The Frenchman's Revenge Read Free Page B

Frenchman looked at the huge man who was sweating like a pig and smell ed like rancid meat .
    “ You’ve made your last dollar on the backs of Chinese, Tony. ” He added with an ironic grin , “ But then you’ve made you r last dollar period. ”
    Tony said, “ O kay , Frenchie . Let’s get real. Y ou know the organization that is behind us. We’re just a small part of it . I f you’re not careful , you’re gonna have the whole goddamn mob up your ass .”
    The Frenchman took a drag off his cigarette and quirked an eyebrow at Tony.
    Tony blundered on, “All right , Frenchie, I’ll help you out . I’ll tell the big boys to leave you alone . I’ll tell them w e never should have come to C alifornia. I’ll tell ‘ em we need to stay in the East. Christ, you can take th is whole fuckin state , for all I care. I sure as hell do n’t want it. You can fight it out with the Irish. ”
    The Frenchman studied him. A wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
    “ Hmm , California , huh? I don’t know about you , Tony, but that seems a rather limited option to me. This table would appear to have a great deal of room. Especially since you and your men won’t be sitting at it any longer .”
    The Frenchman ’s eyes hardened as if tiring of humoring a repulsive child. He tossed his cigarette to the floor and turned to Nianzu.
    “ Strip him. I want to see all of the man that does what Tony does . ”
    Tony blanched and cried out, “No, no, please, tell me what you want from me... ”
    Nianzu and Quitin each grabbed hold of one of his arms and hoisted Tony to his feet a s Louie kicked his chair out from under him.
    Louie said in a harsh voice, “Take off your clothes, asshole. N ow , or I’ll shoot your fingers off one at a time . Then I’ll then start taking your toes.”
    Tony stared in horror at the man he had thought was one of his own . He shook so hard that he had trouble unbuttoning his shirt.
    Nianzu took a knife from h is boot and said with a sly smile, “ H ere , let me help you.”
    With a quick slash , he cut the buttons off the shirt driving the knife in just deep enough to leave a thin line of blood from Tony’s neck to his waist. Tony screamed in pain as Louie and Quitin pulled off his shirt.
    “Now your pants, fat man . D on’t make me use my knife again to help you. No telling what I might cut off , ” Nianzu said with a grin.
    Tony struggled with the buttons on his pants , huffing and puffing like a locomotive lurching up the side of a mountain. He got the pants down to his knees , but lost his balance toppling to the floor -- a heap of writhing flesh.
    “Jesus God, what a pig,” Quitin muttered. He reached down in disgust and pulled off one of Tony’s boot s, then the other . F inally , he jerked the pants of f the huge man , who was wallowing on the ground like a giant catfish .
    He started to pull off Tony’s long underwear but turned to Louie , his forehead creased with disgust. “Help me, Lou. I don’t think I’ve seen or smelled anything like this in my life.”
    Louie gave Quitin a sympathetic grin and said to Tony, “You got two minutes to get naked and stand up . O r I start shooting.”
    To underscore his point , he aimed his gun at Tony’s foot and fired, grazing his ankle. Tony screamed in pain , n o longer tr ying to hide his panic . Shaking like a wounded elephant , he struggled out of his foul smelling underwear . He crawled first to his hands and knees , then , using the table as a brace , he pulled himself up to standing. His face was purple with fear. Any vestige of anger was long gone , replaced with terror.
    The Chinese men stared in amazement at the mammoth mound of quivering human flesh before them .
    No one spoke for a moment , then Quitin said pointing his gun at the fat man’s groin, “ Christ, does he even have a prick under all of that ?”
    Wattu said in disgust, “He probably had to have one of his men hold back the fat so he could get his cock out far