Excerpt- “The Evil Within”
Mason got in his expensive car and headed for downtown. He would have to cruise around to pick just the right victim. Whores usually hung out in pairs but sometimes you could catch one on her own. He enjoyed driving and he had the Hotel California CD playing loud, it kept him calm.
He finally spotted a nasty slut with long blonde straight hair, brown eyes; brown skin…dressed in a short red mini skirt, sequined tank top and six inch heels. The hate rose up in him like bile in his throat. She appeared to be alone and there werevery few cars or people on the streets. This was it. He was intoxicated with the thrill of the hunt.
Mason carefully looked around for witnesses, there were none. She was standing on the corner in front of a drug store. He crept up to a halt, rolled down the power window and he had her attention.
She smiled prettily and came closer to his car. He asked how much, she told him $100, so he waved her in. Upon closer inspection, he noticed she was Hispanic, about 5’7″ tall and had a 36-26-36 figure. She was gorgeous. She was lean limbed, had petite hands, no nylons, high heels and wore a St. Christopher medal on a silver chain.
“Hello, I’m Tiffany,” she said in a breathy voice, “this is some nice car you have.” She smacked her gum and went on, “Aren’t you the man that got Melinda off the streets?”
“Yes I am but you can never get enough pussy.”
She had a throaty laugh, “That’s funny. Did you know Ice was looking for you?”
“Ice?” like he didn’t know.
“Yah, he’s pretty pissed off that you took Melinda. He either wants her back or he wants paid.”
Now it was Mason’s turn to laugh.
“Oh yah, and where do I find this Ice person?”
“He’s standing right over there by the drugstore entrance.”
Mason sensed trouble but other men no longer intimidated him, after being in prison.
“Well, let’s get this over with,” he said to Tiffany, “I sure as hell aint hiding from him.”
They climbed out of the car, approached a black man, 5’10”-185, and built like a bull. He had short faded hair, spiked on top, a goatee, protruding eyes and a thin lipped scowl. He looked sleazy yet threatening; had a lot of gold, diamonds, chains and tattoos. Mason knew the type; he dealt with one or two of them when he was locked up.
As they got closer Mason saw that this ‘Ice’ had huge hands, a thick neck and appeared to be powerful. Hudson was no whimp but he had second thoughts. It was too late; Ice stepped out from his hiding spot and thundered over to Mason.
“Hey little man,” spit out Ice.
“I’ll show you your fucking ‘little man’,” countered Mason.
“We’ve got some business to do,” bullied Ice.
“And just what might that be?” asked Mason sarcastically, “seems to me you lost out and I’ve already won.”
Ice stepped right into Mason’s face and bellowed, “You don’t just saunter in to my territory and steal one of my stable. I fucking want the used up bitch back or some cold hard cash in her place.”
“And what makes you think you’ll get either ‘Ice’?” Mason said it like it left a bad taste in his mouth.
“Because I’ll smash your fucking head in if you don’t!”
“You fucking threatening me? The last guy that did that ended up in the infirmary.” Mason wanted to let this pimp know that he was an ex-con and his threats were not going to faze him.
“You have that slut Melinda, what are you doing with Tiffany here?” he changed the subject and his tough guy attitude.
“It’s none of your God damned business ‘Ice’.”
“My ladies are my business. Just keep that filthy slut; she was no good to me anyway.”
“So we have an understanding,” Mason said flatly.
“The only thing I understand is if you mess with anymore of my whores, I WILL smash your fucking head in, you bastard!”
” Come on Tiffany…I’m done here,” said Mason.
They headed back to the Maserati and got in. “Wow! I’ve never seen no one back down Ice, I’m super impressed! I can’t wait to tell everyone. The other girls just won’t believe it. I can’t believe it. You must be one mean son of a bitch. So you were in prison, for how long and for what?”
Mason cringed, this broad talked too much. Soon enough she would be forever silent. He put the car in gear and slowly pulled away from the curb. Ice was nowhere in sight. Big man…little balls.