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Some  dark side and well-hidden truths (revisited)

    Jack and Jake were sitting at their  usual table at Marino's enjoying their usual blend of black coffee (five bucks a pop) when Jack's phone buzzed.
     A message from the usual ''unknown''.
     ''Your next job, should you wish to accept it is to get rid of this guy - photo included -  and his mistress''.  The sender did not add that the mistress in question just  happened  to be his cheating wife. ''I want you to make the scene as gory as possible.  As usual, and because this is a double task,  you get  twice the money, half
deposited upon acceptance of the deal, the other half when I  see it on the news, especially with all the reporters and cameras  in front of the house.  The fuck-head who's fucking my wife already has  all kings of gory stuff on his lawn.  Give them then money's worth'', this followed by the usual and necessary details in regards to the address  and the usual habits running like clockworks of the two love birds.
     The target-to-be was a lawyer who, though he normally worked terribly long hours, always made sure to be home early on these particular evenings because that is when the love of his life, the gorgeous Margareth came over while her husband thought she was at her yoga class.
     Jack and Jake made a few dry runs to make sure they had the right location and the specified evening they moved early and took their modified van with the logo of some made-up electric company on the side.
     ''Got everything?'' Jack asked
     ''Ya. I tripled check''
     Dressed properly in their electric company overalls, they made their way to the back of the house.  Jack took his tool kit from the front pocket of his dark blue overalls, easily picked the lock of the massive oak door and they were in.  No signs of an alarm system, but there could be some camera activated gyzmo somewhere, you never knew, but for  such a nice pile of money, it was always worth the risk.
     Nobody home yet.  They sat quietly down in the pénombre in the comfortable Queen Anne chairs by the fire side in the living -room.
     Nervous after a bit, Jack got up, took a peek outside.  A witch in the tree out front.  A few lights here and there as if it was Christmas.  All quiet.
     Then the car pulled up in the driveway.  Jack and Jake got ready stood behind the door. Turn of the key in the lock, Paul walked in and Jake immediately hit him in the back of the head with his bludgeon.  They gagged him, tied his hands behind his back, and dragged him near the chair they had taken from the kitchen.
     Jack used the chair so he could throw the  heavy rope over the crossbeam.  They then put the rope around his neck and, as Paul got back to consciousness, Jack took out his gun and told him to get  on the chair. Paul had no clues, fought against the gag, fought against being tied, but Jake kicked him in the nuts and told him to just shut the fuck up.
   ''Get on the fucking chair'' he ordered while pulling on  the rope.  Paul had no choice but to get on he if did not want to choke right there and then.
     Ok, he had clues, he reflected,  as he was starting to sweat heavily.  He was a criminal lawyer, was used to  threats but not this.  He tried to talk. Tried to scream.  Maybe if they removed the gag  for a second they could make a deal. He had three-hundred thousand dollars in his safe in the basement.
     ''You stay calm, asshole. You move, you lose balance, you die''.
     So they stayed that way. They waited.  They went back to their chairs, Jack practicing his aim on the target's forehead.
     Then the sound of another car in the driveway.
     Again they stayed behind the door. But this time Jake had his small piece of cloth prepared and filled with chloroform.  He got her the moment she walked in,  getting her from behind and pressing the cloth on her  face.  She dropped to the floor like a ragdoll.
     They brought her to the middle of the room, ignoring the moans and groans from the  hanging man and removed her clothes.
     ''Nice tits on her.  And shaved pussy. This one takes care of herself.  Such a waste'' Jake said.
     as she  slowly came out of the vaps Jake was  firmly holding her shoulders pinned to the plush cream-colored  carpet
     ''Whaaaaaaat'' she tried to mumble.
     ''Shut up, bitch'' was the answer as Jack, straggling her, smacked her one across the face.
     She tried to defend herself.  Not possible against two men as Jack forced himself onto her, penetrated, had his pleasure, came and spat  in her face.  She was then flipped on her belly and Jake then sodomized her..
     The job had to be finished.
     Jack took out his gun, silencer attached and hit her, twice in the face,  twice in the heart. then he turned to the crying and balling  Paul, fired two bullets in his balls as Jake kicked the chair away.
     ''Nice and easy job for fifty thousand each'' Jack laughed as they got back to their  van and  drove away in the dark of night.
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