knew he wanted to cause her as much pain as he could. Liberty began to break down and cry, knowing that she was helpless.
Po and Rocko easily slipped through the back patio and entered the luxurious home. Both gripped their pistols in their hands, ready to shoot whatever got in their way.
“Damn. This shit laid the fuck out,” Rocko said as he crept in and looked around alongside Po. Samad’s mansion had marble floors and tall pillars. He was swimming in money, and Rocko instantly knew they were dealing with a major player of some sort. He had never seen anything so extravagant. Little did they know, they were trespassing into the home of the most successful kingpin on the West Coast.
“Shh,” Po said as he put his index finger to his lip. “Do you hear that?” he asked as he looked up the large staircase, which was made of porcelain. He heard muffled screams. Po quickly headed toward the stairs, and Rocko followed closely. They slowly crept up. The screams got louder the closer they got to the door. Po stood outside the door, and his heart pounded, not knowing what was waiting on the opposite side of the door. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air. He carefully cracked the door open and witnessed Samad sodomizing a defenseless Liberty. He entered the room and crept up behind Samad who was pounding away. The sight brokehis heart. Po was as tough as they came, but the sight of rape disgusted him.
Followed closely by Rocko, Po gently pressed the barrel of his gun to the back of Samad’s head. Samad jumped up, and Rocko followed up with a strike across his face, knocking him off the bed. Rocko stood over him and pointed the gun at his head. Po called the shots and like a trained pit bull, Rocko barked. It was second nature to him to be a goon.
“You sick fuck!” Po yelled as he began to untie Liberty. The horrendous stench of urine invaded his nostrils, and he frowned as he looked at Liberty’s battered body. She resembled a slave on a plantation with all the whip marks across her back and legs.
“Do you know who the fuck I am?” Samad screamed as he looked down the barrel of Rocko’s gun.
Po released Liberty of all the ties, and she quickly pulled the handkerchief from her mouth. She stood up, but collapsed, not having any strength in her legs to hold up her weight. Po caught her before she hit the ground and whispered in her ear. “Everything is going to be okay,” he said as he slowly helped her to her feet.
“This is no business of yours!” Samad yelled out as hatred burned inside of him.
“Shut the fuck up,” Po screamed as rage filled his body. He sat Liberty on the bed and rushed over to Samad who was attempting to stand up, striking him across the temple with the butt of his gun. The blow was so powerful it sent Samad flying to the floor again. His back hit the marble so hard that it knocked the wind out of him. Blood leakedfrom Samad’s mouth as he writhed, weakly turning onto his side.
“Please, look. Let’s make a deal. I can change your life. What’s the cost to let me go?” Samad said.
Po and Rocko weren’t playing. Samad recognized the look in their eyes and knew it oh too well. They had come to kill.
“You think you can buy your way out of this? Huh? Look at her. Look what you did to her,” Po said as he glanced over at Liberty’s battered body. He quickly walked to Samad’s closet and grabbed a robe. He then covered Liberty and whispered in her ear. “Turn your head, okay?” he said. She nodded her head in agreement as she sniffled and covered herself with the robe.
“You can’t buy your way out of this one, homeboy. You are a piece of shit. Do you know that?” Po said as he looked down at Samad. “Men like you make me sick. How could you hurt a woman like that, huh? You can’t be a man if you can bring yourself to do something like this,” Po said as he slowly began to pace the floor. Scarlett filled his thoughts as he pictured how she had been
Po and Rocko easily slipped through the back patio and entered the luxurious home. Both gripped their pistols in their hands, ready to shoot whatever got in their way.
“Damn. This shit laid the fuck out,” Rocko said as he crept in and looked around alongside Po. Samad’s mansion had marble floors and tall pillars. He was swimming in money, and Rocko instantly knew they were dealing with a major player of some sort. He had never seen anything so extravagant. Little did they know, they were trespassing into the home of the most successful kingpin on the West Coast.
“Shh,” Po said as he put his index finger to his lip. “Do you hear that?” he asked as he looked up the large staircase, which was made of porcelain. He heard muffled screams. Po quickly headed toward the stairs, and Rocko followed closely. They slowly crept up. The screams got louder the closer they got to the door. Po stood outside the door, and his heart pounded, not knowing what was waiting on the opposite side of the door. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air. He carefully cracked the door open and witnessed Samad sodomizing a defenseless Liberty. He entered the room and crept up behind Samad who was pounding away. The sight brokehis heart. Po was as tough as they came, but the sight of rape disgusted him.
Followed closely by Rocko, Po gently pressed the barrel of his gun to the back of Samad’s head. Samad jumped up, and Rocko followed up with a strike across his face, knocking him off the bed. Rocko stood over him and pointed the gun at his head. Po called the shots and like a trained pit bull, Rocko barked. It was second nature to him to be a goon.
“You sick fuck!” Po yelled as he began to untie Liberty. The horrendous stench of urine invaded his nostrils, and he frowned as he looked at Liberty’s battered body. She resembled a slave on a plantation with all the whip marks across her back and legs.
“Do you know who the fuck I am?” Samad screamed as he looked down the barrel of Rocko’s gun.
Po released Liberty of all the ties, and she quickly pulled the handkerchief from her mouth. She stood up, but collapsed, not having any strength in her legs to hold up her weight. Po caught her before she hit the ground and whispered in her ear. “Everything is going to be okay,” he said as he slowly helped her to her feet.
“This is no business of yours!” Samad yelled out as hatred burned inside of him.
“Shut the fuck up,” Po screamed as rage filled his body. He sat Liberty on the bed and rushed over to Samad who was attempting to stand up, striking him across the temple with the butt of his gun. The blow was so powerful it sent Samad flying to the floor again. His back hit the marble so hard that it knocked the wind out of him. Blood leakedfrom Samad’s mouth as he writhed, weakly turning onto his side.
“Please, look. Let’s make a deal. I can change your life. What’s the cost to let me go?” Samad said.
Po and Rocko weren’t playing. Samad recognized the look in their eyes and knew it oh too well. They had come to kill.
“You think you can buy your way out of this? Huh? Look at her. Look what you did to her,” Po said as he glanced over at Liberty’s battered body. He quickly walked to Samad’s closet and grabbed a robe. He then covered Liberty and whispered in her ear. “Turn your head, okay?” he said. She nodded her head in agreement as she sniffled and covered herself with the robe.
“You can’t buy your way out of this one, homeboy. You are a piece of shit. Do you know that?” Po said as he looked down at Samad. “Men like you make me sick. How could you hurt a woman like that, huh? You can’t be a man if you can bring yourself to do something like this,” Po said as he slowly began to pace the floor. Scarlett filled his thoughts as he pictured how she had been
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