Jimmy's Game (Ruthless) (46 page)

It was almost nine when the takeaway arrived. The two men were hungry, Maria just picked at hers. Offering to make the coffee while the two men finished of the meal, she disappeared into the kitchen. Once out of earshot Mickey said to him, “Maria seems a bit brighter.” Jimmy grinned and replied, “Yeah she’ll be fine mate.”
They were discussing Samuels when the intercom buzzed. Jimmy anticipated that it would be Shaun as he had arranged for him to come round about ten to stay with Maria.  Answering the intercom, he immediately recognised the Irishman’s voice.

Before they left for the club, they filled Shaun in on Samuels. Then Jimmy looked at Maria and said, “I’ll only be gone a few hours babe, you can contact me anytime if you need to, ok.”  Smiling she replied, “Ok, but I’ll be fine with Shaun. Thanks for dinner Mickey.” “My pleasure babe, I’ll see you later.” She kissed him on the cheek, before kissing Jimmy and telling them to be careful as she said goodbye.

In the car Mickey said, “How should we handle the Jamaicans if they turn up?” After thinking about it for a moment, Jimmy replied, “Let’s just get rid of the fuckers, they’ve caused us enough fucking grief!” “I agree but they don’t know the truth about Maurice’s death, they only had Samuels version of what happened, maybe if we explained that to them we could avoid any unnecessary bloodshed.” “I agree, but what if they don’t believe us, they will run straight back to Samuels and tell him. There’s also what they did to Monica and Maria. Let’s just do the fuckers, we don’t need them; we’ve got the tape and Max, I reckon she would turn on Samuels given the opportunity.” “I agree, what you’ve said makes sense; but my main concern is how to deal with them? However we do it, we don’t want anything coming back to us.” “How about offering to take them to a strip joint; then we get Reggie and Terry to meet us on route. I’m sure we could arrange a diversion so they could ambush their car then take the bastards down the docks and off them?”  “Fuck me Jimmy; it’s so simple it might just work!” Then he grinned and added, “It’s quite worrying really, my best friend has the mind of a serial killer!” They both laughed.

Pulling up at Sweet Cheeks they could see Kevin and Jacky Boy working the doors. Walking over to them after talking for a few minutes about the club, Mickey explained to them about the Jamaicans.

Inside Billy was keeping an eye on the dancers. Shane was standing at the bar talking to Sue. They filled both men in on their plan, before asking Shane about Max. They were a bit surprised when he replied, “I haven’t heard from her, I’ll give her a call in the morning.”

They had only been at the club for about an hour, when the three Jamaicans walked in. Two of them sat at a table; while Damon went to the bar. Mickey approached him and said, “Is your boss still interested in buying the club?” Damon replied, “Dat dapends man.”  “Depends on what?” asked Mickey sarcastically. “If ya tell ma what happen ta ma friends.” “I’ve no fucking idea what you’re talking about. If you’re not interested in the club fine, we’ll take our business elsewhere.” Turning to walk away, he stopped momentarily when Damon said, “I dan’t say I wasn’t interested, but ya make a big mistake if ya fuck with me. Ya see I knows ya did something ta ma friends and I wanta know what.” Mickey continued walking away, turning briefly to reply “Fuck you! I haven’t got time for all your bullshit; I’ll take my business somewhere else!” Walking back along the bar towards Jimmy, he turned when Damon called out, “Wait.” Then making his way towards him said, “I dan’t say I weren’t interested, ya know ma boss wants dis club.” “Good then let’s go into the office.”  Damon nodded at the two Jamaicans sitting at the table, immediately they got up and stood behind him. They followed Mickey and Jimmy into the office. On entering Mickey said, “Take a seat.” Once they sat down, Mickey said, “So you think your boss is still interested in the club?” Damon shocked him when he replied, “I only da business with Jimmy.” It was clear that Mickey was put out by his attitude and he quickly told him so. Damon obviously wasn’t intimidated, because he immediately replied, “I dan’t like ya Mickey and I dan’t trust ya and if I find out yah hurt my friends I cut ya heart out.” Jimmy intervened before things got out of hand, looking menacing he said, “Listen to me Damon, if you’re not going to respect Mickey there won’t be any business to talk about. I think you should be aware you’re not the only interested party.” “If ya have others interested, why would ya come ta us?” Jimmy remained cool and calculating as he replied, “We didn’t come to you; we never
invited you here tonight, but now you’re here we’re prepared to give you the benefit of the doubt, because we’re good business men Damon that’s why; truth is you’re right we know there is no mutual respect and to tell you the truth that pisses me off, but the fact is, if we try to sell the club to someone else and you fucking lot give us grief, everyone will want to know why we’re allowing you to live. You could make us look bad, so you see it would be in everyone’s best interests to get on with business and stop fucking around!” “I like ya man, dares no messing with ya Jimmy, so we talk business.”

Mickey poured them all a drink, before going over the figures concerning the price and  looking Damon right in the eyes said, “It’s not negotiable, that’s the deal either take it or leave it! We want an answer within twenty four hours.” “I have ta speak to ma boss.” “Phone him now.” “I can’t he’s busy, I’ll ask him tamorrow.” “Fair enough, we can give you that.” They talked business for another hour.
The atmosphere was less tense by the time they’d had a few drinks. Jimmy was trying to think of a way to get the Jamaicans to leave with them. Acting friendly towards them he said, “Damon I’m glad this meeting happened, I think we got off on the wrong foot, which is a shame. We’re all businessmen; I know Mickey can be difficult, but in view of the fact that his girlfriend was shot; surely you can understand why?” The Jamaican nodded. Jimmy continued, “If you lot are going to set up businesses in London it would be in your best interests to try and treat him with a little more respect. Mickey has many contacts that could prove very useful to you in the future.” Damon looked over at Mickey and said, “Perhaps we did get off ta a bad start, maybe Jimmy is right, maybe ya do deserve a little more respect.” Mickey simply nodded. Jimmy interrupted and said, “Right then, now that’s settled might I suggest we either stay here to watch the dancers, or go on to a strip joint, I can recommend a good one.” Damon thought about it for a moment before replying, “A strip club sounds good.” Still lulling them into a false sense of security Mickey piped in and said, “Let’s have a couple more drinks here first before we head off to another club.”

It was as they sat talking, Damon introduced the other Jamaicans they were cousins of Maurice’s, Jonah and Ric which was short for Ricardo.

Considering they were talking Jimmy saw the time as a good opportunity to let them know that they got on with Maurice; despite the fact he was going to kill them the first chance he got. When he spoke about Maurice, he could sense that they did not believe him, which in a strange way made him realise that killing them, was in his opinion, the right and only thing to do.

Mickey went up to the bar and ordered another round of drinks. Damon watched him as he chatted to Sue
. While they waited Damon looked at Jimmy and said, “What’s her name, the one Mickey’s talking to?” “Sue, she’s ok, been with us a long time.” I’d like to fuck her.” Jimmy laughed and said, “Yeah, you and all the other blokes who drink here; but you’d be wasting your time mate.” What he really wanted to say was, ‘fuck off you black mother fucker she wouldn’t look twice at you.’

Shane walked over to the bar to speak to Mickey. They stood with their backs to the Jamaicans. Mickey quietly said to him, “Let Reggie and Terry know we’re taking them to G SPOT; tell them to wait until we leave there then jump them.” “Ok, can I come along for the ride?” Mickey grinned, because he knew Shane wanted to take a pop at Damon because of how he’d treated Max. Shane looked well chuffed when he said, “Ok.”
Damon kept looking over at them, trying to see what they were saying. As Mickey walked back over with their drinks, he called to Shane and said, “We’ll be going to another club soon; any problems just bell us.”  Damon seemed content with the fact that Shane wouldn’t be going with them. Once Mickey sat down Damon said, “Ma boss dan’t like Shane; he says he’s a sperm donor with psychotic tendencies.” They laughed before Jimmy said, “Shane’s actually a decent bloke, he’s only downfall is pussy. One thing’s for certain though, we’d rather have him as a friend than an enemy.” Mickey interrupted them and said, “Shane’s a lot like Jimmy in his younger day.” Jonah said something a bit sarcastic about him soon being an old married man. Managing to keep his cool, Jimmy responded by replying, “I can’t fucking wait.” Damon said, “We heard ya Maria is quite a looker?”  Mickey could see the aggression on Jimmy face so he quickly interrupted and said, “You heard right, she’s a real beauty.” Sarcastically Damon laughed and said, “What does she see in Jimmy then?” Feeling a bit of tension, Jimmy quickly said, “Yeah, I can’t work that one out either,” before sarcastically adding, “Not only does she bring out the best in me, but also the worst.” Damon looked a bit baffled, as to what he was really trying to say. The Jamaican finally replied, “Na woman is worth everything.” “I thought that until I met Maria, but like I said; she brings out the worse in me, rest assured I wouldn’t hesitate to kill any man that touched her.” At that moment Damon knew that he was referring to the attempted rape, he also knew that he had killed his friends, but he couldn’t say or do anything about it. Mickey suggested going to the strip club. Damon agreed after replying, “We’ll follow ya in our car.” “Fair enough.”

G SPOT was about ten miles away and a far cry from Sweet Cheeks, it was a seedy little club, where for the right price the girls would do just about anything. Really it was nothing more than a cheap whore house, with a couple of dingy rooms up stairs; if the dancers wanted to make a bit of extra cash. Ken Moor the owner was himself a seedy character, now approaching seventy, he had never married. Always looked as though his clothes needed ironing and a wash and shave wouldn’t go a miss. In his young days he had run a couple of very high class brothels and rumour has it he’s a millionaire. When he reached sixty five he did try to retire, but he missed it. That’s why he brought G Spot, just to give him something to do. Mickey had helped him out a couple of times when he had been raided by the vice squad, usually getting him off with a fine. Ken liked both Mickey and Jimmy; it was obvious he was pleased to see them when they walked in
. Mickey introduced the Jamaicans to him and then ordered a round of drinks, which Ken said were on the house. They talked to him for a while and then found a table. It wasn’t long before a couple of the dancers picked them out, probably because they looked like money with the way they were dressed and the jewellery they wore. A petite pretty brunette aged about twenty made a bee line for Damon. Sitting down on his lap, she pushed her breasts into his face before rubbing her hand on his crotch. The Jamaican was lapping it up. Then she whispered something in his ear, as she stood up. Taking him by the hand she led him up the stairs. Nodding at Ken as she passed the bar to let him know she had a client.

She took the Jamaican to a small dingy room upstairs at the back of the club, sparsely furnished; with just a bed, dressing table and chair. A pair of dirty curtains hung at the window. She began to undress him, before saying, “Fifty quid will get you a blow job.” Expressionless he just looked at her; she felt a little intimidated by him as she asked him what he wanted. Answering her in a cold arrogant tone, he said, “I’m gonna fuck ya.” Compared to her tiny body, he was huge by comparison.
Slowly she began taking her clothes off, but he grabbed her and threw her face down over the dressing table, knocking an ashtray that was on it onto the floor. Pinning her down she asked him to take it easy. Ignoring her, he tore off her panties, then he began fucking her. Raising her voice she said, “Stop it you’re hurting me!” Again he ignored her plea and replied, “Shut the fuck up!” With him holding her by the neck to keep her in that position, she began struggling and calling out. Placing his hands around her throat, he said aggressively, “If you dan’t fucking shut up, I’ll shut ya up!” With every thrust he tightened his grip around her throat, she could barely breathe. Desperately wanting it to be over, she kept telling herself that he would come soon, and then he would leave her alone. Despite the fact that she had approached him for sex, this was not what she had intended. This was rape.

When he finally finished she was crying as she stood up and put her panties back on. Smirking he said, “Ya were a good fuck.” Standing nervously in front of him she tearfully replied, “That was rape you bastard!” Laughing he threw a roll of money at her and said, “Call it whatever the fuck ya like, it was what I wanted and ya’re a whore
!” Then he walked out and went back down stairs to join the others. Picking up the money she counted it, there was a hundred pounds.

After straightening her clothes and wiping her eyes, she left the room. When she returned downstairs she went straight to the bar. The moment she approached Ken said, “Everything ok?” Looking at her, he knew something wasn’t right, especially when she simply nodded. The only reason he didn’t push the issue was because she hadn’t asked him to. Without hesitation he would have had Damon thrown out had she asked, or told him what had happened.

Back at the table Damon sat down. Jimmy grinned and said, “Did you have fun?” Smirking he replied, “English women are weak they dan’t fight back enough; I like it when they fight back. Some women put up a real fight, they make ma real horny.” Jimmy just smiled; and thought about what they’d done to Maria, at that moment he wanted to slit Damon’s throat. Looking over at the bar, he could see the young brunette, her neck and arms was visibly showing red marks from where Damon had been rough with her; Jimmy went to order another round of drinks; making a point of deliberately standing next to her and striking up a conversation. Standing next to him she recognised him as one of Damon’s party from earlier. Smiling he said, “You ok?” instantly she replied, “Your friend is a fucking animal, he should be thankful that you’re a friend of Kens; otherwise I would have him thrown out!” “I’m sorry if he hurt you babe and he’s not my friend; it’s purely a business relationship.”