Sunday Crime Trilogy - Part Three - No Choices

You awake to the sounds of Johnny Cash singing, "I woke up Sunday morning, with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt." You always put this song on your alarm for Sundays, and it always seems to represent your situation for the day. Today is no different. You feel something warm touching your leg. You look down and see a young girl with blonde hair has her lips wrapped tightly around your still soft cock, and she has taken it most of the way into her mouth and is sucking away at you.

You reach down and slide her hair away from her eyes and she looks up at you. She is young, at least a couple of years under 18, but she is really going to town on your cock. She has the first half of it buried in her mouth, and she is bobbing her hair up and down in short, quick strokes. You can feel her tongue caressing the head of your cock each time it enters her mouth and you moan and grab her hair tightly in your hand. 

You thrust your hips upward towards her face and she gags as your cock begins to strike the back of her throat. 

You grab her by the hair and continue thrusting your cock up and into her mouth until you feel the cum beginning to surge within your balls. You make a few additional thrusts and then, without warning, you begin to unload in her mouth. She shudders and tries to pull her head off your cock, but you grab her head and hold it down. "You aren't going anywhere bitch," you tell her. "Now fucking swallow that cum." 

Some of it leaks out the side of her mouth, but as you finish shooting she swallows hard. You let go of her hair and she obediently opens her mouth to show you that she has swallowed everything. Bitches can be trained. You look over to your left.

You give the girl a light slap to the face and say, "Alright bitch, now get the fuck off me. I have to get up and go to work." 

She looks up at you and nods her head. "And you better make some fucking money today. The fucking skim those assholes who own you are giving me is fucking shit." 

"I'm sorry," she responds softly. "I'll do my best, sir." 

You pull on your pants and a shirt and grab your gun and your badge from the table. "You fucking better. I'm not in this just for the fucking pussy, however nice it is." 

She nods. 

You give your partner a call. "Hey, yeah, it's me. I'm going to be over to pick you up in a few minutes. Be ready for me outside." 

You head downstairs and jump in your unmarked vehicle. You travel the few minutes from the motel room to your partners place. You get out of the vehicle and wait outside the apartment building smoking a cigarette. 

Out of the building walks your partner. She is a 24 year-old rookie cop. She is Latina, with a thick ass and a pretty face. And she's dirty, both in bed and with regards to crime. It didn't take long to turn her. 

She jumps into the unmarked cruiser beside you. "How's it going babe?" she says with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. 

You give her a grin, "Having a good day so far. Got some head from one of those nice bitches who works for our client. Could always use some more though."

She looks at you and laughs. "In the fucking cop car?"

"Am I ever kidding about wanting someone to suck my cock?"

She looks at you. "I guess you aren't really kidding about wanting to get your cock sucked... even at fucking 8:15 in the morning."

"Of course I'm not fucking kidding. Now fucking get to it, babe." 

You start the engine of the car and she leans over, unzipping your pants. The windows are tinted, and so no one can see as she pulls your cock out of your pants as you drive out of her parking lot and into the street. 

Her lips wrap around your cockhead and she begins sucking. "Fuck yeah, Maria," you tell her. "Suck that fucking cock." She bobs her head up and down as she sucks, and in a couple of minutes your cock is hard again. 

She wraps her hand around your cock and spits on it and then begins jerking on it as you suck her. As she's sucking, a call comes into the radio at about 8:20AM. 

"We have shots fired at the BMO at Burrard and Dunsmuir. Any units in the area please responds."

You pull Maria's head off your cock and push her back over to her side. "Get the fuck off me, bitch. We have a fucking call." She leaves a trail of spittle to your cock and there is saliva dripping down her chin.

"And wipe your fucking face off. You look like a fucking whore." She quickly wipes her face off with her sleeve and looks at you indignantly. 

"Do you not get that you should fucking put my cock away too?" She immediately grabs your cock and shoves it back into your pants and then zips you back up. 

You speed through the streets, although there is not a ton of traffic at 0820 on a Sunday morning. As you pull up in front of the BMO, there is already one cop car on the scene, and there are two officers huddled behind their vehicle.

You walk over to them, shouting, "Why the fuck are you waiting out here, you fucking pussies?" Maria follows you as you walk towards them. One of them shouts at you, "Get the fuck down!" Before you can react, someone begins shooting from the bank in front of you, and you dive to the ground. You hear Maria scream, and you look back to see she has been hit in the leg. Fuck.

You return fire, shooting at the front windows of the bank. "Return fire you fucking pussies!" you yell at the cops beside you. They both look over the top of their cop car and begin shooting at the bank.

You look at the bank windows and there is blood all over the inside of the windows. There are two bodies on the front steps, one an older man and another a young girl, who looks to be four or five. They have both been shot in the back of the head. 

You see two more cop cars coming down the street towards you.

"Get the fuck down everyone!" you order to the cops around you. Maria is screaming behind you and holding onto her leg. "Shut the fuck up!" you shout at her. She looks at you and continues screaming. Fucking bitch has always been a whiner. 

The two other cop cars speed down the road towards you. They arrive near Maria, and four officers get out of the cars and two of them rush towards her. As one of them nears her, his face is shattered by a round. 

"Get the fuck down!" you yell at the cops. You look back at the building. You shoot another few rounds at the windows, but you can't see where the shooter would be. Suddenly a grenade comes rolling out of the building and down the steps. 

You run for it, ignoring the cops behind you and sprinting across the street. You hear a boom behind you, and you fall to your face. You look back to see that the two cops who had been behind their vehicle have been hit by the grenade blast. One of them is clearly dead, but the other one is screaming in pain.

You see a large brown man come out of the front of the bank, firing an assault rifle as he goes. At first the other cops are too stunned to return fire, and he manages to hit another one in the chest before the others begin shooting. He turns from the bank and runs into the adjacent mall.

You grab your radio from your belt and begin to call for assistance. "I have officers down at the Bank of Montreal shooting. I am in pursuit of a large, heavyset brown man carrying an assault rifle. He has just run into the Bentall Centre and I am in pursuit."

You chase him into the mall complex. He has descended down an escalator, and you follow him, trying to keep your feet under you as you go. You reach the bottom of the escalator, pushing a young couple of the way as you get there. Three shots rang out and you drop to the floor. You look up to see the young man beside you has been hit in the neck. Blood is gushing from his neck all over his partner, who is screaming.

You stand up and rush forward. There are two ways to go in the mall, and you are not sure which way he went. 

You break left and rush out the door to the skytrain station. You look around the station but you don't see the brown guy. You hear a call on your radio, "We have entered the building. It was a fucking massacre. We could nine dead civilians. He killed nine fucking people, plus two cops out here. We have 11 killed and many more wounded in here." Fucking monster. 

He seems to have disappeared, so you take the escalator back up from the skytrain station to street level to see if you can see anything. 

Your cell phone rings. You look and see that it is Chao.

You hit reject call on your phone and turn right and run up the street. He must have taken the other route and gone for the exit. You run for a few seconds, and then you see him in the distance getting into the driver side of an SUV. You pop off a few shots at him, sending civilians scattering but not hitting shut, and then he drives away. Fuck.

You hear over the radio, "We have reports of a massive gunbattle between gangsters at the VanCity building a few blocks away from the BMO shooting. No idea if it's related. Any officer's available?"

You head back to the BMO to check on Maria. The site is surrounded by ambulances, firetrucks, and police vehicles. They are carting people out of the bank and loading them into ambulances if they are wounded, while others are just lying on the pavement. They are for the body bags. 

You rush over to Maria, who is being loaded into an ambulance. "Baby, are you alright?" you ask her. 

She looks up at you. "You think I'm alright? I'm fucking bleeding like mad... will you ride with me in the ambulance, baby?"

You look at her. You get in the ambulance beside her. The paramedic protests and tries to push you out of the ambulance, "Sir, we can't let anyone else in here. This is for paramedics on-"

You grab him by the scruff of his shirt and toss him out the back of the ambulance. "No one fucking tells me what to do, you little fucking shit!" You close the door to the ambulance and yell at the driver, "Now fucking drive, asshole!"

"Maria, baby, do you want to finish sucking my cock?" She looks up at you. "I'm fucking bleeding here!" she responds.

You smile at her and pull your cock out. It is hardening in your hand. "Are you fucking serious? I've been fucking shot," she says.

You grab her by the hair and pull her mouth down and onto your cock. "I don't mind if you're bleeding, baby. I've fucked bleeding bitches before." You shove your cock deep into her mouth, making her almost choke. You hold onto her hair and pull her back and forth on the length of your cock. 

You pull your cock out of her mouth and she gasps for air, looking up at you shocked that you're forcing yourself on her. You slap your slimy cock against her face, and then shove it back into her mouth.

You hold your cock in her mouth and begin jerking it. She looks up at you, eyes wide, as you jerk your cock while holding just the head inside her mouth. "Fuck, you hot little latina slut, I love fucking your face. I hope you don't fucking die," you tell her.

You hit a speedbump and your cock is thrust further into her mouth. She grunts and begins choking.

You pull your cock out of her mouth and begin jerking it above her face. She looks up at you, spluttering. "Oh, fuck, don't-" she begins, but you have already started cumming.

You spray ropes of cum all over her face, coating her cheek and getting it all over her lips and in her mouth. She splutters, spitting cum out and onto the gurney. As you finish, you arrive at the hospital.

You grab a rag from the ambulance and quickly rub the cum off of her face. No point in taking a risk. You may be an asshole, but you didn't get this far without getting caught by being a fucking retard.

"Alright, baby, now I know you're going to make it through this," you tell her. You open the back door to the ambulance help her out and onto the pavement. The paramedics rush her through the door and into the hospital.

You get on the phone with David. 

"Hey, David. Yeah, it's me. Do you have any idea what the fuck is going on out here? It's like a fucking warzone on the streets."

He responds, "Yeah, I know what's happening. That's not my fucking issue. What is an issue is that some fucking Russians tried to grab two of my bitches at their place today. Two bitches you were supposed to have someone protecting."

Shit. Your guy must have bailed when he heard the call this morning. 

"Those fuckers may still be around their place if you go back and check," he tells you.

"Yeah, David, my man, I'm on that shit. I'll fucking head over there right away and take care of it." Fuck. 

You immediately phone your man Jim, the fucking rookie you assigned to watch over the girls. "Jim, you stupid fucking cunt! Where the fuck were you this morning?"

"Responding to an officer down call!"

"I don't pay you to respond to fucking calls. I respond to fucking calls. You watch what I fucking tell you to watch!"

You wait a few minutes for Jim to arrive. He pulls up in his cruiser and you get in. You hit him in the face. "You stupid little fuck! Never fucking disobey me again!"

He shields himself from your blows. "Of course. Of course, sir."

"Alright, now drive me the fuck over there. We'll see if those guys are still there." 

You head over to the apartment building of the girls you were supposed to be watching. You pull up and see a black SUV parked outside. Must be them. 

You have Jim, in his uniform, get out of the car and follow you up. As you approach the black SUV, a man comes around the side. He is a tall Russian, and he is walking with a bit of a limp. 

"Hello, officer, what is it that you want today?"

You look at him. "Alright you Russian fuck, I heard that you were harassing some young girls here today. Is that fucking true?"

He looks at you. To your left someone begins to emerge from the SUV. 

You draw your gun as soon as the SUV door opens. The man to your right goes for his weapon, but Jim pulls his gun first and points it at the man. He stops and puts his hands down at his sides slowly. A Russian man gets out of the vehicle, an angry look on his face. 

And then he sees you and smiles. It's fucking Stanov. 

"Stanov, you fuck. What are you doing out here on a Sunday fucking morning harassing young women?"

Stanov looks at you. "Ahh, if I had known that they were under your protection I would have given you a call first. We want them, and we're going to have them."

Fair enough. Stanov works for a much tougher man than David. "What do I tell the guy who sent me to protect them?"

"Tell him that we will pay him out, or we will kill him. His choice."

Fair deal.
You give David a call on the phone. "David, my man, it's me. Yeah, I just talked to the Russians. Looks like you don't have an option here, man. You're going to have to give up the bitches. I'll refund your money, but these guys have a lot more pull than you around here."

David responds, "Fuck. I don't even care about where they fucking go from now on. I need your fucking help tracking them down. We were just involved in a fucking heist that went bad. Do you not know what the fucking is going on?"

"No..." you respond with caution.

"Listen to your fucking radio. Get down to the fucking diamond store on Burrard. You need to fucking track those bitches down." 

Fuck. 

"He's cool with that shit, dude. You guys can negotiate payment later," you tell Stanov. He gives you a nod and you walk away. 

You get into your cruiser and listen in on the radio. There was a fucking diamond heist on Burrard Street, and there is a massive firefight ongoing. Seems like there is one fucker still holed up in the building who has already taken down at least three cops. 

On the radio there are also reports of a warehouse fire near Main Street and a situation a few blocks from the jewelry store where there may have been a potential rape.

"Jim, sneak around the side of the vehicle and see if you can get behind the guy."

Jim looks at you. "I didn't fucking ask nicely, asshole. Get the fuck out there and sneak up on the fucking guy." 

Jim crawls out from behind the cruiser and heads towards the van. He manages to skirt around another couple of vehicles and makes it behind the van. He begins edging around the side towards the open side door when shots erupt from inside the fan, going out the back door and into Jim. The guy has opened up on full auto, and he keeps firing until you hear nothing. 

Jim has been hit at least four times, and you he slumps to the ground beside the van.

You rush the van, knowing how long it will take the guy to reload. As you get there you see a guy in the back seat, covered in blood, with a dead civilian slumped on top of him. You point your gun at his face. 

"You just shot my friend, asshole."

Yeah, you need information, but he also just shot your fucking friend. You pull the trigger, sending a bullet through his forehead and out the back. You lean over, grab the mag that was in his hand and put it into the M4. You hit the bolt release and the bolt slides forward, chambering a round. You're not fucking stupid, and you would never, but never, shoot an unarmed man. 

You look around, and it doesn't look like anyone has seen you. But you have no more information on the bitches.

You flip open your phone and dial Jackie. 

The phone rings a couple of times and then she answers. "Hell- AAAGHH- Fuck... UGH... Hello?"

Bitch picked up the phone while she was getting ploughed. "What the fuck are you doing getting fucked on a Sunday morning, bitch?"

You can hear panting and moaning on the other end of the line. And then someone else grabs the phone. "I'm fucking busy, asshole. Let a brown man have his fucking due." The phone goes dead. That was fucking pointless. 

You turn around and see Jim is now lying motionless behind the van. You didn't even consider calling in that you had an officer down. 

You call David. "David, yeah. Fuck, man, I have no fucking idea where they went. You have any ideas?"

He responds, "I don't pay you to have no fucking ideas. If you don't get me those fucking bitches back, with everything they had on them, I'm going to be fucking dead. And if I'm fucking dead, then you're fucking dead too!"

He sounds fucking terrified. You hang up the phone and get back in your vehicle. Just after 10:00AM. 

You call up Chao. "Yeah, dude, it's me. What were you calling about earlier?"

Chao launches into a tirade. "Are you fucking shitting me? Our fucking cash got stolen while we were withdrawing it today. And where were your fucking guards? Nowhere to be fuckings seen!"

You are shocked. "Woah, woah, hold up dude. I was at the fucking BMO this morning. None of my people were there for any fucking withdrawal."

He shouts again, "Pay attention, you asshole! At the fucking Vancity! What the fuck do I pay for your protection for?"

Shit. Two fuckups in one day. And Maria took a bullet. And Jim is fucking dead. 

"Well, what am I supposed to do about this, man?" 

"I know it was the fucking Russians. I need you to figure out if it was them and get our fucking money back." 

Fucking great. This is what happens when you work for everybody. 

"Alright, dude. I'm fucking coming to wherever you are. We can get together and talk about this. I don't want a fucking gang war on my hands."

Chao agrees. 

You jump in the cruiser and get ready to head over to the massage parlour Chao normally hangs out at. 

You open your cell and call the two guys who were supposed to be covering the drop at VanCity today. "Asshole," you begin, "where the fuck were you this morning when Chao's shit was getting snatched?"

Frank, on the other end of the phone, splutters, "We did our best. We managed to hit one of them in the leg, but Dan is fucking dead, man." 

Great, another one of your people bites the dust. "Fucking brilliant. You lost the money and hit one fucking guy in the leg. You're fucking heroes. Alright, meet me at Chao's fucking massage parlour." 

You drive over to the massage parlour and get out. Frank arrives in plainclothes and gets out of his car. You punch him in the face. "You fucking jerk. You could get me killed."

"Wait the fuck outside, asshole." He holds his eye and looks at you, "Yeah, alright, boss." Can't get good corrupt cops these days to save your fucking life. 

You walk into the massage parlour, ignore the women and the clientele, and walk straight into the back room. There is Chao, sitting on the couch with a young Asian girl between his legs sucking on his cock. There is another girl beside him, kissing him on the lips. 

He looks up at you. "Want a piece before we get down to business, my man?"

"Dude, I'm not in the mood for pussy. We need to talk about this shit." 

Chao laughs. "Well, forgive me if I continue to partake then as we discuss. I'm under a bit of stress at the moment, and young women sucking my cock is a great stress reliever." 

You sit down in the seat in front of him. You can't take your eyes off the young Asian girl sucking his cock. 

"So, your men didn't protect my money this morning. And I'm sure it was the Russians. Only they could get the intel and people together to pull off this job."

You respond, "Now, Chao. Come on. You can't know that-"

"Shut up!" he responds. "If I can't know it then you have to fucking find out for me! I want my fucking money back!"

"Alright, Chao. I'll figure out if the Russians have your money. I won't have any way of getting it back, but I'll figure out if it's there." 

Chao smiles at you. "Very good, my man. Very good. Any other answer and you would have lost your life." An Asian man with a silenced handgun steps out from behind a curtain and lowers his weapon to his side. 

"Now, would you care to partake in some Asian pussy before you go?" he asks you. 

"Look dude, that's okay. You know I love the Asian pussy, but I really do have to go." 

Chao looks at you, surprised. You never turn down pussy. You stand and walk out the door, leaving him there with the Asian girl's lips still glued to his cock.

You walk back out into the sunny sunlight of the morning. 

You give Stanov a call. He picks up. "Hey, man. Not sure if you were involved, but thanks for getting us those girls. They are really working out well."

You play along. "No problem. Never hurts to help, my man. Now, I have a favour I need from you. Word on the street is that you were involved with that heist of the Asian cash this morning. Is it true?"

The line goes silent for a few moments. "Well, my friend, because you helped me out, I will tell you that we were involved. To be honest, it did not go as we had planned, but it was our deal."

Fucking great. 

"Alright. I'll see if I can keep the heat off you on it then. That is what you pay me for after all."

You tell Frank to wait outside and walk back into the building. "Chao, my man. I have your answer. The Russians have the cash." 

He looks up from the girl between his legs. She turns and looks at you, saliva dripping from her lips. 

Chao leaps to his feet in a fit of rage, knocking the girl over and onto the floor. "Those fucking pieces of shit! I'm going to fucking get them! Fuck this... fuck!" 

He storms out of the room, his two guards following him out the back. 

You are left standing there with the two Asian girls.

You leave the two Asian girls there on their knees, dumbfounded by the turn of events, and walk back out into the sun. Frank looks at you, still holding his eye. He's going to have a nice bruise. 

"David, yeah, it's me. The Russians have your bitches."

David responds, "Fuck. They must have the diamonds too. Fucking Hells Angels want those diamonds, and if you don't fucking get them we're both dead." 

"Yeah, but the Russians fucking have them. What the fuck am I supposed to do about this now?" you respond.

"Look, the HA have your name. If you don't get those fucking diamonds they are holding you responsible for letting the Russians take those bitches." He hangs up. 

Fucking great. 

"Boss, yeah, it's me. I think the Russians were behind the heist this morning. I need you to organize a raid on their place."

Your boss laughs into his phone. "That isn't fucking evidence. Why the fuck would I organize a raid on the Russians just because you have a fucking hunch. Are you shitting me? I have more important things to deal with. We have a whole ton of cops dead today and no fucking suspects. Get your ass back here and tell me what the fuck is going on and what you are doing about it."

Fuck.

You get in the car. You consider who lives near the Russians. David. Fucking perfect. 

You get your people on the phone and tell them to meet you at David's place. That little fuck owes you for the mess he has got you into. 

You and Frank arrive at David's place before anyone else. You walk up the stairs to his townhouse and knock on the door. "David, old boy, let me in," you call. 

You see David's eye at the peephole. "What the fuck do you want?" he asks.

You try the nice tactic. "Come on, David, it's me. I need your help in finding the diamonds. Please?"

You hear the latch unlock and David opens the door. He is wearing a silk robe. A couple of young women are behind him on his couch doing lines of coke off his coffee table. You walk in, Frank following. 

"So, David, nice to see you. Looks like you got me in a bit of a mess." The girls ignore you, focusing on their coke.

"Yeah, well. You know how it is, right? Gotta look out for number one, right man?"

You grin at him. 

"No problem, dude.  I know how it is."

He grins back at you. You take a seat on the couch between his two girls. "I'm waiting for the other guys to get here. They should be here in a few minutes and then we have to decide how we are going to get those fucking diamonds back."

David nods. "Ummm, coke, bitches?" 

"My my, aren't you a good host," you respond.

You look at Frank, and then at the women. "It never hurts to get some pussy," you say to Frank. Frank grins. 

You grab the blonde to your right and push her onto her back on the couch. She looks to be about 17, but she could be younger or older. Given she's one of David's, probably younger. She smiles at you, her eyes wide from the coke. "Heyyy, baby," she says to you.

You smile back at her and spread her legs, pushing her little skirt up around her waist. She's not wearing any panties. You whip your cock out of your pants. You look over to see Frank is doing the same and has the other bitch on her back on the floor. 

You run your cock up and down against her pussy. It's nice and wet. You slide your cock deep inside her in one, long thrust. She may be young, but she's not that tight. David uses some of his bitches like mad on the street. But it's young pussy.

You begin fucking her, sliding in and out of her with long, hard strokes. She moans and wraps her arms around your back. She tries to kiss you, but you slap her in the face. "Down bitch. No kissy for you, slut." 

She moans as you continue fucking her, putting her legs over your shoulders and filling her with your cock. You continue thrusting deep inside her and she screams loudly, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Fuck my pussy! Fuck me harder!" You oblige, drilling her as hard as you can. 

You flip her over and push her face first into the couch. You rub your cockhead up against her asshole. She looks at you and begins flailing, "No, you fucking asshole. Get some fucking lube!"

You ignore her and plunge deep into her ass. She lets out an ear-piercing scream as you drive all the way into her hole in one thrust. You grab her by the back of the head and bury her face in the couch as you fill her asshole with your cock. As you pound her hole her cheeks shake, and you use the opportunity to spank her. "Take that fucking cock up your asshole, you little fucking slut!" you shout. 

She moans and screams, continuing to flail. You slap her in the side of the face and she stops flailing. You see tears running down her face. You feel yourself nearing orgasm.

You flip her back onto her back and mount her face. She splutters and tries to push you away, but you slap her again and she falls silent. You jerk your cock above her face and then begin to cum, coating her with your load. She keeps her mouth tightly closed, and your cum runs down her face and onto her neck.

You hear applause behind you. You turn to see the rest of your crew. "Nice job, boss," one of them calls to you. You grin. Frank has also finished, and he is standing there joking with the three other members of your team who were available. One of them is listening in on his radio. 

"Boss, there is a fucking firefight at the Russian warehouse." Fuck. You shouldn't have wasted time. 

The five of you rush out for your vehicles. You all pile into your cars and speed over towards the warehouse. You let two of the other vehicles go ahead and stop at the side of the road to call your boss on the phone. "Boss, yeah, it's me. We were in proximity to the fucking Russian warehouse. We're on our way. Send as much fucking backup as you can."

You pull back into the street. Frank is getting pumped beside you. "You better be fucking ready for this, Frank. We need to fucking get those diamonds back, otherwise we are all fucked."

He looks back at you. "I'm fucking ready boss. I'm fucking ready."

You arrive just outside the Russian warehouse. An H2 is crashed into a flower shop across the street and your people are shooting it out with some Asians at the front of the warehouse. 

You and Frank use cover to get up to your people. They are behind their vehicles shooting back at the Asians. 

You see across the street a young white girl dragging an Asian girl into the street with her from behind the H2. Fuck. It must be them. Two Asian men rush across the street towards them, but your people gun them down before they can get there. 

You look over at Frank, who is in plainclothes, and then over at Stefan. "Stefan, my man," you say to him. "Time to be a fucking hero."

Stefan looks at you, fear in his eyes. "Alright boss."

You stay behind cover and begin shooting back at the Asians. "Go Stefan, fucking go." 

Stefan rushes out from behind cover towards the young women. A round clips him in the leg and he falls, but he gets up and continues limping towards the girls. You continue shooting at the Asians. You think you hit one of them, but you are unsure. 

He continues lurching towards the girls, but he is hit in the chest with another round and falls to the ground. Fuck. He makes it over to the girls and begins shooting back at the Asians, but he's immobile. Fuck. 

The white girl begins dragging him and the Asian back into the store. 

You ignore the phone and go for the back door. You hear the intensity of the firefight pick up from across the street, and then you hear a loud explosion. You are guessing that Stanov is not going to be phoning you back anymore. You slowly open the back door to the flower shop. You slide yourself inside and take a look around. To your left, there is a back room, and in front of you is the ruined glass facade of the flower shop and a trail of blood into the back room. Stefan must be in there with the bitches.

Bullets ricochet into the shop and you take cover behind a back desk. 

Your heart is beating hard in your chest. This is fucking ridiculous. 

You stay behind the desk and wait. Within a few moments you hear the roar of vehicles. Chao must be on the move with his people. You hear boots on broken glass, and you peer around the corner to see two Asian men walking down the hallway following the trail of blood. 

You hear them enter the back room, and then you hear a single gunshot. You grimace. Hopefully that was not Stefan. You hear the two men walking away, and you look to see them dragging the white girl behind them. 

You walk into the back room. Stefan is lying there, a hole in his head where the Asian men shot him. Another one of your people died today for you. 

Behind Stefan you see a beautiful, young Asian girl in a schoolgirl outfit. An old Asian couple are sheltering her in their arms. The girl is breathing, but her breathing is shallow. She opens her eyes and looks up at you. "Please," are the only words that escape her lips. 

You kneel down beside her. You see a small bag nestled between her breasts. You grab the bag and look inside. The diamonds. 

You look down at her and at the family. Another Johnny Cash tune echoes in your head, "When the Man Comes Around." 

You consider your options.  You grab the diamonds in your hand and gingerly pick up the girl. 

"We were never here," you whisper to the Asian couple as you walk out the back door, your feet crackling in the glass. You look out the back door and do not see anyone in the alley. 

The girl looks up at you. "I'm Yuki," she says softly. "Please. Please, help me," she stutters out. You smile down at her.

You carry Yuki in your arms out of the flower shop and into the alley. You walk back towards where your people are. You have the diamonds. Now you can get the HA off your back and this whole mess will be over with. The Russians are all dead and they won't even be able to come after you for your betrayal. 

You walk past a dumpster, and then you feel a barrel at the back of your head. Fuck. You turn around and there is David, grinning at you.

"Looks like you miscalculated, asshole," he says to you. You are holding the girl and can't go for your gun. You look at him. "What the fuck is this?"

"What do you think this is, asshole? I'm taking the diamonds."

You respond, But I was going to bring them back to you!  Why would you need to shoot me for them?"

He laughs at you. "Did you really think the fucking Angels were in on this job? You fucking moron. This was my fucking deal, and I'm not going to let some piece of shit like you hold anything over me in the future. Now I have my Yuki back, and I have the fucking diamonds I wanted all along."

Fuck this asshole.

"Look, David. You don't need to kill me. I fucking run this town. See all this shit? I fucking set it up. I am in with the fucking Asians. I helped them take down the Russians. Don't you think that I can help you? I'm not going to rat you out with the diamonds. I don't fucking rat people out-"

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" David responds.

"Get on your fucking knees and put Yuki down." You look at him.

"David, my man," you begin.

He pulls the trigger, hitting you square in the chest. You fall back to the ground, Yuki falling on top of you. You look up at David above you. 

"You fucking slimeball. You tried to play every fucking side in this game. I hope you fucking burn in hell," he says to you. 

You look over at Yuki. She mouths a thank you to you. David pulls the trigger.

The End of the Sunday Crime Trilogy