Used By The Mob (4 page)

“Sure thing, Vinny, just give me the word,” Alberto replied,
holding his hands over his eyes. Stacey slowly pushed herself
upwards and rose to her feet. She pulled the chemise down as far as
it would go and waited patiently for the door to open. The dull hum
of surging electricity vibrated around the room as the lights
flickered back on just as Tony walked in. He held the door open for
Stacey, acknowledging the look of defeat on her face with a wry
smile as she trudged past him.

With Stacey out of the room, Tony remained inside, quietly
closing the door behind her.

“You know, Al, ever since we were kids I always looked up to
you. You were the best big brother a boy could wish to have,”
Vincent admitted from his seat within the cubicle. From his
position he could see everything in the room. “I don’t know where
it all went wrong. I wish I could have got to you sooner, I really
do, and maybe things would have been different. I knew about all
the horrific things you did with those women, even before you
started calling me up in the middle of the night and telling me
about it, but I loved you all the same. You’re family after-all.
For a while, that cop I told you about kept you out of trouble, but
I knew it wouldn’t last forever… It’s his fault you wound up here.
Don’t blame yourself for any of this… I want you to know that I
took care of him for you. You don’t mess with us Moriellos, right?
Listen, you know I love you, with all my heart, I do, but this
place can’t fix you. Nothing can fix you.”

He paused again, struggling to contain his
emotions.

“You can open your eyes now.”

Alberto, completely unaware of his surroundings, uncovered his
eyes to find the muzzle of Tony’s signature .38 revolver aiming
directly at his head.

“Goodbye, Al…”

Chapter 3

Eight months had passed since Tony shot Alberto dead in the
asylum. The nurse had also been found dead; strangled to death
inside the observing cubicle, but after a small bribe and some
wonderful acting by Barbara the receptionist, the cops were happy
to put it down to a security error on the restricted floor, which
ultimately resulted in a riot, two deaths and prison time for two
members of staff.

Another interesting development had occurred during this time,
and that was that Stacey had been made pregnant. She still lived at
Vincent’s place, but had been moved to an old out-building that
used to belong to Vincent Sr. before he passed away. More recently
it had been used to host the infamous Moriello poker nights; some
of the blood stains were still clearly visible on the walls and the
furniture and the smell of smoke and strong whiskey still lingered
in the air.

The truth of the matter is that Vincent had intended to make
Stacey a housekeeper, working alongside Monica. He believed that
she still had more to offer, and the fact that she had no family or
friends to speak of made her an ideal person to have around in-case
anything came up. Since finding out about the pregnancy, his views
had changed. He wanted her gone. Not necessarily dead, but gone,
for good. So what was stopping him? What was stopping him from
taking her to the sharks, forcing an abortion, or dumping her
somewhere across the border? Well, that would be Raylene, who found
out that the baby was a little Moriello, and ever since had acted
as though it was herself who had got pregnant. It was her idea to
move Stacey into the out-building, as she considered the room in
the main house too small. Of course, she also hated it when Vincent
played poker. Raylene was the only person that Stacey ever said
anything to, although their conversations were never deep or
intrusive, and more often than not it was Raylene doing all the
talking with Stacey her sole, passive audience.

Raylene had always wanted children of her own, but Vincent had
always been opposed to the idea. There was always a reason, the
latest of which was that he was too old. Before that it was that
Raylene was too old, which considering that she was a full decade
younger than her husband, was taken as an insult. He made bad
choices. He was irresponsible. Always some kind of
excuse.

With little less than a month left until the due date, Raylene
had visited Stacey for the second time since breakfast, this time
holding a box in her hands and wearing a huge smile on her
face.

“Look what I have,” she shouted as she bundled through the
door like an excited child. “It’s a baby monitor, so I can watch
you from the house.”

Stacey took the box unenthusiastically, and pretended to read
what was on the back, whilst Raylene fiddled with the tuning on the
monitor.

“Look at your bump. I think you’ve grown again since this
morning.”

“You said that the last time you were here,” Stacey replied
glumly. “How long ago was it? One hour? Not even that?”

“What’s wrong with you sweet-heart? Mood-swings? It’s only a
mood-swing if your mood changes you know? You’ve been in a bad one
ever since you got here.”

“What do you expect?”

Raylene was taken aback by Stacey’s volatile response, and
offered nothing in the way of a reply of her own.

“I was happy before all of this…” She sobbed, looking down at
her huge bump. “My husband was killed, by your husband no less, and
his brother, also a murderer, has put a baby inside me I don’t even
want.”

“Listen,” Raylene said, comfortingly, placing the monitor on
top of the television. “I never knew your husband, but I did know
Alberto. Not the messed up Alberto we all saw towards the end; the
kind, gentle man he was before. Al would have done anything for me.
You know, I never told anybody this, but he told me he loved me,
and please, promise not to tell anybody… but I loved him too. I was
already with Vincent at the time and things were complicated. Early
on in my marriage, me and Al had an affair. It only lasted a few
weeks then I called it off. It’s easy to say this looking back but
I regret that decision to this day. For the life of me I can’t even
remember why I stayed with Vincent. Al would have given me a
family. That’s all I ever wanted, a family of my own. So let me
tell you, if that little bump is anything like the man I used to
know, you have been blessed.”

Stacey sighed and held her face in her hands. She despised
everything about her situation, but she had always considered
giving birth to be a wonderful thing. Her mixed emotions toyed with
her every day and every night, keeping her awake, as she struggled
to come to terms with what she had become.

“You should get some rest,” Raylene advised. “Those bags under
your eyes aren’t flattering at all.”

Just as she had motioned for the door, Vincent walked in
looking extremely troubled. Breathing hard, his face burned bright
red, and his hands trembled with the rush of adrenaline coursing
through his veins. Holding a pistol in one hand and a monitor in
the other, it quickly became obvious why he was so
upset.

“You had an affair?”

“Vincent… I just…”

“You just what?” He yelled, grabbing her straightened red hair
and pulling her towards his face, holding the monitor in front of
her eyes. “Did you have an affair?”

“It was a long time ago, baby… it…”

“Oh, how stupid of me. It was a long time ago, so I must be
over-reacting.”

“That’s not what I meant, baby… calm down, you’re hurting
me.”

“I know, baby, I know. It’s not nice being hurt by the ones
you love, is it? I heard your moving speech about Alberto… well let
me tell you some other things about him… Let’s see… where to begin…
Oh yeah, the fact that he was a rapist and a murderer. He stalked
girls at night, coming out of clubs, finishing work, even the
homeless ones sleeping rough in the street. He kidnapped girls and
sold them to pimps, and they were the lucky ones, and make no
mistake, I’m looking at you when I say this sweet-heart. How do you
think you came to work for Bubba? Huh? Magic? It was Alberto’s
doing. As for the unlucky ones… they were raped, and then
strangled, and then as if that wasn’t enough, he had sex with them
again… I know; it’s disgusting, right? My own brother had sex with
dead bodies… It makes me sick. I don’t know why I tried to help
him. I made it worse…”

“Honey, please don’t blame yourself,” Raylene said, her
comment met with a fierce backhand across the face.

“You don’t tell me what to do, or what to feel ever again. Do
you hear me? You two are sluts. Look at you… with your swollen
belly… newsflash sweet-heart, your husband died eight months ago,
and here you are, sat in my home, eight months pregnant with a
lunatic child inside you. If that isn’t the behaviour of a whore, I
don’t know what is… And you… My own wife… I’m lost for
words.”

He took his pistol and struck Raylene powerfully on the side
of her head, knocking her unconscious, before turning to Stacey and
doing the same.

* * *
*

When Stacey came around, she noticed it was dark. As her eyes
adjusted to her new surroundings she realised that Raylene was on
all fours just opposite her, and they were somewhere outdoors. Her
tongue was swollen, sticking out of her mouth like a thirsty
pupping waiting for water. She was cold, with good reason. She had
been stripped bare, as had Raylene. Their arms and feet covered in
set concrete, unable to move even slightly.

Footsteps could be heard close-by.

Then they stopped.

“Good evening ladies,” Vincent said. “You’ll be glad to know
that I had a few drinks, and I managed to calm myself down a
little, just in time to see you two whores waking up. You may be
looking at each other and wondering why your tongues are drooping
out like that, well, the truth is, I injected them with an
anaesthetic. In my defence this was before I’d had a drink, so I
still hadn’t calmed down at that point. Anyway, I brought you here,
to this building site as I thought it was quite symbolic of our
current situation. You see, although this looks like an abandoned
shell of a building right now, in just a few months, there will be
a brand new maternity unit, right here. It’s poetic, I think. I
toyed with the idea of burying you both in concrete, so you could
be a part of the foundations forever, but then these old,
dishevelled looking men started walking on-site with their blankets
and what not, and I started thinking… maybe there is another way.
You see, by day, this place is filled with builders, but when night
falls, it’s a haven for the homeless. There’s dozens of them. So I
thought I’d give something back to the community for once in my
life, and offer these people something truly special. Raylene… my
darling wife… you wanted a family, well tonight you may just get
your wish, but good luck figuring out who the father is. I’m going
to go home and play poker with the boys, maybe try it on with
Monica, I haven’t decided yet, but I never… want to see either of
you two ever again in my life… Oh, and by the way… today is
Friday…”

With that, a bedraggled looking Vincent turned his back on the
women for good and left the site, an almost empty bottle of whiskey
in his hand.

Stacey looked on in horror as the first wave of old hairy men
crept up behind Raylene. Neither woman was capable of making a
noise loud enough to attract any sort of help, as all they could
muster were weak grunts such was the severity of the swelling. Even
without a swollen tongue, they were in a part of the city where
nobody went at night, and the constant barking coming from the
salivating mouths of some of the hobo’s’ canine companions would
most likely have drowned them out anyway.

Stacey could tell by the look on Raylene’s face that there
were some men behind her too, and before long, six or seven hungry
hands were exploring her helpless body. Rubbing her enlarged belly,
and squeezing her swollen breasts, their hands trembled nervously;
so long it had been since they had experienced the warmth of a
woman’s skin. It didn’t take much longer for the more adventurous
among them to start sliding fingers and tongues inside her, two or
three men at a time, every hole available. She looked again at
Raylene, who had a red, blistered cock half way down her throat.
She gagged from the smell, and probably the taste too, covering
each new cock in a coat of her saliva, which at least took away
some of the taste. She was swaying back and forth, as though she
was being fucked from behind, Stacey couldn’t tell as her view had
been obstructed by a man standing in front of her. Overrun with
pubic hair, it didn’t stop him from forcing his cock as far into
her mouth as he could. Like Raylene had moments ago, Stacey gagged
on the cock inside her mouth, and almost choked as it squirted a
pathetic amount of yellow ejaculate onto her tongue, almost as soon
as it had entered. The man tipped her head back as far as it would
go, forcing her to swallow the bitter liquid he had left inside
her.

The barking grew more intense, and as Stacey caught sight of
Raylene from between the boil covered legs of one of the men, she
realised why. Two of the men had poured tepid soup onto her back,
and it had run down her legs. The dogs, as hungry as their owners,
had wasted no time rushing toward Raylene, biting her, chewing on
her and licking the soup from the crease of her spine. Her eyes
screwed closed as one of the bigger dogs sunk his teeth into her
calf, all the while her body being fondled by a mass of hands. One
of the men positioned himself in between her legs, grabbed her
shoulders and thrust himself inside her. A few strokes later and it
was somebody else’s turn, and before long five or six men had each
filled her with their pungent ejaculate.