Chapter 79(M+F+,nc,anal,oral,rim,MM,setup)
“Dibs on the blonde.” Morgana’s heart sank as the tall one in camo said that. The rest of the hunting party hooted and hollered. Two men of about equal height pulled Aislinn up and bent her over the table. Three more held Bianca down on the floor, one holding her arms down while two others held her legs open as their buddy pulled down his pants. The man between Kim’s legs freed his cock right before forcing it in to the Asian, eliciting a scream. As the various men jockeyed for position, three made their way over to Morgana with bad intentions. She wanted to hide but had nowhere to go. The tall one that called dibs on her grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. Considering her only choices were standing or losing her scalp, she stood. “You's sure are a pretty one. You’s and my boys gonna have lotsa fun.” She couldn’t place the accent if she tried. The tall one motioned to the short one to grab Morgana’s tied wrists and force her to bend over the large dining table. She knew what was coming. She could see it all around her. Aislinn tried to reach over to her and grab her hand from where she was getting raped by one the hunters at the end of the table and the Asian girl lay next to her on the edge of the table to her right, getting fucked by some of the hunters. “Don’t mind if I do.” She heard a different voice behind her, one that was obviously fake. She tried to look behind her, but couldn’t move to see who spoke. But when she felt a hard cock line up with her asshole and an obvious beer belly on her rump, she put two and two together and gathered that the fake voice came from the fat man getting ready to sodomize her.
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Only a few minutes had passed since Bob and his crew showed up, and Sam finally got up off of the pathway in front of the cabin. Things had gone mostly to plan. His friends left just as the hunting party came from the left and fired into the air. Steve fired off most of his fake rounds high, making sure that even if they were live, they’d miss by a country mile. Sam’s job was the hardest. Don’t shoot back at the boys. He fired one shot clear into the middle area, directly away from the cabin. After that, he dropped to the ground and crawled away under the windows. One of the hunters walked toward where he was, and on cue Sam fired two more shots into the middle area. Bubbles stood in the doorway and screamed like she just saw her lover murdered, then ran back inside. The hunter near Sam nodded at chubby man in acknowledgement of a job well done. Now, he just sat out of view with one of the hunters while looking up at one of the largest dogs he’s ever seen in his life. They waited until they heard all of the women scream for help before the hunter talked.
“This here’s Pooka. Her brother Lobo’s inside. Go ‘head, say hi girl.” Pooka gave Sam a big, wet lick. He tried to stifle a laugh before he moved to pet the Irish Wolfhound. “Good job so far. Give’em a couple minutes till the first round makes their way out, then we’ll hang out for a bit until the next part of this project gets underway.”
“Next part?” Sam asked.
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Joe drove his F-150 away from the house at a dangerous clip until he was out of sight from the cabin. Once clear, he brought the speed back down to a normal level. It took them another 10 minutes of driving through narrow trails until they emerged into a clearing near the highway. They all breathed a collective sigh of relief as a message came from Sam in WhatsApp. “All good, going to the next phase.” Joe parked his truck in the clearing as Steve and JC hopped out of the bed and into the back of the cab. They looked like a perfectly normal group of people, aside from the guns they moved to the cab with them. Mari looked back to make sure that they secured the guns out of sight. As the four of them talked about their plans and what to do for the next hour or two until Sam and Bubbles rejoined them, Joe noticed some movement from the opposite side of the clearing.
An all-black Escalade with the darkest window tint he’d seen in ages started its engine and drove towards them. Only the front windscreen and windows had the slightest visibility through them. At first Joe tried to pay no mind to them, until he caught a glimpse of the men in the front. What stood out was to Joe was that they wore matching black suits, like they were extras from an MIB sequel, or were cosplaying as the Blues Brothers. But something felt off about them.
“Who’s that?” Mari asked, seeing that Joe was still on edge as the Escalade drove slowly past them and down the pathway. The driver turned his head slightly and then back to the road.
Joe thought for a moment before speaking. “Don’t know.”
“Must’ve been up here for a while.” JC said, looking at the large SUV as it rolled down the path away from them.
“What makes you say that?” Mari asked.
“Dirt on the backs already dried. Vehicle that big driving through the mud or dirt will kick some up, and all black vehicles show every piece of dirt. This thing already had a little dirt on it. Not enough to go offroading, but just enough from pulling in. Plus, who takes a 6 figure Escalade off roading?”
“Think they’re cops?” Mari asked.
“Doubt it. Car’s too nice. Cops don’t drive Caddy’s.” JC replied. “Whoever that is, they sure as shit aren’t cops.”
“Someone wanna message Sam?” Joe said, getting a little worried about this rendezvous.
“On it.” Steve said.
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Sam gave Pooka some more head scratches as they made their way to a bench out of view from the cabin’s main windows. Even sitting on the bench, Sam was barely at eye level with this dog. He’s seen a coupe Great Danes in his life, but even those felt small next to this dog. The handler, a man who called himself Derrick, said that Pooka was 3 years old and a great hunting and attack dog when needed, but viewed herself as a lap dog. Sam realized he wasn’t kidding when Pooka climbed onto the bench and him, laying on his lap and demanding more pets. His phone buzzed and he saw the message from Steve.
“Hey, we’ve got company. Friends say an Escalade is coming down that path.” Sam said with more than a hint of concern.
Derrick looked around for his phone for a moment until he saw one of the group chats he was in. One unknown user said “Truck with the crew cleared the path.” Another user just said “OTW.” On the way.
“Not sure who they are, but I think they’re in the group chat. Mentioned your boys clearing the road.” Derrick said.
Sam typed a reply. “Think they’re with our new friends.” Pooka whined as Sam took his hand away from the most important task in the world of giving her more pets and scratches.
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Bob was on Cloud 9 fucking Morgana’s ass. She was so sexy and tight, and the way she whimpered when he’d pull out of her ass and slam into her puss then back again into her ass. Sure, it fucked with his rhythm, but this wasn’t about fucking to nut, this was fucking to fuck. Here he was, in his 50’s raping a hot white bitch in one of his properties, while her friends are getting speared, too. Looking from his left to right, he took in the whole scene. Two of the brothers held down Bubbles while the third fucked her. She was crying out in Korean for them to stop, but that was the plan. He knew it was Korean because that’s what she told him she was the other night. To his right, Troy was balls deep in Aislinn. He might try to get a piece of her, but it was better to let everyone get a taste first. Behind him, Drew was tied up and screaming something fierce into his gag. He’ll get some attention soon enough. One of the guys will get horny enough to fuck him sooner or later. On the floor, two guys were spitroasting that big-tittied bitch Bianca in doggy. Speaking of doggy, one of the bros walked that monster Lobo through the house. Not sure where that was heading, but if Lobo joined in the fun, he wanted to check that out. Not because he wanted to see an Irish Wolfhound fuck one of these girls, but out of sheer curiosity. ‘Shit, if Lobo doesn’t play here, I can always sick’em on my new little whore Maddie if needed. Especially if her parents don’t play ball. If seeing their precious little girl getting fucked by a 150 pound dog and threats to release it on the web don’t get them to sell me that land, nothing will.’
After pulling out of Morgana’s pussy and shoving his cock into her ass one more time, he added up how much this little adventure was going to cost him. He lost out on a few grand by booking this cabin to Tommy and not to some out-of-state family paying through the nose for their vacation. Multiply that a couple times and he lost about 10 grand at least on rent from this compound. Then there was damage. Fucking Bubbles fired off a live gun and embedded a bullet in one of the timbers. He’ll have to find and fix that before renting the cabin out again this weekend. Last thing he needs is another Yelp review where Karen McKarenstein finds another bullet hole in the roof. But that’s chump change for everything else he’ll have to pay for. He’s looking at a large settlement to keep this all under wraps, well into the 7 figures. 6 friends being held at gunpoint and raped for an entire weekend was gonna cost him, but throw in a random hunting party coming in and having some fun and now he’s gonna have to get creative to keep this under wraps.
Then there’s his boys, Gary and Paul. He’s been in the know of what they’ve been up to for the last year since they went underground from the underground. They managed to piss off everyone in Japan worth a damn and somehow made their way back to the states without flagging every watchlist under the sun. Now, he’s gonna dig them out of their grave by staging a murder and planting evidence that Bubbles wasn’t actually a Korean girl but actually Kono Rin, notorious leader of the Kono Crime Family in Japan and that she’d been here in the states hiding out from the gangsters trying to kill her. Of all the things Gary could’ve done, he had to fall in love with one of his targets. Now, anyone even associated with them got a little visit from the Yakuza. At least the “witnesses” to this murder won’t want to dig too deep into things. But paying off cops is always expensive, at least in moral collateral. If he can buy off a cop, anyone with the funds can buy off the same cop. They aren’t loyal to anyone but themselves. He knew better than to screw with Sheriff Ryland Holmes, but his deputies could be paid off. All but his niece, that is. One of them will stumble upon what will look like a Grizzly’s breakfast. They’ll find a bunch of shredded pink clothes, some blood, and maybe a toe if Gary wasn’t bullshitting him. If they need other parts, that can be arranged but the blood and toe should be enough to make a match in Interpol’s system to flag as a match to Kono Rin. Once she’s declared deader than the dodo, the couple will settle down somewhere out of the way. At least that’s the plan.
Bob figured at least 10k to bribe the deputy to discover the body and some more to the county’s CSI to only run specific samples. ‘That’s the great thing with public servants’, Bob thought. ‘They’re so cheap to bribe.’ It doesn’t take much to bribe one and make them look the wrong way. And as long as nothing too crazy happens, they generally go along with it. It’s one thing to ask a cop to ignore a murder, but getting them to list a murder as an accident or to misidentify the body as a known member of the FBI’s Top Ten Most Wanted is pretty easy in comparison. And as long as he doesn’t make outrageous demands all of the time, the cops look the other way when he has to do some business. Even Ryland turns his head for a lot of what happens behind the scenes at the resort. Bob knows not to poke the bear, though. If a bunch of bodies start popping up in the woods with bullet holes instead of bear teeth, there’ll be Hell to pay.
He’d make a token offer to Tommy and James, but then suddenly those two are going to have a tax bill to handle if they do accept it. On paper, it’ll look like $50,000, but in reality it’ll jack and shit.
That big tittied bitch should be relatively cheap to pay off. From what he knows about her, she’s going through a messy divorce and just wants to go home and keep anything that happened a secret. If her ex found out about who and what she fucked, he’d go to the courts to fight her for custody just to spite her. Bob figured he could get her to settle for 50 to 100k as a low offer and 250k on the high end, with most of it tied away in a trust for her daughter. If she presses for more, then her hubby’s lawyer will get a call.
The bitch beneath him cried as he slammed into her pussy again and again, then back into her ass. She reminded him a lot of one of his greatest conquests, Natalie Daniels. Well, looks wise she was like Natalie. Morgana wasn’t a murderous cunt like Natalie. From what he’s seen of her from the Club’s videos and of the hidden camera feeds this weekend, she’s a lot nicer. And a secret freak when pushed the right way. And likely pregnant. He’s seen the signs before.
He would use that to his advantage. Fuck, Bob uses everything to his advantage. That’s the thing about being in charge, all decisions go through him but other people give him the ideas. He knows that two of the three Aussies are lawyers, so that will gum up the works for payouts but if this twat was more worried about how this could come out and get to her kid in the future, she’ll keep her mouth shut like a true G. The lawyers will cost more to make this disappear, but he’ll play the ‘I didn’t know and am only acting in the interest of my company’ angle. This’ll cost him more, but he can handle it. Bob guesses that low 6 figures to keep this out of the press and keep it quiet will help.
The hardest part will be keeping them from going to the cops and pressing charges, even though the cops will be here in about 2-3 hours investigating a murder. He’ll have Deputy Willard assign this case to the Sheriff’s niece. She’s a good cop, but gets a little too gung-ho dealing with rapes and shit. She’ll want to dig deep and prosecute and go to the ends of the Earth to bring the attackers to justice, but she’s such a hardass about it that she scares off the victims.
The three Aussies will cost him between 200k to 500k to keep them each quiet. 300k would be a nice middle point, especially if ICE or their employers find out they were involved in some serious crimes. Even with being the victims, the last thing they want to do is go before the courts on a work visa. Drew the hubby will be very indignant, but Bob had a way around that.
Morgana let out another cry as Bob did the ass-puss-ass-puss move again. He’d love to spend more time with her, but he had shit to do. He grabbed on to her hips and fucked Morgana extra hard as he felt that familiar feeling rise in his nuts as he blasted a load deep in her pussy. He long ago had nothing to worry about following a vasectomy, but with a gangbang this large he knew he was in the clear.
As he pulled out and walked away, Morgana cried as one of the brothers took his spot inside the bound blonde. Bob walked to the far side of the room and called Pete over. The diminutive man stood next to Bob as the larger man whispered to him.
“Make sure Drew gets some attention soon. Have some fun however you want, but someone’s gotta give loverboy a good time. After you get off, join me outside. Bring Troy and Darren with you.”
Pete nodded, then looked at Drew then back to Bob.
“Doesn’t have to be you, just make sure someone fucks hubby over there.” Bob said quietly. Pete felt better, as he wanted to get a piece of that Asian girl. Bob slapped Pete on the shoulder, then stepped outside. The action was still going on, but he had things he needed to do and prepare for.
Once outside and away from the window, he walked over to a bench away from the house, vape in hand. He took off his mask and approached the bench, seeing two men and a really big dog it.
“Slide over, Pooka.” The dog didn’t move, as she was busy getting pets and scratches from Sam. Bob turned to Sam when Pooka wouldn’t move. “Oh, you’re stuck now. Nothing like a 150 pound lap dog to keep you sitting.” Bob puffed on his vape, enjoying a long draw after a good fuck.
“Yeah. Thought about getting up, but this pup has other plans.” Sam said, still petting this massive mutt.
“Bossman, we got incoming.” Derrick said, holding the leash in one hand and his phone in another.
“Who is it?” Bob said between puffs.
“Don’t know. They’re in the group chat, driving an Escalade.” He showed Bob the app and moved as Sam spoke up.
“My friends saw them come down the path right after they cleared it. Pretty sure they're not cops.” Sam said as Pooka looked at Sam, wanting more chin scratches.
Bob looked at the chat and knew who it was instantly. He motioned for the leash from Derrick. “They’re expected. Why don’t you go have some fun, we got this out here.”
“You sure?” Derrick said, hesitant to hand over the leash, even though this was one of Bob’s prized hunting dogs.
“I’ll be fine. I raised her granddaddy and her daddy. Besides, she’s got her new best friend here.” Bob shrugged at Sam. Derrick gave him the leash. “Go, have fun. Think there’s someone up your alley you’ll like. Don’t worry, everyone already knows, it’s like the worst kept secret in the county. Go on, have fun.” Derrick showed a little shock for a moment, then walked swiftly into the cabin, double checking that his mask was in place.
“If you don’t mind me asking…” Sam started, but Bob quickly cut him off as he made two quick moves with his leash caused Pooka to make a little room on the bench.
“I do, but since you’re in bed with us now, you should know what’s going on. We had to call an audible couple nights ago and again this morning. The gist of it is that a couple friends of mine are in town, and are in some hot shit. They pissed off, well, they pissed off Japan.” Bob said, pausing to take a hit off his vape.
“Japan?”
“Yep.”
“How do you piss off an entire country?” Sam asked, not sure exactly what Bob meant.
“These friends of mine, more than friends actually, they’re two of the best at what they do around the world, and were called to do a thing in Tokyo, or Kyoto, somewhere in Japan. They didn’t do that thing they were hired for, and instead helped their targets. Kinda pissed at them for what they did, but they did a bunch of shit to tie up loose ends. One of those loose ends may, or may not, have involved assassinating a senior government official. They went undergound, trying to get away and make a clean start. That brings them here.” Bob took another hit off the vape.
“Wait, they were behind the Prime Minister’s assassination?” Sam was hung up on that detail in Bob’s story.
“Maybe, I don’t know. I didn’t ask for details. But they’re coming here to fake a death, and you and Bubbles will help.” Bob said.
Sam felt a cold shiver go down his spine. “What?”
“No, not like that. That was bad phrasing. You see, Bubbles is Kono Rin. You’ve never heard of her before, but that doesn’t matter ‘cause the only people who could tie you to this think you’re already dead.”
“Wait, who-“
“Who’s Kono Rin? Former leader of the Kono family in Japan’s Yakuza, and one of the fiercest warriors in the world. She’s also my sister-in-law and carrying my nephew or niece, not sure which yet. I know Bubbles isn’t Kono Rin, but those four in the cabin don’t. In a minute or two, a black Escalade will come down that path with 6 people in it. Two of them are my brothers. Two of them are their wives. The other two are the people that ratted them out to the Yakuza. Shortly after they get here and stop, me and a few of my boys will finish fucking Bubbles and drag her out here. We’ll make a big spectacle about it in front of the girls, and make a lot of noise out here. It’ll end with, well, you ever wonder why I called this cabin Running Bear? Cause there’s a lot of bears in the area. Those bears’ll feed good tonight. But while the bears are feeding on two traitors, one of my boys is gonna put a little something out in the woods for the good Sheriff to find. A set of pink sweats, a pair of running shoes all covered in blood, and a toe. The blood will match the toe, and that toe will be traced back to Interpol as that of Kono Rin, a heavily tattooed Japanese woman. Between that and a few shreds of flesh and bone, there’ll be enough left to declare that Kono Rin and her partner in crime were found dead in the woods. You guys will be back down in Harbor City, and no one will ever think to look for your for this crime, because it’s already been solved. All you gotta do is keep your fuckin’ trap shut for the rest of your life, keep your girl’s trap shut, and enjoy our working relationship from now on. So, make sense?”
Sam just sat there dumbfounded, only coming back to his senses when Pooka nudged him for another head scratch. Bob looked at Sam for a long second. Sam nodded his head. “Y…Yeah. Makes sense.”
“Cool. Hate to make another audible.” Bob puffed on his vape as Sam took in exactly how deeply fucked the situation was. He had just been told in no uncertain terms to keep quiet about what was to happen, and that he was about to be involved in two murders. Bob took another hit then pointed to Sam’s gun. “Is that in your name?”
“Uh, nuh. No, it’s not. Found this and a few others in a house I cleaned out.”
“Got others you can use?” Bob asked. Sam just nodded. “Good. Clean it off and hand it over. Never want to use the same gun for two crimes.”
Sam froze for a moment before clearing the ammo from his Glock and wiping it down with his shirt. Bob handed him a microfiber towel he had in his hunting pants and Sam wiped down each surface of the gun he touched. He paid extra close attention to the trigger, slide, and mag release. Once the gun was pretty well cleaned off, he focused on the magazine.
“Unload the mag, take the bullets out. Clean off four of them real good. And when shit goes down, pick up those cases. They’re worth everything to you. Suggest getting rid of them out of the county, but nowhere near where you live. But they can’t stay here. Got it?” Sam just nodded as he nervously cleaned off four of the 9mm bullets. Bob took them and the newly cleaned magazine and loaded them. Sam noted for the first time how Bob wore hunting gloves.
As Bob loaded the magazine into the pistol, a black Escalade drove down the street and pulled into their parking lot. It was in pristine condition except for a little mud here and there splashed on it from driving down the trail and in the clearing. Though this vehicle was capable, it was in no ways the best choice for taking off-road.
“There’s our friends.” Bob said, slapping Sam on the shoulder. Bob stood up and Pooka heeled to him without a word. The Escalade did a 3-point turn to face the path they just drove down, then parked. Bob put Sam’s gun into his waistband by his spine and approached the SUV.
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Derrick entered the cabin, mask back in position. He wasn’t exactly sure what Bob meant by something ‘up his alley’ until he walked in and took in the scene around him. It was an orgy. 4 women getting used every which way possible by about a dozen guys. 5, now that someone was grabbing that new bitch Maddie from her chest was dragging her in on her leash. But all the bitches didn’t grab Derrick’s attention. It was the good looking man, bound over a bench and gagged, ass up in the air for the world to see. He was lost in his world for a moment until his older brother Cole bumped into him, dragging Maddie behind him. Maddie was naked except for a dog collar and a pair of red fuck-me pumps.
“Oh, hey. Bruh, what you waiting for? Fuck’im. No wait, I got an idea.”
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Drew felt sick to his stomach. What he hoped would be a rescue party turned out to be just as bad as the nightmare they left, if not somehow worse. He was now watching the third different man in the last ten minutes fuck his wife, and a couple more were having a run on Aislinn. His head was somehow restrained to keep his vision more or less straight, but he could hear Bianca’s moans as yet more men fucked her. Hell, even that Asian slut Kim was getting railed pretty hard. ‘That fucking cunt deserves it.’ Drew thought to himself, and if this was any other situation, he’d enjoy seeing her cry out in pain. Fuck, he’d love to give it back to her even half as bad as she dished it out. If he turned his head just right, he could see her and hear her beg something in one of those Asian languages. What was that, Mandarin? ‘No, I’ve heard Mandarin before, don’t think that’s it.’ He tried to focus her words and screams, if just to drown out the mewls Morgana made. His focus was so intense on Kim, he didn’t notice the footsteps stop behind him. Nor someone get between his legs.
“Lick his asshole, slut. It’s all the prep he’s gonna get.” The voice came from directly behind him, but he couldn’t see who it was. That was definitely a man that said that. His mind raced on possibilities on what was going on until he felt something on his ass. It was a pair of hands, one on each cheek, pulling them apart.
“Yes, Master.” Drew couldn’t place that voice, but it was definitely feminine. A moment later, he felt the strangest sensation as something wet circled his sphincter and flicked around it. Whoever this woman was, she was licking his asshole. He’d never felt anything like it before. The mere idea was something that he couldn’t even think of getting Morgana to try. He did a quick sanity check as he tried to block out the sensations. Morgana and Aislinn were directly in his field of view. Kim was screaming something in an Asian language, and he could still hear Bianca getting fucked on the floor near him. This was a new person, likely a woman, and she had just given him a rimjob. But as much as he enjoyed the sensation, he was terrified at the words going through his mind. ‘It’s all the prep he’s gonna get.’
“Stop, whore. See what you did? You made him hard. Suck him off until he cums, but do not swallow. If you swallow this time, I will beat your tits off.”
“Yes, Master.” The woman that was tonguing Drew’s asshole stopped and shifted her position. She placed her mouth over Drew’s cock and engulfed it all the way to the base, then went to work sucking it. Whoever she was, she was very skilled and Drew was worried that he might cum soon. That’s when he heard the sound of pants dropping and felt someone get very, very close to his thighs.
“My turn. Just, try to relax.” This was a different voice. A man’s voice. Followed by a pair of men’s hands on his hips and something long and hard between his asscheeks.
Drew tried to deny what was happening, but nothing he did or said or tried could prevent the next few moments from happening. The right hand moved position as this man behind him lined his cock up with Drew’s asshole and pushed in. What started as a little pressure soon escalated to intense pain as this intruder speared his ass for the first time. He pushed in, bit by bit, until he settled in as deep as he could go. Drew screamed and cried into his gag like nothing ever before, hoping that this would stop. Whoever was doing this to Drew started to pull out, then pumped back in, over and over, gaining speed and ferocity with each thrust. If felt like he was getting punched in the stomach over and over and over again.
Meanwhile, the woman on his dick just kept sucking and sucking like it was her sole duty in life to make him cum. The pain and humiliation was too much for Drew to bear, and he just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
Morgana’s gaze met Drew’s during this and saw her husband being raped by one of the hunters while the body of another woman lay at an awkward angle under Drew’s crotch. It disgusted her that these monsters would do this to her Drew. But she knew there was nothing they could do to stop it. He just had to endure it. Just like she did.
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Bob approached the SUV, shifting the leash to his left hand while Pooka walked next to him. His right hand creeped back towards the gun he just put there. He knew who was coming, but still…
The passenger’s side door opened. Out stepped a bald man wearing a black suit and tie and dark sunglasses. He moved with a purpose, scanning the area quickly before walking up to Bob. The two men hesitated for the briefest of seconds before going in for a bro hug, which then turned into a real hug followed by laughter.
“Fuck you been up to, buddy?” Bob said.
Gary looked up as he smiled. “Lotsa things. Long story short, got married, having a kid soon, killed some people, going off the grid, tying up loose ends. You?” Gary’s gaze caught Sam behind Bob and he instantly sized him up. “Scare the shit out of the new guy?”
Bob looked back at Sam, seeing him still sitting there. “Yeah. New guy I’m working with down in Harbor City. He’s helping with everything going down, too.”
“How much he know?” Gary asked, fighting the instinct to move his hand to his hidden 9mm under his jacket.
“Enough to be scared and not do something stupid. Pretty sure this is his first time.” Bob replied.
“So, how long until we get this party started?” A second voice came from the other side of the SUV. He was dressed just like Gary in a matching black suit, tie, and dark sunglasses. His face betrayed his cold tone, as it broke into a smile as he approached his long lost brother from another mother. It was Paul, and the last few steps turned into a small run as the three men hugged, letting the years slip away between them. For a quick second, they were no longer in their 50’s, but teens once again. At least until the aches and pains returned. This was followed by a voice that Bob didn’t recognize. Bob turned to see a short Japanese woman dressed in a similar themed business suit. Her voice was high pitched and had a sternness that betrayed her diminutive size. Her hair was pulled back into two ponytails, making her look even younger than she was. The Japanese flowed from her mouth, and Paul responded back fluently. Bob had no clue what they were saying, until she approached gave a quick bow.
“Kono Aki, wife, Paul.” Bob didn’t know how to respond until Paul urged him to bow back.
“Bob Kuntzmann. Welcome to the family.” Paul translated, but he said a lot more than just a quick sentence. Aki responded back with what Bob thought was a bitchy attitude, and Paul responded in kind. The two had a small argument that ended with them smiling and kissing.
“Engrish, understand, no speak.” Aki said, extending her hand for a shake. Bob gladly shook her hand, and did his best not to check her out. She was family now.
“My English is better than my sister’s.” The rear door opened as a woman of cold beauty stepped out of the Escalade, dressed in a matching business suit like her sister, but with obvious alterations made for a noticeable baby bump. She stepped down from the SUV and onto the packed dirt and gravel driveway. Gary made a move to help her, but she gave a slight shake of her head and he stayed back, ready to move if she needed him. She walked the few feet over to the group and stopped next to Gary before bowing to Bob. “Kono Rin. Thank you for your… assistance. Galy speaks highry of you. Highry? Highly.” She looked like she was trying on the words for the first time. Gary nodded after she said the last word.
“It’s a pleasure to have you here, my lady.” Bob said after bowing. “And may I say, welcome to the family.” He made a motion like he wanted to hug her, but hesitated. She allowed him to hug her. Bob hasn’t been scared of a pregnant woman in a long time, and that was back when his Latina baby mama would throw pots and pans at him. But that was nothing compared to the stories he heard of Kono Rin. “Do you know-“
Kono cut Bob off right before he finished the question. “Yes, but our secret for now.” She gave a slight smile as she rubbed her belly without thinking. Bob was about to say something, but Aki asked something in Japanese.
“Dumbass over there just wants to know if he’s gonna be an aunt or an uncle.” Paul said to Aki. She laughed.
“You fucker.” Bob said with a laugh. In the background, cries, yells, and screams could be heard from the cabin behind him.
“Your boys having a little party before things go down?” Gary asked.
“Yeah. Also part of the alibi, too. I gave the quick and dirty version over the chat, but that guy over there on the bench who looks like he just saw a ghost, that’s Sam. He and a few of his friends just spent the weekend partying with about half a dozen people, mostly women. Just as he and his girl are leaving, up rolls a party of crazed militia hunters, all dressed in matching camo. The last two out the building are Sam and his Asian girlfriend. He kept his face hidden the whole time, so they don’t know what he really looks like above the neckline. He runs outside when the guns fire, drops to the ground, obviously shot. His girl freaks out and runs, only to get caught and brought back to the cabin where 3 women are tied up naked. Well, there’s about a dozen guys and 4 women, so these guys are fucking the shit out of them. In a few minutes, right before the resort’s security team makes their way here, they’ll drag the Asian girl out here, and inside they’ll hear some screams and some shots. Later on, what’s left of two bodies will be found, but one will be so horribly mangled by the bears it’ll be impossible to identify. But one will have just enough to point to Kono Rin's body being eaten by a bear. As far as those girls in the cabin know, they’ll have heard two people get whacked right before the militia think of doing the same to them. That’s when my staff will come down, see what happened, I’ll change and show up with some help and the Sheriff’s office will be here shortly after. Meanwhile, the bodies… you have bodies, right?”
Kono nodded. “Two…traitors in the trunk.”
“Good. Those bodies will be found but not directly. The man will go down as a John Doe until someone needs a good death. There won’t be enough left for identification but someday the Sheriff might receive a tip and a matching DNA sample, along with a few dead presidents, to say that prick is who we say he is. We’ll all move along with our lives and these women in the cabin will decide to settle and sign NDA’s to just put this behind them. Word will get over to Japan about how Kono Rin met a grizzly end, pun intended, and whoever you decide to be after will go on to be a normal, boring, suburban housewife somewhere. Meanwhile Sam and his girl over there go to work for me down south, and we make money hand over fist.” Bob finished his monologue, hoping he didn’t have to repeat it. Aki gave Paul a quick look that said ‘translate’ but before he could, Rin spoke up.
“Acceptable. The key will be in the details of dealing with the Satsu. But give dogs a toy and they’ll be happy for hours.”
“Pigs. Over here we call’em pigs, we like our dogs. Ain’t that right, Pooka?” The dog gave a slight acknowledgement at hearing Bob call her name. “The pigs’ll spend some time confirming that the woman was you. Meanwhile, you’ll be busy establishing your new identity somewhere. I might see some visitors come from Kyoto or Tokyo one day, but they’ll just want proof that you’re dead. If they try to go any further, well, we can handle ourselves in a pinch.”
Kono looked like she wanted to say something, but looked at the company she kept. Her husband, her brother-in-law, and now this new man all came from this area. Gary spoke highly of Bob, covering everything from their childhood together as some of the only white kids in an all-minority gang-ridden town to their quests for revenge for the death of their sister. He held Bob in a rare position of love, honor, and fear. And looking behind them at the path of bodies behind them to get here, if Gary was afraid of Bob, then the Yakuza should be little more than an inconvenience.
Before she could say anything else, Bob’s phone alarm went off. “Twenty minutes until the patsies show up.” Bob cupped his hands in front of his mouth and made a bird call. He repeated it a few seconds later. Shortly thereafter, Pete walked out of the cabin, buttoning his pants. “15 minutes, timing is tight, plan as discussed.”
“Gotchya boss.” Pete said, then returned to the cabin. The group waited for Pete to get out of view before catching up.
Bob, Paul, and Gary shot the shit for a few minutes as Sam watched from the bench behind them. He didn’t join them for several minutes, as more of the hunters made their way out. At some point that skinny man Derrick came back and grabbed Pooka, and took her inside. Pooka took a few steps back towards Sam, but eventually followed Derrick. The screams from inside the cabin took on a different pitch and fervor. He was looking over to the cabin itself, so it took a moment for him to see Bob beckon him.
“Hey, c’mon, it’s showtime.” Bob said, waving Sam over. Sam approached, and finally saw the scope of what was going down. Seeing a double homicide described in a text chain was one thing, but seeing two people pulled out of the back of an SUV and forced to their knees, that’s a whole different story. Three of the hunters carried Bubbles out of the cabin while another closed the door behind them. Bubbles kept shouting something in Korean, but shut up as one of Bob’s boys fired his AR-15 into the air. This got everyone’s attention, and Bubbles took that as her sign to shut the fuck up. As soon as she saw Sam, she leapt into his arms, buck ass naked. One of the guys kept her clothes and walked over to Bob and his guests.
“You okay?” Sam asked quietly. Bubbles nodded yes, but squeezed him for all he was worth. He wanted to comfort her, but then Bob made a whistle and everyone stopped. Everyone was quiet except for that short guy that talked to Bob. He wasn’t wearing a mask and looked a little like Pete Davidson. He leaned over to Sam and Bubbles and whispered.
“First time?” Pete asked in hushed tones.
“For what?” Bubbles asked, staying close to Sam.
“Murdering someone.”