CHAPTER 12


 

FREDDIE WAS PISSED. Two of his enforcers were dead; one of his whores had been taken away, and all Jimmy could say was the Sisterhood’s two main bitches were behind everything.

"How could those bitches take out Lenny and Stumpy?" he demanded, pacing up and down the room. "And where were you? How come they didn’t take you out too?"

"They told me to take Candy and the other whore to the hospital. I guess that’s why." Jimmy didn't tell Freddie about the invisible hands. He knew he'd be wasting his time.

"And you just gathered them up without a word and did it, eh? You let two fuckin bitches tell you what to do after they knocked off my best enforcer? Tell me, Jimmy, why shouldn't I kill you here and now?"

Jimmy didn’t have an answer. Shaking his head, Freddie snapped his fingers at two men standing by the door.

"Get him out of here... and call the rest of the guys in. I want them here by nine. We’re going to pay the Sisterhood a little visit later on tonight. I think it’s about time I let them know they can’t fuck with me or my whores without paying a price."

"What do you want me to do with him?" asked one of his bodyguards.

"Shoot him!"

Jimmy could feel his bladder explode releasing its entire contents. Looking down, he saw the stain spreading between his legs, down his pants and puddle on the floor. All he could do was stare at it, humiliated.

"Jesus Christ!" exclaimed Freddie. "What the Hell did they do to you? You used to be one of my best men."

"Sorry, boss," mumbled Jimmy too embarrassed to even plead for his life.

"Get out here and get cleaned up. Until I find out exactly what happened out there, you’ve got a reprieve."

Turning his back, he walked away. Something wasn’t right and he knew it. Jimmy wasn’t the type to run and whatever had frightened him had to be bad. Not willing to take any chances, he’d take reinforcements to make sure the bitches knew he meant business.