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Thursday, December 9, 2010

Off The Face Of The Earth


Albert "Bossman" Attles looked at the text message on Tamika's Android...It was from Bristol....

"Hey Baby...Haven't heard from you...everything ok?" it read... he angrily hurled it of his boat and into the water....He took the Blackberry and stomped it into peices with his foot and destroyed it...He called the providers and cancelled service...Gina Benson...Now fully clothed watched him in sheer horror...her conscience now eating away at her...All she had wanted was a sugar daddy..Tamika's Sugar daddy...The one she bragged about so much....All she thought was going to happen was that he was going to break up with her and send her on her way...She never figured on murder!!! She couldn't stay with this man...She could very well end up like Tamika...in the bottom of the ocean...never to be seen or heard from again.

Albert drove her back to her home in West Oak Lane in Tamika's car....The one she thought was hers , but was actually being leased by him...He returned the car and paid it off, saying that he would no longer be needing it!...He had a guy pick him up...He had to get dressed...He had an important meeting today!

In another part of town...Bristol continued to call Tamika..Instead of no answer ..He was told that the service had been disconected!! He went to the providers and inquired about it and was told that the phone's owner...a man! had called and discontinued service. He didn't need the man's name...not that they would have given it to him anyway...he knew....and he knew that Albert must know somehow about the day of lovemaking the two of them had had together.

He went to Tamika's Hotel.....He was told that no one by that name had ever stayed there...She had told him that she was from Camden...So he drove over the bridge and spoke to all of her relatives that he could find...None of them had heard from or seen her in two days....It was as though she had fallen off the face of the Earth.

He wanted to place a missing persons request in, but with what he was involved in...he could not chance getting involved with the police...Finally..He went to see Gina Benson...

"So you're Bristol?" she said.

"Yeah...Tamika told you about us..Told you to give her man, Albert a cover story...Did he ever ask you?" asked Bristol.

Gina broke down and cried....She was sobbing uncontrollably....Bristol didn't understand what was up....

"Look...I don't know who you are..but I suspect you're some kind of gangster...Tamika is dead,okay?" she sobbed.

"Dead? What? Oh no...you're kidding." said Bristol.

"I was there when he did it.....He -he-he-he..asked me if I'd seen her..." she sobbed...

"And of course you told him the truth...that you hadn't and that she was with some guy all day and asked you to lie for her!!!! You probably wanted to get in on her good thing right?? You scandalous heifer." screamed Bristol...

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry......" she said sobbing uncontrollably. Bristol was not in a sympathetic or forgiving mood.

"I didn't think he would kill her..I didn't...." she said.

"NO...What did you think he would do? You aint no school girl...I'm sure you've been around the block a few times....You've seen his type...You know who and what he is...What did you think he was gonna do?" said Bristol ,filled with a rage and greif he didn't know he was capable of...

"I'm soooooo sorrrrry...I'm sorrry....she was my friend....she was my friend....." sobbed Gina.

"Some friend...Where is the body?" asked Bristol.

"He dropped her in the ocean...She'll never be found...." said Gina.

"People like you disgust me.....I'm a gangster...I'm a bad man I suppose...but at least I'm honest about who and what I am...I don't pretend to be one thing ,while yet being another...." he said as
he walked out of her house and angrilly got in his car...

Meanwhile at Bottom of The "C", Dollar Bill's joint...an unholy meeting of evil men was taking place...From Atlantic City, "Steely" Dan Simpson, a major player and Donald"Don Juan" Banks,
another player was seated at a big table with New York players, Benny "Left Foot" Lancaster,
George "Goldbrick" Hawkins and "Two Ton" Tony Gillette. These guys were big time..They had their hands in sports betting, gambling, prostitution, drugs and murder for hire...They were as dangerous as you could get. Seated with them was Albert "Bossman" Attles.....

As hot steaming plates of delicious food and wine was delivered to all of them...the converstaion began....

"This ought to be some race tomorrow eh Bossman?" laughed Left Foot Lancaster...

"Indeed...Gentleman....There will be a $50 million dollar return on this..." said Albert "Bossman"
Attles.

"Yeah....and then you can settle up with us what you owe us." added Goldbrick Hawkins.

"But of course" laughed Albert uneasily....He owed all of these heavy hitters a considerable amount of money....He was alive only because of his past reputation and the fact that he had assured all of these men that this horse race was a lock and would yeild a huge pot.

"Bossman, after you pay all of us and whatever you gotta pay Bristol and his people how much is that gonna leave you? What? one, two million..BWAhahahahahahahahahahahahaha." laughed
"Steely"Dan Simpson.

It wasn't funny....This pot almost had to be 50 million.....He would be out of debt to the New York and Atlantic City Mobs and after paying Bristol his 20 percent cut...He would be left with just over three million....and Bristol was talking about wanting a 40 percent cut....Hell, that would leave him at possibly just under a million...No way this was going to happen. It was right then that Albert "Bossman" Attles got another idea...a sinister one.....He had known all five of these guys when they were just kids...ambitious little errand boys trying to come up...He had been one of the guys they looked up to and now they mocked him...laughed at him and he ironically enough owed them money....Here he had the biggest score of his life and they threatened to take it from him...Oh hell no....It was time to show him why they used to call him the Bossman!

In Center City Philadelphia at the same time , a young troubled woman was sitting in the FBI office...Special Agent in Charge , Frank Cotton listened to her story intently-

"So you say you witnessed him murdering someone?" he asked her.

''Yesssss.... I didn't see it because I was in the bedroom, but I heard him whipping my girlfriend with a belt and then strangling her...I saw him put her body in a body bag, weight it down and toss her into the ocean...." she sobbed.

"Her name is Tamika Rogers...I'm telling you she's dead and he killed her..." she sobbed.

"You'd be willing to testify in court?" he asked.

"Yes...but you have to put me it witness protection...He's dangerous, he'll kill me." she sobbed.

Agent Cotton handed her a napkin and then walked out of the room...He spoke to special agent,
Ellis Franklin..

"What you think El?" he asked.

"It aint much..but we been trying to put the Bossman away for years...We should at least have a talk with him." said Ellis.

"Hmmmmm" said Agent Frank Cotton.

And outside his boat at Penn's Landing...Albert "Bossman " Attles passes an envelope to another very bad man...His name is James "Jack" Daniels...a seasoned hitman from Washington, D.C.

"That's half...you get the other half when the jobs are done...." said Albert.

"You got some heavy hitters on this list....Benny "Left Foot" Lancaster, George "Goldbrick" Hawkins, "Two Ton " Tony Gillette...."Steely''Dan Simpson and Donny "Don Juan" Banks...Wow,all superstars." he said.

"Is there a problem?" asked Albert.

"Nope....Who is this last guy...Stephen Bristol??" asked Jack Daniels...

"A local guy...a Gambler....He'll probably be the easiest to hit...No muscle...No organization..a loner." said Albert...

"Okay....I'm on it...." said Jack Daniels...

"Good...I hope to hear from you soon....When you're done..Send me a text message that says...
simply- "Guns and Roses"..Then I'll text you and let you know where to meet to pick up the rest of the money." said Albert.

"Good deal" he said and got in his car and left.

Albert "Bossman" Attles looked out at the waters at Penns Landing and smiled...Soon the whole city of Philadelphia would know why they used to call him -"THE BOSSMAN" He was tickled to death.

In another part of the city, Bristol sat alone, drinking rum on the rocks and listening to Miles Davis, Sketches of Spain playing through the speakers...A pretty cocktail waitress walked over to him...

"Can I get you anything else?" she said with a smile....

"Hmmmmmmm...there is maybe one thing I might want" said Bristol with a smirk..

II-

The next morning...Bristol woke up in a strange hotel room.....His clothes were strown across the floor, there was a bra and panties and heels on top of his clothes....next to him in the bed was the pretty little cocktail waitress he had met in the bar the night before...sleeping soundly...and nude. Bristol rubbed his forehead and sighed...


(Definitely To Be Continued...)

4 comments:

Swaggie said...

Damn This is getting good..It started slow...but man, this is becoming gangbusters!

Tate 2 said...

This is hot man! I can't wait to see how this turns out...

Jazzy said...

I must admit...you have me on the edge of my seat now fam

Cheryl said...

I hated for this chapter to end...I'm bettin tomorrow is going to be a humdinger!