Chapter 12 Chapter XI

Arriving at the boss's building, Bolo saw that Nut in the passenger side of the minivan. He got out of his cab and made his way to the Chrysler but as he approached, Nut opened his door and stepped out, his Ferragamo suit still crisp from this morning. One thing about Nut - he knew how to dress. But Bolo knew a thing or two about a different, darker side of Nut. That cleancut suit shit wasn't fooling him one bit. He handed the hammer to the latter. Nut took the hammer then put on his tight black "working" gloves before bounding up the stairs and into the building.

Nut quietly opened the boss's apartment and stepped inside hastily. just as silently shutting the door behind him. He had been in Chulo's apartment on many occasions, most of which times were known to Chulo. He didn't need to navigate himself by the area from which the sounds were emanating; as soon as he came in he could see the boss on the other end of the kitchen floor, at the corner to one of its other exits. Nut saw that he was recording something with one of his phones.

Chulo looked up at Nut and the latter froze. Nut had never seen the boss's face so pale and drawn. There was a tic in the corner of his left eye and he had visibly aged, having had the shock of his life. Chulo held a finger to his lips and indicated with his chin for Nut to look where the noises of lovemaking were coming from. Nut took a look and recognized the Puerto Rican nigga from up at the laundromat fucking Ygritte like a jackrabbit. Julio, yeah, that was the nigga name.

Nut tried stepping over Chulo in a fit of pique, hammer raised, but Chulo grabbed at his pants leg and pulled him down to sit at his level. Chulo pointed to his phone and put two two fingers to his eyes, signing that Nut to watch. He had stopped videoing a little while ago and now he published the video across social media: FB, Messenger, WhatsApp, Twitter, MeWe, etc. Chulo made a hand motion for Nut to continue being patient. Not even a minute later and both Ygritte's and Julio's phones began ringing almost simultaneously. Julio didn't pause at all in his jackrabbit action - it was apparent that he was nearing the finish line and gave two fucks about some damn ringing phone. In short order, Julio leaned over Ygritte, still clutching her by the waist, his dick as far as it could go into what to him was some bomb ass pussy (anditwas somebombasspussy,

Chulo knew - somebombbaby making pussy), the best Julio had had in a while.

Gushing inside of Ygritte, Julio made some animal groans and whimpers. He emptied himself completely, kissing and nipping her on the back, at which she herself whimpered and moaned, turning her ass this way and that to drain him of all his fluids. He reached under her with both hands and squeezed her tits, causing her to gasp and

moan again. He twirled his fingers around the areolae, also pinching the nipple and causing both pleasure and pain to shoot down into her pussy and she shivered in ecstasy.

"O, mi amor, yo te quiero... O gracias, baby... Te quiero, mami. Te quiero mucho, tu m'entiende?" Julio leaned again and whispered. "Te quiero, mamacita, O baby, te quiero mucho, para siempre."

"Baby, uno momento - los telephones," Ygritte griped, struggling to detach herself from Julio, who finally heard his own phone ringing and reluctantly removed his dick from her pussy. As he came out of her, she strode away quickly to her and Chulo's room. Julio's phone was nearby and he reached over to answer it. Chulo had resumed recording but now stopped. He and Nut stood up. Taking the hammer from Nut he silently stalked behind Julio who, unfortunately, was sprawled in Chulo's personal armchair with his back to him. Naked as the day he was born Julio reposed, one leg over a cushiony arm of the chair, dick still dripping its juices onto the fine leather.

Nut silently followed after Ygritte. He positioned himself to the side of the entrance through which Ygritte had entered.

Julio had talked for only a few seconds before hanging up to access his IG account. Chulo was standing right behind him when the video of him and Ygritte fucking began playing. At first Julio was confused, but when realization struck, his body temperature drastically decreased. Chulo saw the hairs on Julio's body rise. The stench of urine permeated the air as Julio lost control of his bladder. His sixth sense, awakened too late, screamed of the impending doom behind him. His spine and his arms trembled, his knees wobbled, his flesh wanted to crawl right off his bones. It was at this exact

moment that a soul rending wail erupted from Ygritte's room.

Everything moved in slow motion, the next few moments stretching out into an infinitude of horror.

As Julio placed strengthless arms on the chair to help himself stand up on unsteady legs, Chulo began raising the arm with the hammer in hand. Ygritte darted out of the room, heavy but firm breasts flailing. Nut swooped down on her, smothering her in an ursine hug from which she could not budge. He put his hand over her mouth and his other hand clutched at her waist. Heaving her up into the air, Nut carried her over to the living room just in time to watch the grand finale of this secret soap opera she had enacted without anyone's approbation. As they got to the living room, Julio was about turning around, urine still streaming down his legs. With his arm up like that of Rune King Thor wielding mighty mjolnir, Chulo swung the hammer in a mighty downward arc

the god of thunder himself would have been proud of. The air whistled in protest and for

Julio there was no time to even thinkof evasion. Ygritte's scream was barely audible, muffled behind Nut's hand, snot bubbling out of her nose as he kept the viselike grip over her mouth.

The hammer landed, and all the dreams and hopes, the fears and expectations, the failings and idiosyncrasies, the summits and depths, the loves and hates - all that which made a human, human, all that which comprised of a mortal being - ceased to exist. An entire eye socket and part of Julio's cerebellum was smashed away, squished like an overripe avocado fallen from a high branch. Chulo's hammer strike caused Julio to descry almost an entire revolution; he had given up the ghost before his body hit the ground, a lifeless and graceless marionette whose strings to life had been abruptly severed. Chulo stood over the cuckolder, now devoid of any emotion, completely empty of the rage that had consumed him just moments before. Brain matter and an eye stained the wall to his left. He sat down on the long couch and Nut heaved Ygritte over to him, forcing her to a kneeling position. She was weeping, inconsolable, catarrh streaming from her nose and gasping for breath.

"Papi," Ygritte began, "Papi, disculpe me. Estoy -" A slap of retributive force proportionate to the wrath of the slapper (diminished though said wrath was) zoomed across Ygritte's face.

She was slapped unconscious.

But for some reason, Chulo could not bring himself to kill the mother of his children. Their faces would appear right in front of him every time he thought about taking the hammer upside her head too.

"Boss, we gotta get this cleaned up," said Nut, startling Chulo out of his reverie.

"Si si, yo comprende," Chulo answered testily. Nut fell silent and waited. In short order, Chulo gave instructions for Ygritte to be taken to his uncle Victor's crib on Valentine Ave., but not before certain other orders were to be executed. Nut picked up Ygritte and took her back to the bedroom where he lay her on the huge bed. Something long dormant stirred in him. He went back to the living room where he was directed to wrap Julio up in a midsize Persian carpet along with all his personal belongings. Chulo retrieved and broke Julio's phone in half, handing the pieces to Nut as he made his way to where Ygritte lay unceremoniously on their marital bed, now forever soiled by her stupidity; he wondered how she'd become such a complete stranger.

Shaking his head, Chulo left the bedroom and told Nut to wait for Bolo to come upstairs so they could both carry the carpeted cadaver of the fornicator caught in the very act. When Chulo got downstairs, he told Bolo to arrange the minivan because of an incoming

package. Bolo put down both rows of seats behind and then rushed upstairs to help Nut carry out a decent sized Persian rug with a "package" inside of it. As they drove off, Chulo deleted all his messages, closed all of his social media apps and factory reset both phones. On their way to a certain dumping grounds, he discarded the pieces of his phones out of the window at different locations. Bolo drove them to a deserted part of the trash heap at the extremity of the South Bronx where they doused the carpet with kerosene and set it afire.

Afterwards, they took the minivan to a junkyard and had it compacted. They then went to a dealership in White Plains that sold the same model Chrysler he had just had destroyed. Bolo paid for it in cash while Chulo waited for him at a nearby Wendy's. When he picked Chulo up, Bolo asked him where they were now going. Chulo thought a few seconds. He also threw some different kinds of potato chips on the floor in the front

and back of the new car, leaving the empty packs on the couch behind, to make it look not so new, just in case.

"We go to... Queensbridge." It came out "Equeenbreesh." Hispanics who didn't speak English properly had a problem saying certain letters. They pronounced "v" like "b" (and vice versa), "j" like "h," and "y" like "j." But this pronunciation was just sheer butchery of the biggest projects in New York City, likely in all of the States.