I’m forty-five years old, divorced with no children. I train at my Cousin Lou’s boxing club four times a week. In my line of work it pays to stay in shape. Bad guys don’t always cooperate; sometimes they need a little convincing to play nice. Nothing like a few loose teeth in their heads to make them more cooperative.
For ten years I was a police detective in the Little Italy district of Toronto. I decided to go out on my own five years ago, after I had investigated or arrested most of my friends and family. Social and holiday gatherings had become awkward to attend. As you probably guessed, Little Italy is mob territory. It has always been one of the cleanest and safest neighborhoods to live in. I opened my office there. I grew up in that neighborhood; besides, you couldn’t find better food anywhere else in the city. I knew every cop and mobster in Little Italy. Both sides of the law would hire me, when things were on the brink of getting out of control.
Ling and the BMW
My contract with a wealthy and powerful member of the Chinese community, Winslow Po, had come to an end. And by wealthy and powerful, I mean he's a ruthless crime lord. He had hired me to drive his daughter to a very exclusive and ridiculously expensive school. The contract was for one semester. Ling, his daughter, was a music prodigy. Her father wanted to give her the best of everything. She was nineteen years old, and a piano virtuoso.
Normally, Mrs. Po would drive Ling to school and pick her. Ling had decided that it was time to have her own driver. And that her friends would get a kick out of her having a badass for a driver and bodyguard. Peer pressure of the rich and shameless. I wasn't going to complain. One thousand dollars a day for a forty-five minute drive was easy money. Her mom would pick her up from school. All I had to do as get her there on time. Eat your heart out Jason Statham.
I would quickly find out that Ling wasn't as innocent as her parents believed her to be. You could add master manipulator to her repertoire. Her forte; excuse the pun. She had complained to her father that she didn't like my car, and would refuse to go to school if he didn't provide her a 735i BMW to be driven to school in. The same model she had seen in a movie. Winslow purchased the vehicle for me. The BMW's ownership would be transferred to me when the contract expired. If Ling was pleased with my service.
Winslow interviewed me for the job at his daughter's demand. She had seen me on a YouTube video disarming a would-be assassin on his way to allegedly murder a rival crime family member. The intended victim was a low ranking member of the Bianchi crime family. The hit was to go down while he was leaving Sunday morning Mass. The hitman was local, a drugged out biker, who confessed that the Russian mob hired him. There was a connection with local bikers and the Russians. But it was only a distribution connection. The bikers moved a lot of drugs for the Russians.
None of it made sense to anyone. No mobster in their right mind would dare order a hit in Little Italy, let alone in a church.The Russian mob was mostly made up of ex-military and mercenaries. No way would Uri, the head of the Russian mob, hire a drug addict to carry out an execution.
The incident got the full attention of Leo ‘The Lion’ Tantarro. The mob boss. And that’s never a good thing.
Truth is, I had no idea he had a gun. It was early Sunday morning. I was hungover and sore all over after a night of drinking and fucking with a waitress that worked at a local bar. Connie and I would get together when time allowed for booze and sex. Our relationship has no strings attached it, it's just sex. Instead of strings, handcuffs are attached to it. Connie liked being cuffed to the bed--fridge, stove, in the closet--any place or anything, that handcuffs could be attached to she wanted to try it. On many occasions I pulled a muscle while fucking her because of the position I had to get myself into.
I don’t understand why women like being handcuffed. All of the women I ended up in bed with would always ask me if I had my handcuffs, and if I would handcuff them while I fucked them. One of life’s many mysteries I would never solve. Hey, I didn’t mind at all. I was getting laid a lot, after all.
I had stopped to pick up a triple espresso and a cannoli from my favorite Italian bakery, Gino's. Gino's mom makes the best pastries, period. Gino is my best friend; we grew up together, got in trouble together, and we eat way too many cannoli together. We’re more like brothers than friends.
The biker was jacked up on meth; he bumped into me and the silver revolver fell out of his pocket. My espresso and cannoli were sent airborne and landed next to the revolver. He called me a dumb fuck and shoved me. I punched him in the mouth and knocked him out.
Cops and mobsters were on the scene in minutes. Someone uploaded the incident captured from a shop's CCTV to YouTube. It made the news. As much as I hate drawing attention to myself, the exposure increased my business. I got so busy that I had to hire a secretary.
Back to my interview with Winslow. It was short and sweet.
"Touch my daughter and I'll personally chop you up and feed you to my dogs. She has to remain a virgin til her wedding day. She has been promised to a very wealthy industrialist's son in China," Po smiled at me as he petted one of his two massive Shar Pei's.
Po doesn’t look like a mobster. He stands five-foot-six, with arms too short for his body. He resembles a bald garden gnome. But as I said before, he’s ruthless. I assured him his daughter was in good hands. “I’m a professional, Mr. Po. I wouldn’t dream of giving your dogs heartburn.”
You guessed it; my mouth gets me in a lot of trouble.
He grunted and waved his hand, signaling me to get out. I was more than happy to leave his office. His dogs made me nervous.
I arrived at the Po mansion early Monday morning. Driving the BMW was exhilarating. It’s a fine automotive machine. Ling and her mom appeared minutes after I had parked in the circular driveway. Ling kissed her mom on the cheek and headed for the car. I got out and opened the back passenger side door for her as I nodded at Mrs. Po. She purposefully ignored me.
I drove without talking to Ling, taking quick peeks at the rear view mirror at her. She was busy looking down and typing on her cell phone. When we hit a red light Ling got out of the car and opened the front passenger door. I thought she wanted to sit in the front. I was partially right.
She placed her hands on the roof of the car and asked me, “You like my legs?”
The maroon skirt with gold trim she was wearing covered very little of her slim, sexy legs. She was a beautiful young lady. Add knee white high socks, and the penny loafers that she wore, with her white shirt tied off above her belly button. She looked like a porn star in a schoolgirl video. Ya, she was hot, but not hot enough to get chopped up over.
“Get in the car, Ling,” I ordered in my best tough guy voice.
“Not before you tell me I have sexy legs,” Ling replied in her best tough girl voice.
I chuckled. “You have very sexy legs. You are a very beautiful young lady. Now, get in the car before I shoot you.”
Ling stuck her head in the car and excitedly asked, “You have a gun? With you? Right Now? Cooool!”
“Get in, Ling. The light is going to change.”
She got in and turned in her seat to face me. I could feel her stare burning into me.She wanted to see my gun.
“No, you can’t see my gun. Now be a good girl. Being chopped up and fed to dogs is definitely not on my bucket list.”
“Huh? You mean my dad? He’s a pussy. It’s my mom you have to watch out for,” Ling informed me casually.
Winslow Po, a pussy? He’s a cold-hearted killer. Before I left the police force there were fifteen unsolved murders that spanned China Town and Little Italy. All compliments of Winslow Po trying to muscle in on the Italian mob. Leo the Lion, the Capo di Capi, hit Po hard. A mob war ensued. A lot of people died, a lot of property was destroyed, and I had to look the other way. The police chief announced that the murders would remain unsolved. Everyone knew exactly who was guilty, but, when you have as much money and power as Leo and Winslow, not only you are above the law, you get to write and enforce the law as you see fit.
Winslow owned a lot property on the waterfront. Leo owned twice as much land and property on the waterfront. A casino was being considered to be built on the land that the two mobsters owned. Winslow wanted to muscle Leo in to selling him his property. The bill to approve the casino had all but been passed by the government. Both of them were going to make a shit-ton more money than they already had accumulated. Not that they were hurting for cash. They had more than they could ever spend.
“You have handcuffs?” Ling asked with a smile.
I lit up a smoke and replied, “In the glove compartment.”
She pushed on the latch, opened the glove compartment and grabbed the handcuffs.
“Kinky!” Ling exclaimed, “I’ve never been fucked while handcuffed.”
Ling's remark caught me off guard and I choked on the cigarette smoke. I coughed hard.
When I got my breath back I turned to Ling and warned her, “Stop fucking around! Your dad is a bad man. I’ll quit this job right now, Ling. I’m serious. And what is it with all you women and handcuffs?”
“Pffft. Pussy! You are a big disappointment, Dante. I thought you were a badass,” she replied and she rolled her eyes at me.
“Ling, I cannot explain how big of a fuck I don’t give about disappointing you. I got hired to drive you to school, not to amuse you, or to be chopped up and fed to dogs. Are we clear?” I snarled.
“Whatever,” she replied as she turned to look out the window.
The peace and quiet lasted for exactly fifteen seconds.
“I made myself cum twice in the shower this morning,” Ling mischievously taunted me.
