Part II-Chapter 16: SOLD

Chapter 16

Sold
(Ó 2009)

Outside in the Parking Lot of

The Siberia Restaurant

2:25 AM

 

“Are you sure you’re alright driving Dee Dee?” Asked Jorge, as he escorted her to her car in the now dimly lit parking lot. “After all you did a few good shots of that vodka earlier.”

“Don’t concern yourself with it,” she answered coldly, “that was over four hours ago. I’ll be fine driving, don’t worry.”

Jorge snorted slightly as they then stopped beside Dee Dee’s black Cadillac, “Why Dee Dee, you sound upset. Is there anything wrong?”

Dee Dee Stillwater stopped abruptly at the side of her car and answered angrily, “Don’t be condescending to me you g-d damned son-of-a-bitch! You sold me! You sold me to those motherfucking bastards! Sold me like a g-d damned common kitchen slave!”

“Oh for Christ sakes Dee Dee!” Jorge said with a condescending smirk, “Does everything, and I mean everything with you revolve around fucking slavery? I mean really, it ended in fucking 1865 already! When are you going to get over it?” He then erased his smile and said to her in extreme significance, “Or when are you going to fucking quit milking it for all that it‘s worth to you?

“Fuck you Jorge!” Her voice began to rise, “Who the fuck do you think you are talking this way to me, and do you forget who I am?”

Jorge then angrily stepped within inches of her, his nose just almost touching hers and he pointed his finger to her face, “Shut the fuck up right now Dee Dee Stillwater, lower your fucking voice right now and I fucking mean it. They both are still inside back there, and they can probably hear everything you’re saying.” She then went silent and looked towards the restaurant. “Yeah that’s right, look over there. Look at the thing that has finally come along to frighten the great fucking Dee Dee Stillwater.” He then stepped back, but only a very short distance. “Okay Dee Dee, you’re right, I did fucking sell you, if that’s the way to make you understand, yeah I sold you to the Pieter Chekov.”

“Why would you do such a thing?”

Some relative calm came to him, “Because somebody had to rein you in somehow Dee Dee. G-d Damn you. Your fucking selfishness is making things dangerous to everyone. You never compromise, you’ve made more enemies than friends; and you’re like the drug dealer that gets hooked on his own product. Only with you? Well, it is you. You yourself have believed all the bullshit about yourself and you’ve started to become a liability.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

He stepped up to her again and said through gritted teeth, “You’re a fucking politician you fucking idiot. And all this fucking attention that you crave and bring on to yourself? Well it draws attention to us all. Especially in the fucking Chicago City Hall you moron?” He then backed away again from her, “You have to win all the fucking time don’t you Dee Dee? All the fucking time. You refuse to lose even once, no matter how wrong or ridiculous the cause, when you can’t win, then you piss, moan, cry and start calling everybody around you a racist or a bigot and so on and so forth until you win. You’re like a spoiled little fucking brat that has a tantrum until you get your way.”

Jorge took another step back, drew in a breath then let it out and then looked at her sternly. “It’s exactly like I told them in there, I allow myself to lose some a few times in order to win a lot more later. Even in the city chambers. Your adversaries then don’t become your enemy.” He then stepped up close to her again, “Enemies enough so that they start watching your every fucking move and looking for every little dark aspect in your life.” He looked her right in the eye and asked, “Don’t think that I don’t know about the skeletons in your closet Dee Dee, you’ve made so many enemies over the years that they will be happy to spill all the shit that they know about you and not expect anything in return.” He then backed away from her again.

She stood silent for a moment then asked, “So what happens now?”

“What happens is this Dee Dee, you do whatever it is that the Chekov’s need of you, plain and simple. Don’t ever argue with them and don’t ever question them, and above all no matter what they ask … excuse me … tell you to do, just do it, no matter how hard, do whatever it is that they ever want.” He paused and looked back to the restaurant and then back to her, “As a matter of fact, I have to tell you what it is they want right off the bat.”

“What’s that?”

“Simple, the General. They want you to deliver the General and the Eight Balls. They want you to start negotiations with him and get him on board.”

“On board for what?” She asked puzzled.

“On board to fix and then continue what has been fucked up … twice. To fix everthing and get business flowing again.” Jorge said. “You see Dee Dee, what’s happened here is that these fuck ups have created a void here in this region. The Colombians now don’t know who is capable enough for them to even trust with bringing their product here. The two debacles with Gem P and Carlito have created that void.”

“And Pieter Chekov believes that he can fill it.” She said disgusted.

“Precisely.”

She looked up at him skeptically and asked, “What’s the hold he has on you Jorge?”

“Pieter Chekov and his son have no hold on me Dee Dee, I’ve made sure to avoid that ever since I’ve known him. Our relationship has been built on favors. I do favors for him, he does them for me. I have people look the other way on things; he then, well will do something for me in return.” He placed his hands in the pockets of his trousers and his arms held open his jacket. “He helped me smooth things over with the Colombians very quickly by talking to them, which was a big favor he did for me.”

“So how are you going to pay a favor like that in return?” She asked.

“I already have.” 

“How’s that?”

He smiled at her sardonically and said, “I delivered you to him.”

She clenched her fists and stomped her foot, “You G-d damned son-of-a-bitch!”

He then stepped up to her forcefully and she quickly then backed down, “Keep your fucking voice down you stupid bitch.” He now stood over her. “I only do favors for the Chekov’s because this way then, they and I are always even. Didn’t you hear him in there at dinner? Offering me to give me back the money I lost? Listen honey, if I am willing to lose two million to stay out of jail, then you can bet your big black ass that two million bucks in cash is not worth it to me to have the Chekov’s owning my mine.” He then backed away a couple of feet, “If any type of money is in any deal with the Chekov’s you can be damned sure you will never be rid of them. They will have you forever.”

She then asked, “Okay then, if I’m going to be involved with them, then what is my cut? What’s in the deal for me?”

He just looked at her with disbelief, “Cut? What the fuck do you mean cut? Are you that fucking stupid? Are you really that fucking naïve? You’re asking about a cut? You’re so narcissistic and self centered that you really think your going to gain anything out of this?” He stepped close again, up to her face. “There is no cut for you Dee Dee, you get nothing. Your cut is that Pieter Chekov has made your potential problems disappear. Dee Dee, he just pulled four million dollars, cash, out of thin air, in a matter of hours and cleared up your fuck ups. Fuck ups that could land that stupid fat black ass of yours in prison. Can’t you comprehend that? Four million bucks in cash. The fucking president of the United States can’t even do that. Can’t you see what kind of man can do something like that? Do you know what kind of man it is that can do that? A man that you can never fuck with, that’s who.”

Dee Dee then came to the realization of just what her situation had now become. She then leaned against her car and folded her arms. “Oh God, I am so fucked.”

“That’s right you are Dee Dee, and to tell you the truth, I don’t give a shit because you’ve always had it coming. Like I said, you believe yourself the bullshit that you have made up about yourself. The ‘African Amazon Warrior’. I know I’m no saint, but I don’t fuck with my own people. You? You just never gave a shit about anything or anyone except yourself in your life. You took who you were with the 4-S and you twisted the arms of your own people to get into your office. And for what? Just to hide the fucking shit that you were still doing with 4-S. A gang leader, now in City Hall. Did you even use your political pull to help those in your ward so as to even just cover your ass? No, you keep them stupid and you keep them angry, and you kept them frightened, just to keep your ass where it is. But that’s not the worst of it, you keep them addicted the poison you push. You let your dope be sold in your own neighborhood. You keep your own people fucked up to keep you living large.” He began to pace at little as he spoke more to her. “Like I said, I’m no saint, but I didn’t push my dope on my own people, like you do. I make sure it gets sold in all those north side gringo night clubs, and to the yuppies on Michigan Avenue and La Salle Street. You pimp out and use your own people, and that … is what makes you … a nigger.”

Dee Dee Stillwater just stood there, speechless.

“But now there’s this other problem you have Dee Dee.”

“What is that?” she asked whispering.

“It’s not a that, it’s a who.”

“Who is that then?”

“Why, him of course.”

She looked at him puzzled, “Him? Him who?”

“Oh Jeezus Dee Dee.” He said with some astonishment, “Him! The guy who has created all this shit for you and for me. Our invisible super hero we’ve got running around out there.”

“How is he my problem?” She asked.

“That did it Dee Dee, you have just proved to me how fucking ignorant you are, how fucking out of touch with the situation you really are. Here, let me educate you real quickly. Hey, you stupid fucking cunt, you are linked to the last three attacks that this fucking psychopath has done.”

She looked at him wide eyed.

Jorge shook his head in affirmation, “Yeah! Yeah you bitch. You are linked to the last three. That fucking FBI agent in Missouri that Julian is going to see on Saturday? Why the hell is he even fucking with you in the first place? You see Dee Dee, your enemies look into things. When you told me about it, I looked into it. It didn’t take much. All I had to hear is what this Gregior Divic asshole did for a living. It wasn’t his drug dealing that peaked my interest, no; it was that other trafficking he’s involved with. When I heard that, I just had to put two and two together, and it showed me that some of the other things that I’ve heard about you have got to be true … you short eyed dyke.” She looked up at him in shock. “Yeah that’s right, they way you’re looking at me right now confirms that. You thought you were so invincible, that there was nothing that would ever bring you down.”

She turned her back to him and faced her car.

“And let me tell you one more thing that’s going to fuck your evening up even more. You’re connected to the attack on this Divic scumbag, your connected to the attack on Gem P and you are even connected to the attack on Carlito.”

She turned to him abruptly, “Carlito is your man you bastard.”

“Yes, but the money Carlito had was my money that cannot be traced to me, money that I only knew of, money that I keep on the side. You did know of that deal, that’s connection enough.” He then stepped up to stand over her again and said, “And if I can figure this out, then how long do you think that it will be before Todd and Jaworski do?” He then leaned close to her and spoke gently into her ear, “If they haven’t already?” He then backed away from her by a few feet. “Go home now Dee Dee. Go home now and get some sleep. Tomorrow start to figure out the way that you’re going to set up a meeting with the General, and do what you have to do to get him on board with this. Don’t disappoint Pieter in anyway. You don’t want them ever asking you that question.”

“What question?”

He then took a few more steps backwards and answered, “You don’t ever want either Pieter or Julian to ever ask you in that fucking happy tone of theirs, you don’t want them asking you how your family is and if they are well.” He took two more steps backwards, “I’ve seen them ask a couple of people, it’s not pretty I tell you.” He turned and then headed towards his own car. He then said aloud, “Good night Dee Dee, go home now, get some sleep.”

She then stood there and watched as he got into his out Lincoln Towne Car, start the engine, and then give her a wave good-bye before he drove away. She waited until he got to the exit of the parking lot and watched as he turned right and then sped away. She was alone now in the parking lot, looking around with her arms crossed. In a few moments she got into her, started the engine, and then she too drove away and went home.

However, she never did get any sleep.