Crime Family

This is a work of PURE FANTASY. ALL characters, settings, and plot lines are FICTION. STORIES CONTAIN VIOLENCE THAT PERTAIN TO THE PLOT.

Tragedy unfolds for two friends on vacation leading to a life of crime and sex-fueled adventures.

Intro: Luke and his best friend Pete take a vacation to Spain. A risky move at a brothel leads to destructive consequences. A crime boss gives Luke a test of loyalty for a chance of survival.

CHAPTER 1

PART ONE: Costly Mistake

Early in the morning at the break of dawn, Luke awakens in his hotel bed. His best friend Pete is up, having just showered.

"Rise and shine bro! We got another fun and exciting day ahead of us. Gotta make these last couple days count!"

"Like last night?" Luke asks with a chuckle.

"Just like last night!" Pete replies with a smile.

Luke gets up and heads to the bathroom to take a shower. Pete has the television on with the local weather report. He puts on his shirt when he hears a knock at the door.

"Housekeeping! We have extra linens!" A female voice says behind the door. Without looking through the peephole, Pete opens the door and is shocked when a man swoops into the hotel room. The man covers Pete's mouth with his blue latex glove-covered hand and holds a gun to his head. Everything happened so fast, Pete had no time to react.

"You scream, I'll spill your brains all over this floor. Do you understand?" The man says to him with the gun to his head and hand to his mouth. Spooked, Pete nods his head nervously. The man tells Pete to slowly walk backwards into the room. When he does, Pete is surprised all over again to see Bella close the door, dead-bolting it. Bella carries a backpack and pulls out duct tape from it, handing it over to the man. The man is dressed formally in a suit and tie like a sophisticated businessman. He's 6'2, lean and muscular, with neatly trimmed facial hair. The man puts duct tape onto Pete's mouth and advises Bella to get the rope out of the bag.

"Be ready by the bathroom door for the other one," the man says to her. Bella nods and hands the rope over to the man and takes out a small container. In it, a long needle with a syringe.

Luke steps out of the shower feeling refreshed. After he dries himself, he puts on his underwear and wraps his towel around his neck. His hair is still wet but he likes it that way to put on his fancy pomade. He just needs to get it and his deodorant from his toiletry bag in the room to finish up. Luke steps foot out of the bathroom and turns to his left to see his best friend tied with rope to the office chair in the room and duct tape to his mouth. Luke sees a man in a suit standing next to Pete with a gun in hand. Before he can say anything, Luke feels a sharp pain on the back of his neck. He falls forward, losing consciousness.

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Luke and his best friend Pete flew from Boston to Spain for a two week vacation. They've been close since first grade and have plenty of memories together throughout the years. Luke had recently completed his service in the military, spending over three years in the Middle East away from his loved ones. Pete had planned a trip for him just before his flight back home to the States. They've always talked about heading to Europe together. Exploring another country, going on adventures, and having a great time. Luke and Pete talked about hitting the clubs in Barcelona and taking a trip to the island of Ibiza for a weekend to party. Pete built most of the itinerary, wanting to spoil his best friend. Having been a few years since they last saw each other, they went all out on a European vacation in the peak of summer to catch up.

"This is going to be so much fun bro! A trip we'll NEVER forget!" Pete told Luke with excitement.

Luke and Pete enjoy their vacation in Spain making memories together. They explored the city of Barcelona with excursions and history tours. They took a ferry to Ibiza for their first weekend in Spain. Much of their time on the island was a blur with lots of drinking, clubbing, and flirting. Pete did his best at being Luke's wingman and introduced him to an Australian babe at a bar. Pete told her that Luke was military and recently got out, celebrating the completion of his service. She bought Luke a drink and they hit it off until they made out. She apologized to him saying she had a boyfriend before leaving him alone at the bar. Pete did better on his own and hooked up with a random babe from Prague. In the middle of their second week on vacation, Pete and Luke relaxed by the infinity pool of their hotel.

"This has been fun huh?" Pete asked his best friend, sipping on a beer.

"Couldn't have asked for a better time! Thanks for organizing all of this!" Luke replied.

"Dude, you fucking survived war! Anybody that gets out of that hellhole you were stationed at in one piece deserves a vacation!" Luke smiled drinking his beer. Their time left in Spain was limited. Pete wanted to do something crazy for the both of them to remember their vacation. And he had a plan in mind.

"What do you say we end our trip on a crazy note?!" Pete asks.

"Crazy? How so?"

"Let's find and share an escort! There's plenty of brothels around the city! It'll be easy!" Pete said with excitement. Luke glared at his best friend with a puzzled expression.

"Are you serious? Why pay for pussy when we can find some easy bitches at any club like we did in Ibiza?"

"Ok first off! You didn't get laid in Ibiza, I did! You made out with an Aussie and she bailed on you. Fun but not the same!" Pete said with a chuckle. He pulled out a thick wallet and handed it over to Luke.

"Take the cash out of my wallet for me."

Luke was surprised to see a wad of cash, all one-hundred dollar bills in US currency.

"Dude! Why are you carrying this kind of money on you? Pick pocketing is common here," Luke said to Pete.

"Relax bro, it's not a big deal. It's just some spare Benjamin FRENklin bills I got from a buddy of mine," Pete tells him with an emphasis on the surname of the historical figure.

"Say that again?"

"Benjamin FRENklin," Pete replied.

"You mean Franklin?"

"Nope! Take a look at the bills!" Pete advised Luke. He examined a crisp hundred dollar bill in his hand and sees "FRENKLIN" spelled under Benjamin Franklin's portrait on the bill. Counterfeit money.

"Pete, please tell me you haven't been using these out here! I know you aren't STUPID enough to try using these back at home!"

"Relax! I've been holding onto these for awhile. I never took the chance to use them back at home. Not trying to get my ass arrested," Pete said calmly.

"So what makes you think you can get away with spending the fake money out here?"

"It's a risk! But what are the chances that a brothel will verify the money here in another country? Especially when they see two Americans here looking to party. We'll find a sexy bitch, give her cash for a great time, and get the fuck out of there before they suspect a thing!" Pete said confidently. Luke was hesitant but decided to go along with his best friend. They've done stupid shit in the past and got away with it. This shouldn't be any different. And they'd have a crazy story to tell their friends back at home.

"Ok Pete. Your call. Let's find a brothel."

Pete and Luke got ready and took a cab to the red light district on the other side of the city.

"Have fun you two!" The cab driver said with a suggestive smirk dropping them off on a corner. They both made their way down the street, looking for the right club. From what Pete explained to Luke, most of the clubs on the street had brothels. Plenty of women coming around to the men at the bar area offering their personal services in the back. The "service" charge to be added to their bar tab with gratuity included.

"Aye! Are you two looking to smoke? Maybe party?" A random stranger on the street asked them. He looked shady with sunglasses worn at night with tight jeans and a dark leather jacket.

"We are," Pete replied.

"I recommend 'Spice' right on the corner. You'll see a big neon sign with the name on it. You'll find late-night happy hour drinks and beautiful women inside ready to have some fun!"

The man told them, giving Pete a slip of paper.

"Use my promo code to get into the club for free! Most of these clubs at this hour charge a cover to get in," the man said.

"Thanks!" Pete replied, handing the man a cash tip with legitimate money.

"You heard him, let's head over to Spice!"

Pete and Luke walked down the street and found the club on the corner with the neon sign, just like the man had informed them. They walked inside to find an attractive Spanish woman at the door. She greeted them and asked if they'd like seating at the bar or a booth. Pete chose the bar. Once seated, Luke and Pete ordered whiskey.

"I'll gladly get drinks for you both! I'll just need a credit card to keep on file for your tab," the bartender told them.

"Can we pay with cash?" Pete asked.

"Absolutely! I just need a card on file to keep your tab open. Just a policy we have at this club." Pete gave the bartender his credit card. The bartender brought their drinks shortly after and they sat chatting and looking around the club. The music is loud with plenty of well dressed men seated around in lounge chairs and booths with young, attractive women of all types.

"Anyone in particular that you want?" Pete asked Luke.

"Nah, not yet. Just keep looking. Maybe someone will come by."

When Luke is half way done with his glass, an attractive Latina with a black dress walked up to he and his best friend.

"Well hello handsome gentlemen! May I get you both another round? Maybe you can add a drink for me to the tab!" The woman said, glancing at Luke and Pete with seductive eyes.

"Whatever you want darling. It's on us. And another round for the both of us!" Pete said to her with a smile.

"Coming right up!" The woman replied with a wink. Luke stared at her walking by as she made her way to the bartender to place in the orders. She has straight, shoulder length hair. Her hair color is dark with hints of red in the golden light illuminated in the bar area. Her dress was simple with comfortable material and a tight fit that showed off her curves and breast size. The dress wasn't racy per say, which covered up her cleavage and extended half way down her thighs. Her legs were wrapped in fishnets and she wore dark suede ankle boots. Luke caught a better glimpse at her face with the lighting of the bar on her. She wore minimal makeup, with mascara and a red pink lip gloss on her thin lips. Her eyebrows are laminated and thin and she had on heart-shaped hoop earrings that drooped to her shoulders. She had a stern face. Her hazel colored eyes displayed disinterest as if she'd rather be anywhere else but there. When she caught them staring at her, she smiled. Her thin lips arched up with small dimples emerging. Her eyes failed to illuminate to match her weak grin. The woman returned with their second round of drinks. The bartender came by to hand her a gin tonic.

"Thanks for the drink!" The woman said to them, sipping her cocktail and slowly coming to life.

"What's your name darling?" Pete asked.

"You can call me Bella," she said with a smile higher in spirit.

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Luke wakes up in his bed shortly after passing out near the bathroom. His mouth is taped and his hands are tied with rope behind him. He sits up in a stir but instantly regrets doing so feeling a painful throbbing sensation in his head from the sedative Bella gave to him from behind. Luke sees the man in the suit standing next to Pete who's tied to the chair with his mouth still taped shut. Luke sees the hand gun with a silencer in plain sight, held by the mystery man.

"Good morning to the both of you."

Pete and Luke stare at each other, both completely horrified. The man is straight forward and begins to explain what's happening.

"Ok, you're both wondering who I am and why I'm here so let's begin...."

The man explains to Luke and Pete that they made a big mistake with the counterfeit money at the club and that they have no idea who they messed with. The man puts his gun down on the desk. He says to Luke and Pete that he needs to know who gave the fake money to the whore. He points at Pete and says that she said that he was the one who did it.

"She told me it was you but I need you to verify for me because..... you can't trust a whore," the man says to Pete looking at Bella. She's nervous but continues to keep her post by the front door.

"I need to know which of you paid Bella with the counterfeit money. I highly recommend we do this the easy way for both of your sakes. So here's what I need from the one who paid. Please place one foot in front of you as a way to tell me who did it since neither of you are at the liberty to speak." Luke and Pete remain still, not wanting to snitch on each other. They have a tight bond and are more like brothers than friends. The man asks one more time for whoever gave the fake money to place one foot in front of them and they both remain still. The man pulls a blade from his pocket and turns to Pete. With a sudden move, he stabs him four times repeatedly in his abdomen. Pete screams with muffled cries as Luke tries to plead with the man to stop with his mouth taped shut.

"One. Last. Time. I'm going to ask which one of you paid the whore with counterfeit money?? I'm losing my patience!!" The man says with anger building. This time, Pete and Luke each extend a foot to acknowledge the man. If they're to die, they'll die together. The man takes the tape off of Pete's mouth to hear him out.

"Uh...um..I uh...it was me. I paid Bella with the fake money," Pete says weakly. He's wounded with blood staining his white shirt and spilling onto the floor. Luke screams with his mouth taped up that Pete is lying and that he was the one who paid but is unsuccessful.

"Luke....I'm sorry. This is my fault. I need to make this right," Pete says. He procedes to tell the man to find his wallet on his nightstand. He has several hundred more dollars of the counterfeit money. The man has the prostitute grab Pete's wallet and pull out the fake money to confirm the truth. Luke continues to plead with the man that it was his money and he gave it to Pete. The man then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a credit card.

"I appreciate your honesty Pete. Also, I found this at the club. Figured you might want it back," the man says tossing his credit card at him. Pete stares at his credit card lying on the floor in front of him. He bows his head in defeat, tears beginning to spill down his face. He's losing consciousness from the blood loss thanks to his fresh stab wounds.

"Say a prayer Pete. Ask whatever Higher Power you believe in for mercy," the man says.

Pete takes one final look at Luke before bowing his head. Luke screams with his mouth taped, crying out loud when he sees the man grab the gun and aim it behind Pete's head. He watches the man pull the trigger, instantly killing his best friend. The bullet hits Pete in the back of the head and exits through his forehead, hitting the ground in front of him with a shell case hitting the floor behind him. The shot is quiet thanks to the silencer the man has applied to the gun. Luke sobs hysterically staring at Pete. His head remains in the bowed position as before. He turns to see the prostitute with a sinister smile on her face. Her hazel eyes that showed disinterest in he and his best friend the night prior illuminate in his grief.

Luke remembers the look on her face and in her eyes when Pete had his cock in her mouth, aggressively fucking her face. Her head hanging over the edge of the bed in the small room of the brothel. He stroked his cock at the sight of his best friend deep throating Bella. Pete had one leg on the floor with his other pressed between her breasts. His thighs bouncing up and down her upper body each time he thrust his thick shaft in and out of her mouth. Bella looked back at Luke with disinterest in her irises as Pete's ballsack lie over her nose and upper lip when he'd pause all movement with the entirety of his shaft in her mouth.

"That's going to cost you extra!!" Bella said with annoyance in her tone before she cleared her throat and smiled weakly at Luke as she jerked him off. Pete held her arms pinned behind her as he looked back up at Luke with a smile. They took turns fucking her in a spit roast. By the third time they switched, Pete wanted more. She sucked off Luke with urgency, trying her best to make him cum and be done with them. Bella paused with her mouth around Luke's cock when she heard Pete asking for anal.

"Charge whatever you want for me to shove it up your ass! No condom either!" Pete said to Bella as she continued to work on Luke.

"Condoms only!!" Bella barked at him.

"We'll pay you triple! Just relax! You're doing a great job spoiling my best friend! Keep him satisfied! And I'll be quick!" Pete told the prostitute. She reluctantly agreed.

"Your best friend is a douchebag!" Bella hissed at him in his ear as she rode him. She had her lips pressed against his to mask her painful moans as Pete stood behind her on the edge of the bed fucking her ass. Luke was able to cum while they double penetrated the prostitute. Pete came shortly after him once he took over fucking her solo. Bella screamed taking Pete's dick up her ass in missionary without a condom. She had Luke's hands in hers squeezing them tightly, digging her nails into his palms. His best friend had a bigger cock with a thick shaft. When Pete gave her the counterfeit cash for her services, she took one last look at Luke before exiting the small room. A look of dissatisfaction, frustration, and relief that her evening with them was over.

"You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes," Bella says bringing back to reality. Luke knows he and Pete did her dirty but he can't believe how cruel she is. He just lost his best friend. The man then points the gun at Luke. He prepares to meet his end, bowing his head in defeat. The man looks at Luke's night stand and sees his wallet sitting there. He tells the prostitute to grab it for him. When he gets it, the man pulls out Luke's ID seeing his full name.

"Lucas Kelly Smith."

He then finds Luke's military ID and discovers that Luke is a Marine. He asks Luke if he served and he weakly nods his head. The man tells Luke that he'll remove the tape from his mouth and promises to shoot him if he tries to yell for help. Luke agrees to stay quiet.

"Where did you serve?" The man asks.

"Iraq."

"Combat?"

"Yes." Luke says, briefly having flashbacks of a coordinated ambush on his unit less than a year prior. The man stares at Bella for a moment. He steps away from them to make a quick phone call in the bathroom and comes out shortly after.

"Ok Mr. Lucas Kelly Smith. You have one chance of survival and making things right. If you can't agree to the terms, you'll end up like your buddy."

"What do you have in mind?" Luke asks the man after a moment to think about what he said.

"Come with me and find out."

The man takes out a flip phone and punches a number on speed dial.

"I made a mess at work. I'll text the address and room number," the man says before hanging up the phone.

"Stay here and wait for help to arrive. Don't let anyone else walk into this room. You'll hear four knocks and look through the peephole to make sure that it's covered. That's your only cue to open up the door. Do you understand?" The man asks Bella.

"Yes sir."

The man has Luke throw on some clothes and follow him, exiting the back of the hotel into a tinted Mercedes sedan. He promises Luke if he tries anything stupid, he'll shoot him. Luke follows and gets into the car. There's another man seated in the back. The man has a gun pointed at Luke's head and forces him to put on a dark hood to prevent him from knowing where they're headed.