The Predators - Part 8: Fay's Revenge
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Vick pulled up at the curb across the street from Bliss and Euphoria, a so-called health spa which was really just a front for Kasimir Shosveni's illegal activities. The three-story building was red brick and looked the worse for wear. The weeds growing between the cracks in the uneven sidewalk across the front entrance were half as tall as Vick. Three rough looking men were idly standing and chatting outside, but their easy manner belied a predatory awareness of their surroundings.
"This is it. Last chance to change your minds," Vick said. Detective Quinn, sitting beside him, and Detective Ramsey, sitting in the backseat, exchanged a look.
"Nah. No cold feet here, Scarlatto," Quinn said to Vick. "We're in this all the way. If you think Kasimir can give you the identities of the two fuckers who killed Gracey, we have your back."
Vick nodded. It had been nine weeks since Fay's kidnapping, one week since he'd received the awful video showing those two brutal psychopaths raping and killing his partner. Fay wasn't really dead, of course, but Vick didn't know that, and ever since he'd seen that video he had had one thing on his mind and one thing only: Vengeance.
"All right, let's get it done." Vick opened the door and stepped out. Detective Quinn and Detective Ramsey flanked him as they crossed the street, immediately catching the attention of the three Southside Rain goons.
The most muscular of the thugs had a shaved head, bulging eyes, and the nose of a Neanderthal. He was the one who walked up to block their way.
"Can I help you?" he said in a tone that was anything but helpful-sounding.
"I'm Detective Vick Scarlatto, and these are my friends, Detective Quinn and Detective Ramsey. I believe your boss is expecting us."
The brutish-looking Russian cocked his head, sizing them up like a human lie detector. But apparently he already knew what Vick looked like, because now he just shrugged and turned toward the entrance.
"Please follow me."
As Vick and his companions followed, it occurred to the tenacious detective that this move wasn't just desperate, it was dangerous...and it might yield nothing. But everything inside of Vick screamed otherwise. Sure, Kasimir Shosveni had had a falling out with his nephew, Tolya Shosveni, who was the current reigning boss of Southside Rain. And yes, that meant that Kasimir had been forced out of the gang's inner circle. In theory Tolya would leave him alone only as long as he didn't show even a glimmer of ambition or make any moves against his nephew. But just because he was out of favor and no longer one of the movers and shakers in the gang, that didn't mean Kasimir didn't have connections...or the inside knowledge that Vick needed to catch Fay's killers.
Right now he needed a name, or two names, if possible. If those two psychotic killers had been VIP clients of Southside Rain's skin trade back in the day, Kasimir would probably know about it. Of course crime bosses, especially marginalized ones slinking by in the shadow of a younger, more powerful nephew, weren't terribly keen on talking to cops. But there were shared interests here; Kasimir Shosveni's lawyer had been kidnapped by the same freaks who had taken Fay. If that wasn't enough to sway the grizzled old crime boss to cooperate, well...that was why Vick had brought backup.
The plan was simple. Offer Kasimir a carrot in one hand, and a stick in the other. If he played nice and revealed what he knew, they could both get something they wanted. If not, well...Vick was prepared to go off script. To Vick, Quinn, and Ramsey, Fay had been like family, and this was far too personal to just play everything by the book.
"This way, please. After you," the Neolithic-looking goon rumbled as he opened a door that led down a long flight of stairs. At the bottom, four more thugs, all wearing suits and humorless expressions, were waiting to guide them on the next leg of their journey. Vick nodded, then strode down the stairs to the underground level. Quinn and Ramsey stayed close; like Vick, they were armed and alert.
The four bodyguards in the underground corridor proceeded to guide them to a pair of heavy, ornate wooden double-doors. Beyond those doors Vick thought he could hear what sounded like...moaning.
"The boss will see you now," one of the bodyguards said before he and the other nearest thug pulled the doors open.
Vick and his companions walked in on an unusual...and certainly decadent sight.
At the end of a long, spacious rectangular room with plush carpeting and velvet furniture sat a huge king-sized bed. Kasimir Shosveni was lounging back on the bed, completely naked, staring at the tablet in his hands. But that wasn't the unusual or decadent part.
The crime boss had two naked black girls with him. A slender young girl -- she had to be no more than 19 -- was facing away from the grizzled old boss, pumping her cunt up and down his elongated cock at a steady pace. Her brown skin was a lighter shade, and her breasts were small but firm and perfectly shaped. She was moaning as her pussy rode the 58-year-old Russian's shaft.
"Aaahhhhh!"
Meanwhile, kneeling beside the lounging Russian, was a darker skinned beauty. She was probably in her early 20's, and she had big, supple, mouth-watering tits.
Sensing their approach, Kasimir didn't even bother to look in the detectives' direction. He merely put aside his tablet and reached over to fondle the busty black girl's tits, all the while ignoring the willowy black girl still humping enthusiastically on his lap.
"Welcome, detectives. To what do I owe the honor of your visit?"
He turned to them now, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief.
When Vick and his two partners stood there speechless for a moment, Kasimir went on.
"You'll have to excuse me. I do like to stay busy, and these young pussies keep me feeling young." He chuckled. "Ah, but where are my manners? I haven't properly introduced you to my two newest acquisitions."
Kasimir turned to stare at the ass of the black girl who was pumping her pussy up and down his cock at a fast and furious cadence.
"Aniyah, say hello to the nice detectives."
The teenage slave girl plunged her cunt downward to encase her boss's dick in her wet warmth, moaning, and she interrupted the moan just long enough to speak.
"Oooh!! Nice to meet you, Detectives."
Kasimir turned to the big-titted black girl beside him.
"And this is Diamond." He leaned over, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking deeply. The girl's eyes snapped shut as she let out a plaintive groan.
Finally, coming up for air, Kasimir smiled broadly. "Mmmm. Diamond, I love the way your tits taste. You were definitely a good purchase. Are you happy, slave?"
