family has connections all around the world. If we want you, there is no where you can hide. We will get your ass, no matter where you go".
We leave him there, barefoot and only in his shorts, and head back to pick up Monique. That was very enjoyable, and we all felt good about it. We break out the booze in the SUV and have a few drinks to celebrate on the way back. When we arrive Monique is ready to go, and we head over to Toni's bar to continue the celebration. When there, I call asshole's wife. Tell her what happened, and tell her it will be a while before he gets back, he is about twelve miles out in the desert on foot. She needs to act totally surprised at him when he gets back. She is happy, and relieved. I tell her if he ever acts up again to make sure to get in touch with me. She agrees, I wish her well, and hang up. Returning to my booth, Monique is smiling at me, she is so sexy. Man, she is really getting to me, so damn beautiful. She walks over and asks me to dance, she has played "Every Breath You Take" by Sting on the jukebox. As we dance a while, I think of her. She is so beautiful, intelligent, and strong willed. Tough, but soft to the touch. Sexy, but respectable at the same time. Such an extraordinary woman. A woman with a strong heart. Fears no man, and every man longs to know her. So few woman are like her, and I'm fortunate she came in the bar that day. We decide to leave, as she wants me to take her back to her place. I don't feel about her like I have other women. She is special, so very special.
To be continued... ?
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