Bubbles giggled. “You know how I do, darling.” She vertically stretched out her nude body on Cobra’s, raining butterfly kisses all over his face and naked chest.
Cobra lost himself in her seduction as she kissed all over his body.
An hour earlier, Cobra was having a quick dinner at a restaurant on Molynes Road before making his runs, when the tempting Bubbles slid into the other unoccupied chair across from him. Surprised but very pleased, Cobra asked, “And you are . . .?”
“Bubbles.” She winked at him, leaning farther over the table, her two large breasts struggling to break free of the tight, low cut blouse.
Cobra stared at them with lust. Being one of Suave’s right-hand men had its perks, and sexy women like Bubbles throwing themselves at him was a regular thing. “Well, Bubbles, do you care to join me for dinner?”
“No. I’m not hungry.”
“Okay, so you’re just going to watch me eat?” Cobra popped a piece of fried chicken into his mouth and chewed on it, his eyes filled with amusement.
“Yes, and when you’re finished, I’d like to invite you somewhere.” Bubbles swiped her tongue across her full, glossy lips and winked at him.
Cobra’s smile broadened. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” Bubbles whispered mysteriously.
Thirty-five minutes later, Cobra was not only seeing but was feeling too. Led by his libido and not using his head, he found himself butt naked in a motel room with the strange, young lady.
Cobra, with a pleased grin on his face, his eyes closed in ecstasy, failed to hear the door softly opening and closing.
“Yeah, don’t stop.” Cobra protested when he felt Bubbles’s weight lifting off him. “We’re just getting—hey, what’s this?” Cobra’s eyes widened as he stared down the barrel of the .45 Magnum revolver.
“Don’t say another word or make a move,” the masked gunman leaning over Cobra warned. “Yo, Bubbles. Get dressed and get out of here.”
From the corner of his eye, Cobra saw Bubbles hurriedly dressing as instructed. It was at that moment it hit him that he’d been set up. After everything that was going on with King Kong and crazy Saddam, he was caught slipping. But Cobra wasn’t going out without a fight. “Who are you, man? What do you want?” he asked, inching his right hand over the pillow where his head lay.
“We want you, Cobra,” said another rough voice from the doorway. Raising his head so he could see, Cobra’s eyes locked with those of Danny, King Kong’s business partner that they had kidnapped and beaten.
Danny laughed out loud when he saw the terrified look on Cobra’s face. The “telephone” cut that ran from his ear to his mouth made him resemble the Joker. “My little sister came through for me, after all.” Danny nodded at Bubbles who was strapping on her sandals in the corner of the room. “I really wanted your boss, but he was a little bit more slippery than you.” Danny moved closer to the bed, smirking down on his captive. “So, we decided to set a trap for you instead, and look what we have caught...” He waved his arms wide open over Cobra as if he were a prize.
“All right, you got me, Danny. What do you want? Money? Drugs? What?” Cobra felt the edge of his fingers contact his gun. He shifted his body slightly, so his hand was now fully wrapped around the handle of the 9 mm under the pillow. A small detail that Bubbles missed.
“I said don’t move,” the masked gunman snapped before pulling the stocking cap off his face revealing his identity. “Make another move, and you’re dead,” said crazy Saddam.
Cobra felt like wetting himself. He wished it was anyone else except this psycho. Shucks, even the devil would have been a more welcome sight. Cobra knew his life was hanging by a thread. “What’s this about, Saddam?”
“What’s this about?” Saddam shouted. “You killed Dadda and ripped off our biggest loot, and you’re asking what this is about?” Saddam used the gun and slapped Cobra hard across his face, sending blood flying out of his mouth.
Cobra groaned deep in his throat from the pain. “We didn’t kill anybody, man,” he said in desperation. “We’ve been feuding for years. Have you ever heard of us killing anyone for drugs and money?”
Danny and Saddam shared a quick look. Cobra had a point. While Suave was a ruthless drug dealer, he wasn’t known as a killer.
“Okay, who did the job?” Saddam pressed the gun against Cobra’s head. “I said, who did it?” he yelled, hitting Cobra across his face again. This time, a few teeth loosened.
“Listen, man, I’m not here for any Q and A game. This vulture kidnapped and almost killed me,” Danny shouted. “You see this?” He pointed to the hideous scar on his face. “This was compliments of this fool. Smoke his behind, and let’s get out of here.” Danny knew he had a lot to lose as well. He was the one who gave Suave, Cobra, and Daddy Lizard the information about the stash house. If he killed Cobra, that would prove to King Kong that he had nothing to do with the murder and robbery. Danny’s own life was depending on Cobra’s death. “You want me to do the job or what?” Danny was getting impatient.
Bubbles gasped loudly, and all three men glanced over at her in surprise. They weren’t aware she was still in the room.
“Get out of here!” Danny yelled.
This was the opportunity Cobra was waiting for. He knew it was now or never. He pulled his gun from under the pillow, but Saddam caught the move and rapidly fired two shots, one behind each other, into Cobra’s chest.
Cobra screamed in agony, letting off a wild shot, his body twitching on the bed in the throes of death.
Bubbles shrieked from across the room before crumbling to the floor, a small hole in the middle of her forehead where Cobra’s bullet found its mark.
“Bubbles!” Danny
