The Madam Of Suburbia Chapter 17

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The Madam Of Suburbia Chapter 16

Chapter 16 – Snakes and Hammers

       I don't know how I ended up here, but I don't give two shits as I puff on a Cuban cigar in front of a massive marble fireplace. I almost melt into the maroon leather chair as I sip on the finest Scotch that feels like silk on my tongue. I run my fingers on my purple velvet robe while wondering whose mansion am I in, and why are they spoiling me with such luxurious items. I take another sip and enjoy the fire. If I'm going to die today, at least I'll die very comfortable.

      A minute later, I feel a pair of hands on my shoulders as a woman who sounds like Amber purrs, "Is my teddy bear comfortable?"

      I look up, and see woman wearing a black lacy hood that covers her entire face. However, the red dress she's wearing barely covers her massive curves. As I stare at the freckles on her chest, her body and voice reminds me of Amber so much, but confused about the concealment of her face. She keeps rubbing my shoulders as she begins nibbling my ears. I sit there trying to keep my composure as her hands slide under my robe and start rubbing my chest. I swear I'm dreaming, but right now, my mind is picturing that dress on the floor.

      "More scotch?" she asks.

      I look down at my glass and reply, "Of course."

      She takes my glass and walks away. I go back to watching the fire as I try to calm myself while puffing on my cigar. I hate Amber with every inch of my being, but right now my body is struggling against the desire to rip off her dress, and fuck her as she saunters in front of me and hands me another glass of Scotch. I avert my eyes as she purposeful bends over and rubs her hands on my knees. I begin to wonder if this is a dream because there is no fucking way I would let her get this close, much less be aroused by the mere sight of her.

      "Anything else?" she hisses.

      I look back only to see her breasts are covered in black scales. I blink real fast, and the scales are gone. I toss the glass into the fire, and push her hands away from my legs. I try to stand up, but as I stand up, a pair of massive hands grabs my shoulders pinning me to the chair. I glance back, and see Riese standing there. He smiles as a snake-like tongue flickers out of his mouth. I turn back to Amber as her legs turn into a snake's tail.

      Amber opens her mouth, but I hear Madam ask, "Think you could escape me this easily?"

      I almost shit myself as I watch her turn into a giant fucking cobra. She wraps her tail around the chair, and lifts me up so my face is inches from her snout. She opens her mouth, revealing fangs as long as my fucking arms. I shudder as her forked tail licks my cheek. As her orange eyes stare into mine, I now know the last thing a mouse sees after tangling with a rattlesnake. She licks my cheek one more time as I watch venom slowly drips from her fangs. She leans back and unfurls her hood as I accept that death is now ineviatable.

      As she's about to strike, something large and blue smashes into her head. She drops me as I land on something large and covered in blue scales. I almost scream as I see a massive, dark blue rattlesnake coiled towards the rear of the room. It hisses at the cobra as the rattling of its tail causes the windows to shake.  I realize at that instant I'm fucked as I'm in the middle of two giant ass snakes ready to tear each other apart.

      "He's mine. Back off," the rattler hisses in Blue's robotic voice.

      "Back off, Blue," replies Madam. "I found him, so he's mine."

      Blue lunges at Madam, but Riese grabs them both by the throat. I try to run away, but Blue coils me in his fucking tree of a tail. I'm forced to watch as Riese grows taller, and another pair of arms comes out of his torso, the hands are nothing but sledge hammers. Blue and Madam try to bite him, but Riese raises his hammer hands and shouts, "This ends now!"

      I wake up screaming in a strange bed as every inch of my body is drenched in sweat. As I stop screaming, I lay there for a few minutes trying to regain my composure after that fucking nightmare. I knew Madam and Blue were fucking snakes, but never thought I would dream about them like that. The part that has my heart racing is Madam's voice coming out of Amber's body. I don't know what my mind is trying to tell me, but I don't like it one fucking bit.

      I roll out of bed as someone knocks on the door. I look at the room I'm in, and see it's no bigger than my prison cell, but the light gray walls make it feel like a cell. The plus side is the twin bed I'm in is at least not like sleeping on concrete.  I light up a cigarette as my hands shake while saying,” Enter."

      Amber opens the door, and places some clothes on the nightstand. "You got thirty minutes to get ready."

      "Where the fuck am I?" I ask since the last thing I recalled was being in that prison.

      "Atlanta. We've got a lead on Spreadsheets, and we're going after him," she explains. She pauses and asks, "Everything okay? I heard you screaming."

      "I'm fine," I lie even though my hands still shake to the point the cherry of my cig almost falls onto the carpet. "Bad dream that's all."

      "Well, if you need someone to talk too, I’m here," she says.

      "I'm good. I'll be out in thirty," I reply as I keep imaging Madam's voice to come out of her mouth. I begin to wonder if the dream is trying to tell me something.

      "Okay."

      She disappears, and I spend a few more minutes puffing away as my nerves finally calm down. The ending of the dream is really fucking with my mind. Riese is nothing more than a loyal solider in Madam's army, but in my fucking nightmare, he took down both Blue and Madam. I'll have to figure this shit out later as I get up, and throw on the clothes Amber provided. Right now, I need to clear my head as I'm about to join Amber's goons in the field it seems.

      As I exit my room, I find Amber at the front door of what appears to be a very small house. The living room and kitchen are no bigger than my apartment in Curva.

      "Ready to do this?"

      "Let's go," I say as we exit the house and get into a blue sedan. As we drive away from the house, I hope that the dream was nothing more than that.

The Madam Of Suburbia Chapter 15

Chapter 15 – Opening a Hornet’s Nest

I never thought agreeing to help Amber would lead to a week of fucking nonstop interrogations. From sunrise to sunset, I'm cuffed to a steel table as random assholes keep asking the same shit over and over. As I sat there answering their bullshit questions over and over, I began to appreciate the beauty of Madam's communication system. If we didn't need to know, we weren't told shit. The only things I was ever made privy to was my next mission. Even then, it was simply a text of where and when to meet, and I went from there. Of course, the jackass in suits are beyond frustrated about how things work within Madam's cartel.

As I sit there for the eight day being drilled, all I can do is smile as they repeat the same questions as I stare at the barren concrete walls. Their main focus is on Blue, but due to their methods I can't honestly give them any useless information other than my theory Blue is a fucking cop. When a person walks around completely covered in black as well as hides their voice, it's hard to give any details. Blue is an enigma coated in psychopathic tendencies while topped with fucking homicidal rage. That's the way I keep describing the bastard, but that isn't good enough for these fucking jerkoffs.

After an hour of getting nowhere, the interrogator picks up his chair and bashes it against the floor as they curse every deity under the sun. He stops and asks me, "Something fucking funny, Ronnie?"

I stop smiling and reply, "Nope."

"How can you deal with one person, and only know at most their fucking height?"

"As I said for the thousand fucking time, Blue wears black literally from head to toe, and they spoke through a voice changer," I reply. "Their entire system is designed to keep you in the dark unless you need to fucking know. "

I glance up and see Amber entering the room while stating, "Let's take a break, boys."

"I want to break..." the agent replies while cracking his knuckles.

"Out!" Amber orders the agent. As he leaves, she pulls out of a pack of smokes and some matches.  "I figured you could use one."

I snatch out a cigarette, and light one up. I take a long drag before asking, "Why am I being asked the same shit about Blue over and over when you know as much as I fucking do?"

"I was hoping you knew something I didn't," she replies. "Also, I decided there's a better way to start taking down Madam anyway."

"What's your plan besides interrogate me to fucking death?" I retort. I know we're supposed to work together, but it's going take a long time to trust this bitch ever again. It's not the fact she's a federal agent, but she ripped out my heart. I was nothing more than a stiff dick as she did her damn job.

"You know something. Let's get this out of the way. If you knew I was a federal agent, what would you have done? Put in the swamp?"

"Yes. Sorry, but in my old line of work, the only good cop is a dead cop," I reply.

"Well, in my line of work, the only good criminal are the ones that end up in the morgue," she snaps back.

"I love it when you talk dirty," I smirk.

She quickly changes the subject by asking, "You said you think Blue is a cop?"

"Only logical explanation how he can walk out of a police station untouched after the bastards in blue kicked the shit out of me," I explain as I recall my lovely chat with them that night. They left me bleeding on the cell floor, and Blue walked out like he owned the place.

"We've been looking into every employee at The Bend County Sheriff's Office. If there's anyone on Madam's payroll, it's hidden very well."

"Even Sheriff Voustine?" I inquire as I remember the conversation I overheard before she ripped out my heart.

"Clean as well," she sighs.

"So, what's the plan then?"

"Did you ever deal with a guy named Spreadsheets?" she asks.

"No. Who is he?"

"He handles the one thing that matters."

"Money?"

"Bingo. No money means no power."

"You do realize doing this will open up a hornet's nest," I reply as the image of the voodoo doll pops into my head.

"Yeah, but if we can follow the money trail, we can find out who's on her payroll."

"So, when do we start?"

"Soon, but until then, get some rest," she replies as she stands up. As she opens the door, and looks back while stating, "Thank you for letting this end on a good note."

Before I can reply, she slams the door shut. I sit there in complete silence as I light up another cigarette. The tension between Amber and I is fucking thick you can cut it with a knife. In my heart I still have feelings for her, but they're behind a wall of mistrust. I guess I should be thankful they haven't put me into the chair, but are willing to let me help them take down Madam. As long as she's alive, I still have a reason for them to keep me alive. Once it's over, I'll accept my fate. However, until then, I will have to put aside the bullshit between Amber and I if we want this to succeed.

A few minutes later, Amber walks back in. "I forgot to tell you something," she says as she walks over to me.

"What's that?"

She stands next to me as I feel a needle being jabbed into my neck. The last thing I remember before passing out is her saying, "Training starts now."

The Madam Of Suburbia Chapter 14

Chapter 14 – Burrowed Time

I stare at the barren, concrete wall as I accept the fact my live is fucking over. I let a backstabbing bitch into my life, and she fucked me over good. I should have never let myself open up to anyone like I vowed while in the swamp, but I was thinking with the wrong fucking head. So, if I don't die here I'm a dead man once I step foot back into Curva. I sit here inside this prison cell on borrowed time as Death waits patiently in the shadows. I pray that it's a fucking bullet to the head versus the sick, twisted games Madam enjoys playing with her victims.

As I'm thinking about how my life is over, the cell door opens. I watch as three guards enter the room, one of them keeping a shotgun pointed at me.

"Face down on the floor with your arms stretched out, " one orders.

I lay down as they asked as they almost yank my arms out of my fucking shoulders as they slap the cuffs on my wrist. They strap down my ankles as well before lifting me off the floor, and tossing a hood over my head. A few minutes later, I feel myself slammed down onto a hard chair as I hear another set of cuffs being locked. I try to move, but they have bound me to the chair.

"Clear, ma'am," the one yells back.

I sit there wondering what the fuck is going on as hear the click of high heels on the concrete floor. A chair is pulled out, and something is slammed onto the table. A minute later, my hood is removed and I stare at the one person across the steel table that I wish would fucking die.

"Hello, Ronnie," says Amber as she fiddles with the large manila file in front of her.

"Fuck you too, and I'm not Ronnie," I spat back as I feel the anger rising inside of me. I rather be sitting across Madam at this point. At least Madam didn't fucking rip my heart out, and stomp on it. Madam has the backbone to kill me instead of making me an empty fucking shell. Also, I wonder how she knows my real name and not the bogus name I was giving when I landed in Curva.

"Ronald Sharpton is your name," Amber explains as she opens the file.  "Also known as Brian Walker."

"My name doesn't matter anymore since I'm already a dead man thanks to you, you fucking bitch," I reply.

"That's no way to talk to a lady, Ronnie," she says. "Also, if I wanted you dead, I would have put you in the swamp next to your buddy Gus."

"Then do it since you already removed my fucking heart," I reply back.

Amber turns to the guards and says, "Leave us for a few."

"Yes, ma'am," they say as they leave the room, and close the door behind him.

She turns back to me and explains, "I know you feel betrayed, but wouldn't you have done the same if your father was the target?"

"If I have known you were a fucking bitch, I would have shot you both," I retort. At this point, I rather be Madam's latest voodoo doll than deal with this shit.

"It's like this, Ronnie. You can either rot in a cell for the rest of your life, or you can help me achieve your goal."

"You know fucking well that if I talk, I'm dead. If I go back to Curva, I'm dead," I reply. "You know what I really wish was going through my fucking mind right now."

"What's that?"

"A bullet. It would be way less fucking painful than talking to you.":

"See, here's where I come in. If you help us take down Blue and Madam, you have a shot of living a full life until you die an old, fucking bitter man."

"What the fuck was I to you anyway? A stiff dick to cure your horniness?"

"Let's cut to the fucking point then. You would have been so much more, but when you were tasked to kill my father, I had to make a choice."

"Yeah, your father is a senator. Any other lies you want to share?"

She pulls out her phone, and dials a number. As the other end answers, she puts it on speaker phone so I can hear, "Senator Townston's office. How may I direct your call?"

Amber simply asks, "Is my dad available?"

"Sorry, Director Townston, but your father is in a meeting. Should I have him call you when he has a moment?"

"No, that's fine. I'll try him later," she replies before ending the call.

"So, you're a rich bitch that always wanted to fuck a bad boy to piss off your father?"

She closes the folder and states, "It's like this. You can either rot in a cell forever, or you can agree to help us take down Madam."

"Again, let's say we end this bullshit, and go ahead and kill me. I'm a fucking dead man."

"If you're worried about Blue, that can be fixed," she replies while smirking. "Also, we already have a cover story in place where Blue will never know what really happened."

"Whatever."

She pulls a newspaper out of my file, and tosses at me. I glance down and see the title says "Senator barely escapes as gang wars erupts". I read a little more about how ten were killed, and twenty were injured as the event was quickly filled with automatic fire as violence erupted inside the mansion. I see my alias is listed amongst the dead. I smile since it's fitting as overall, I am fucking dead.

"I'll give you a day to think about, “she states as she closes the file, and heads towards the door. She taps on it once before adding, "You can enjoy breakfast here before they take you back to the cell. Also, if anything, do this for Donnie."

"Don't you ever fucking utter his name ever again!" I shout as the guards open the door, and she walks out of the cell. "You have no right to mention his name, you heartless bitch!"

One of the guards walks over, and punches me in the gut while stating, "You don't talk to our director like that."

The other guard walks in with a tray of pancakes and tosses them onto the floor at my feet. "If he wants to treat her like a dog, let's have him eat like a dog," he laughs as he undoes the cuffs pinning me to the table. "Now, eat you filthy mutt!"

I eat the pancakes mostly because the muzzle of a shotgun never leaves my line of sight. With each bite, my anger keeps rising to the point I want to go off like a nuclear bomb. Not only am I asked to betray the cartel, but I'm being asked to work for the woman who betrayed me. Now, her goons are trying to embarrass me by making me pick up my breakfast off the floor. Either way, my heart will be ripped out by a woman. It's now a question if I want a slow and agonizing death, or a quick but still agonizing death. However, if I do work with Amber, I can avenge Donnie's senseless death. I'm damn if I do, and damned if I don't.

Once I finish cleaning the floor, they drag me back to my cell, and toss me onto the bed before roughing me up for the next ten minutes. Once alone, I spend the rest of the day trying to figure out which way I truly want to fucking die. They both got my fucking nuts in a sling, and I don't know which way I want to be murdered. As it approaches midnight, the guards begin turning out the lights. I come to the painful conclusion if I help Amber, I might have a chance to end Blue's life with my hands. I fall asleep thinking that I’ll accept her offer for the sole reason to get revenge for Donnie. Death will have to wait until my burrowed time runs the fuck out.