Killer Dolls, Part 2, page 22
part #2 of Killer Dolls Series
“Who?” Aoki pretended to be stupid. “Vaguely. Why?”
“He was murdered the other night, and yours was the last number he called,” the second detective said.
“What!” Aoki was shocked to hear about his demise.
“He was gunned down in his car.”
They produced pictures for her to see. Connor was hooked in the front seat of his car and lifeless, his blood pooling everywhere. He was shot three times in the head on a Brooklyn street.
The pictures they showed her transfixed Aoki. It was gruesome, but in her heart, she’d done worse. But it was still a shock to her that Connor was dead.
“Him call, but we didn’t speak,” she told the detectives.
“Is there a reason why he was calling your cell phone so many times?”
“Him was gay! But me don’t have no reason. Him was strange too.”
“Strange how?”
“Look, him was no friend of mines. We had our differences and me stayed away,” she said, already feeling like she’d said too much.
Aoki knew the culprit was AZ. She figured Connor was a liability to AZ’s livelihood and life because he knew too much, so AZ had him executed.
The detectives asked Aoki a few more questions, and then they left. Connor’s murder left a cold chill up and down Aoki’s spine. AZ was on a different level—one that she wasn’t expecting from him. He had transformed into a devious, sadistic demon that she would have to face sooner or later. AZ wasn’t her friend anymore. He had become a cold-blooded killer just like her.
After the funeral, Aoki decided to chance it and stop by her old house to collect a few personal items she’d left behind. It was night, and the block was quiet. She parked a block away and crept to her house. On the front porch was a FedEx parcel addressed to her. After assuring everything was clear, she grabbed the envelope and walked inside a dark house with a pistol in her hand.
Aoki walked into her bathroom, closed the door, and clicked on the light. She didn’t want anyone passing by to see any lights on that would indicate she was home. She tore it open with unsteady, shaky hands and saw that it was from Connor. She was taken aback. She sat down on the toilet and started to read his words.
Bitch, this is Connor! Your shady ass ain’t picking up your phone and I can’t leave all this in a thirty-second voice mail. I’m reaching out to you because despite our differences, you always been real with me, Aoki, and I know you and AZ been friends for a long time. I don’t care anymore that you fucked him. But AZ has lost his damn mind. He’s not who you nor I thought he was. Even though he has hurt me time and time again, I still allowed him in my heart, and in my bed when he wanted some dick. I can’t help it, because I’m in love with him.
Well, during our many nights together, fucking and making love however he wanted it, and having numerous pillow talks, he would always confide in me. He told me a fuckin’ mouthful, and his confessions left me in awe! He admitted to me that he hired you and your female goons to murder his rivals. I can’t fuckin’ remember their names, but I’m sure you do, Aoki. He even told me that you and your hood rats are The Killer Dolls.
I guess you’re asking why I am telling you shit you already know, right? Well, I got more news for you. Now don’t get mad and want to kill me, if I’m not already dead, but the night Emilio shot AZ, AZ was actually going to your house to murder you. I know this for a fact! He has become a killer! He is dangerous (eyes rolling). He swore that’s what he planned on doing. Only, Emilio got the drop on him.
Each day from his hospital bed he plotted to make you unknowingly murder the man you loved. That was his ultimate revenge.
I, honestly, never thought you would do it. Never, ever, ever. How could a person murder the person they loved? And now, I understand how easy it truly is, but I’ll get to that point in a moment.
He also tipped off the police to those bodies in your backyard. I couldn’t believe what he was telling me … bodies in the backyard. He said that you had murdered your parents years ago and kept them around like a souvenir. I’m like, What kind of horror show y’all people from Brooklyn are putting on?
Anyway, I begged AZ to knock all this revenge shit off, but he refused to listen to me. He said you broke his heart by rejecting him and he was going to make you pay. He claimed that you were the only person that was ever there for him, (forgetting about me, smdh) and that you treated him like he wasn’t worth your love. He said when you looked at him, you saw a gay man, not a man, and it made him furious. He always had “closet issues.”
Now, let me get to the real reason why I’m writing you this letter. I’m reaching out. I feel that we’re both in danger. He’s after me, and I know that he is now able to kill people. He confessed that he had murdered one of his drug clients who owed him money, and some crackhead. I swallowed hard when he told me this.
After you killed B Scientific, he said you was tying up loose ends and that he was going to do the same. I made a joke to him and said that I’m lucky I’m not a loose end, and the look he gave me could have turned my hair white from fear.
I know this sounds like speculation and innuendo, but I found a list in his handwriting with five names, and three have been already crossed off. The names on the list were B Scientific, Emilio, Mack Ten, Connor, and yours, Aoki. I’m terrified, Aoki. How can I go to the cops with this? I have no proof but just a handwritten list with some names crossed off.
Please believe me when I say that we both are in danger. AZ is now officially a mad man. I’m coming to you for help, girl. I’m so scared and I’m trying to reach out any way I can. I want to live. Call me back when you get this letter. I’ve been avoiding him for days. You should too.
Connor
Aoki couldn’t believe what she’d read. She was so shocked and heartbroken. It was him the entire time, with his bitch ass! She’d killed Emilio, believing she couldn’t trust him. The only man she loved and who loved her was now dead because of AZ. Four of those names had been crossed off that list, and she refused to be the fifth. AZ needed to die!
She tried to stand up from the toilet, but her knees buckled and she fell back down and began sobbing. Visions of Emilio came gushing back and it was too overwhelming. She’d truly loved that man, and yet she’d plunged a knife into his neck and allowed the life to drain out from him. He was going to make something out of himself, and she snatched all that away.
A deep sadness swept through her. If there was one thing she knew, it was that she would never forgive herself for what she did to him. He was so good, and loyal, and she honestly didn’t deserve his love. His true love. She seriously thought about ending her own life, but not before making the man responsible for making her take away her beloved pay for his actions. A life for a life. She was more determined than ever to hunt down AZ and destroy him. She gathered everything she needed; she wasn’t coming back to the house. Gripped with vengeance, she stepped outside in the dark that night with a scowl that probably could scare away the devil himself. She planned on seeking him out and killing him slowly and painfully. Watch the man she once called a friend bleed out slowly and die like a rat.
Aoki descended the stairs and marched toward her car, but she hadn’t taken three steps before a dark, shadowy figure emerged from behind her. Before she could react, she was tasered from behind, knocked in the head, subdued, and thrown into the trunk of a vehicle. She had fucked up. AZ had gotten to her first. Aoki spent less than an hour in the trunk, feeling the turns and when the car braked for a red light or stop sign. She had no idea where she was being taken, but she was sure her fate was sealed. She also didn’t know how many of them there were, and she had nothing to protect herself with.
She was driven to the marsh area in Cross Bay, a known body-drop for the mob back in the eighties. The car came to a complete stop, and the engine cut off. The trunk finally opened, and Aoki tried to fight them off, but there were three of them. She was roughly dragged out of the trunk, kicking and screaming, cursing out AZ. But she soon realized that the people that grabbed her weren’t black.
She was thrown to the ground, and one of the men pulled out a gun and aimed it at her. “Oscar says fuck you,” he said, and then he fired a round, shooting her in her chest.
The pain was unbearable. Aoki laid still, her eyes closed.
***
From the backseat of the vehicle, Oscar, smoking his cigar, observed Aoki’s murder. He said no words. He watched his men pick up her body and toss it into the water, where the undercurrent was strong.
Epilogue
Aoki woke up in great pain, with no recollection of where she was or what had happened to her. She didn’t know the date, nor how much time had passed. She was disoriented. All she saw was a white room and a few doctors standing around her, checking her vitals. They looked at her more like she was a subject clad in a simple white hospital gown than a patient, their eyes distant. Did they save her life? What were they doing to her? She had so many questions swimming in her head, and no one was saying anything to her.
Once her eyes were fully opened, one of the doctors turned swiftly and marched out of the room. It appeared that he was eager to reach someone.
Moments later, a distinguished-looking man in a dark suit walked into the room. He had a mysterious air about him. He was dark, and had a thick goatee and titan shoulders. He was one of the men that had been following her around town. At first she’d assumed they were feds, or mobsters, but it was obvious he was more than that.
They locked eyes.
“You will survive; the bullet just missed your heart. You’re a lucky woman, Aoki. We’ve been watching you and your work for some time now,” he said.
Aoki had no idea what he was talking about. She remained silent. Who was he? She didn’t trust him at all.
“The Killer Dolls. I’m not impressed, but you do show potential,” he said.
Potential for what?
He continued telling her everything he knew about her. He read the police report about what had allegedly happened to her parents and told her his organization had found the bodies in the storage unit she’d rented out under an alias.
“They have been properly disposed of,” he told her.
Aoki felt she was fucked. If this man isn’t law enforcement, then who is he?
“And your gun charge, well, that’s been taken care of too,” he said.
Aoki was still a bit groggy, but she was listening to him intently.
“I know you’re wondering who I am. I know so much about you, but you don’t have a clue why I’m here. Well, I’m part of an agency. We’re connected and powerful. If you join our agency, then you will be taken care of, and we will take care of your problems with the cartel that wanted you dead, meaning, you can have your revenge on Oscar.”
Aoki was definitely listening. Of course, she wanted Oscar dead. AZ too. But they didn’t mention his name.
The mystery man continued talking. “If you choose to go back to your former life, then you can go back to Brooklyn and live your life as you’ve been living it. You do not owe us anything so far. The surgery . . . consider it pro bono.”
“Are you police?” she asked.
The man chuckled. “Absolutely not. But we do restore order.”
“Who are you then?”
“The Commission.”
Nisa Santiago, Killer Dolls, Part 2
