Chapter 6 of Hitman: A True Story

[Chew]

I was going to mention these stories in your retirement thread.

And I thought of you as I posted this.

[Fishy]

Started to joke about my experiences trying to avoid one, but being hunted is no laughing matter. I can vouch for that.

[Hardcortex]

Glad this came up, incredible stories and a great read. In for Chapter 7 too!

[Buckshot-73]

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[Charles]

Good reading material

[Playa]

I had meant to post a "Hey Chew, how is the Hitman series coming along," thread earlier this week.

Looking forward to it, actually look forward to bigger things, this is a very intriguing series

[RAGUIRREJR]

I'm gonna have to read the first 6 chapters again to refresh my memory

[Quackerbox]

I'm gonna have to read the first 6 chapters again to refresh my memory

Yep.

[Chew]

The chapters are pretty much independent stories. This one us gonna be much more mild.

Semper Fidelis
Nemo me impune lacessit
Luminarium ex obscurum

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The PDF link in the first post of the thread is still working (may need a pdf reader on a smart phone). The link I posted in post 40 isn't working for some reason.

[AZST_bowhunter]

Just read all of these, very good!! Ready for Chapter 7

[Chew]

Just read all of these, very good!! Ready for Chapter 7

Here ya go!

http://discussions.texasbowhunter.com/forums/showthread.php?t=626927

[apc10]

These are excellent. Thanks for posting.

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Non PDF version of Chapter 6:

Chapter 6
Hitman: A True Story
“What’s Cooking?”

Don Luciano was a good friend of Junior. He was also a “heavy hitter”, as the narcos like to be called. A heavy hitter is a drug lord that can move tons of weight. Luciano was somewhat of a mentor to me. He took me under his wing at times and taught me a lot about the drug trade.

One day Junior and I met with Luciano. Junior had hinted that he had a problem that needed fixed immediately. When we arrived at Luciano’s hacienda, the whole place was under serious lockdown. Everyone seemed tense. You could cut the air with a knife.

Unknown to me, Junior had told Don Luciano about the way I could fix “problems”. Now Luciano needed us to do some fixing. I was kind of proud that the old man would even think of using me for a job. He had hired guns all over the place.

Before Don got down to business he gave us a tour of his beautiful ranch. It was huge and it was immediately obvious that he was a rich and powerful man. After we walked for a while, he got down to the business at hand.

“My god-daughter has been raped by three of the local cops, said Don Luciano. My poor sister has been crying her eyes out for three days straight. I think the girl will be OK, but I cannot let this be. Do you understand?”

I nodded slowly and Don Luciano continued talking. It looked like he had tears forming in his eyes when he talked about his god-daughter.

“I have to make them pay for all the pain they caused. But as you may know, I already have plenty of enemies and plenty of problems with the police. I cannot be tied to this in any way, shape, or form. That’s where you come in.” He looked at me and pointed at my chest.

“I will pay you very well to help me avenge my god-daughter’s rape and ease my darling sister’s pain. I know that I have asked much of you, but my regular sicarios are well known throughout the area and I cannot take a chance by using them on this job. Besides, they are a bunch of animals. They are messy. It would cause me even more problems if I turn them loose.”

I grunted, letting him know that I completely understood what he was saying.

“Luis, you can do this any way you want. But you must make them suffer. I will need proof of their suffering. I will provide you with a video camera to use to get me my proof. Do you understand? Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, Jefe”, I whispered. I don’t know what I was more worried about—capturing three police officers alive without getting myself killed or disappointing this very powerful man that I respected and feared.

Don Luciano reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me. I saw three names written down.

“Those are the pigs that did this to my niece. You just remember to get my proof.” Don turned and motioned for one of his men to come over. He whispered something in the man’s ear. The man took off running and came back within a minute or two carrying a large black case. He handed the case to me.

“This is the camera”, said Don as I opened the case. There were a few blank cassette tapes inside. This was back in the early eighties so the video camera was huge. I nodded at Don, and then we all shook hands.

On the way back into town, Junior and I did not talk. I was already making plans for this job. I think Junior was afraid that I was upset about being caught up in this job. But I was already past that. I was in preparation mode and nothing else mattered.

About twenty miles from the city was where Junior had spent some of his profits on a nice little ranchito. It was right next to the Rio Grande. It had a large home and an even larger barn. As we pulled up in the driveway I told myself that this would be the place I would do my work. There was no one around for miles. It was perfect.

For the next several days I used all of my contacts to study the targets. Their names were Thomas, Eloy, and Ricardo. I repeated their names over and over. I felt like it made me know them better. Thomas, Eloy, and Ricardo. Thomas, Eloy, and Ricardo. I said their names until I was comfortable enough to smile about making them scream.

I learned that they were very corrupt local traffic cops that would shake people down for money at every opportunity. That was their day job. By night they would help the local dealers move dope in and out of the city for a “protection fee”. Those things they did for work, but for recreation they liked to gang rape beautiful young women. A lot of the city lived in fear of them. There’s no telling how many women they had brutalized. It made my blood boil to think of it. But I smiled knowing that this time they had really screwed up. They messed with the wrong girl and now they would pay.

I took my time scoping out the guys. I went into town and followed them around at different times of the day. It took me about two weeks to figure out their patterns and behaviors. They were fairly predictable, like most people who think they are untouchable. This made things a little easier for me.

My original plan was to try and get them all at one time. But after much thought on the subject, I realized that I would have to get them separately. It would take too much luck to get all three without running into major problems.

I decided to start with Thomas. I now knew that he was a hardcore drinker. Just like clockwork he would come stumbling up to his home around midnight, every night.

I waited in the shadows and Thomas didn’t let me down. He staggered up to the door, singing some drunken corrido. I knocked him silly with my trusty bat. He was gagged, handcuffed, and tied at the feet within a few seconds. I loaded him in the back of the truck and drove straight to Junior’s ranchito.

“****. That was easy”, I thought to myself. I turned him over to Junior and told him to take care of him until I got back.

Ricardo was sitting in his favorite restaurant the next day, eating lunch. I was waiting for him in the alley. I knew that he would finish eating and need to go use the restroom. That’s where I waited for him.

Ricardo, to his credit, put up a little struggle. But within a few minutes he was gagged and hog-tied and en route to Junior’s ranch. Two down, one to go.

I had saved Eloy for last. He was going to be difficult. He didn’t really have any bad habits or regular schedule like the other two. I don’t know if he had a sixth sense, or what. But he was taking different routes and didn’t eat lunch at the same place twice.

Patience is not a strong virtue of mine. I left town and went to Junior’s barn. I had decided that Eloy needed a phone call from his buddy Thomas. Good old Thomas wanted no part in calling his friend. But I was able to communicate to him (by way of several applications of a cattle prod) that he needed to call Eloy. After I persuaded him to call, he was able to convince Eloy to meet him at a local motel for some “action”.

I drove to the motel and waited inside the room. About 15 minutes later I heard a knock on the door and then it opened. Eloy stuck his head in and looked inside. I thought he might be suspicious and leave and so I reached behind me and flushed the toilet. I heard Eloy shut the door and ask, “What’s going on?” As soon as his head peeked around the bathroom door I cracked his skull pretty hard. He went down like a sack of pappas.

So it only took me about two full days to get all three of the pigs. I had them all in Junior’s barn. They were hanging nice and neat about a foot off the ground. I had attached block and tackles from the uprights to hoist them up.

“So boys, do you know why you three are here with me…all tied up?” I asked them.


They all shook their heads no.

“Well let me tell you why. You pigs raped and hurt a young girl…a girl that you should have never touched. You screwed up”, I explained to them.

Their reaction was pathetic. They immediately started begging and offering me crazy amounts of money. I smiled and turned around and began setting up the video camera. Thomas was the first to pee his pants. I just shook my head as I tried to figure out how to get the camera to work. After almost an hour of messing with it, I gave up. I would have to figure out some other way to give Don Luciano the proof that he needed.

I tried to think of something but my mind was blank. I left the barn and went and called Don Luciano. I told him that I couldn’t get the camera to work. I asked if he had any other suggestions on how to show him proof of what I was about to do.

Don sounded glad that I had called. “Hey, my boy. Forget about the camera. There’s been a change of plans. Tell me where you are and we will come over and personally meet the *******s.”

About an hour later, Junior pulled up to the barn followed by a new black Suburban. I was surprised to see a lady exit the Suburban. Don Luciano walked up to me and introduced her as his sister, Dona Maria. He also had three armed men with him. They looked as serious as a heart attack. They must have been Don’s personal bodyguards. I led everyone into the barn.

“Well, well, well”, said Don to the three officers hanging from the rafters by their arms. He looked at them quietly. The other two men peed their pants. Don didn’t seem to notice.

“So who was the man who came up with the great idea to start raping all of the beautiful ladies in our beloved city?” he asked them.

Both Thomas and Ricardo yelled out Eloy at the same time. Eloy glared at them and then opened his mouth to say something. The old man quickly drew a .45 from his waistband and blew off half of Eloy’s head with one shot. The shot came so quick and startled me so bad that I almost peed my pants. Thomas and Ricardo started crying loudly.

The three bodyguards and Dona Maria moved up closer. The sister was carrying a grocery bag. I thought this was strange, but she seemed to move with a purpose and no one questioned her. Don walked over to his men and whispered something to them. They all walked over to Eloy’s hanging body and started undressing him.

Dona Maria casually walked up to the dead body and started examining him. It reminded me of a butcher examining a steer inside a freezer. She motioned for one of the bodyguards to come closer and she gave him some quiet instructions. He proceeded to pull out a wicked looking knife and cut off a large piece of Eloy’s thigh and shoulder. He handed the meat to her and then I saw the other men walk in with a table and some other items that Dona Maria had requested.

I quickly realized that they men had set up the table and lit a propane camp stove on top of it. Dona Maria laid out several cooking utensils and then reached into her grocery bag and pulled out a tomato, onion, a bunch of cilantro, and some spices.

Don Luciano smiled at the two unfortunate men and said, “My sister is a very good cook. Tonight, you are in luck. She will be cooking you a last meal. Something this hijo de su chingada madre did not have”, he said while pointing at Eloy. “But wait! There is a twist. She will serve both of you a nice bowl of stew. Whoever finishes every drop first will be allowed to live…but only under one condition. You must never speak of this again”. Don Luciano turned and smiled at his sister. She nodded and smiled back.

By this time, Junior was getting sick to his stomach. He was always a little weak-kneed when it came to serious work. When the first cube of flesh hit the hot pan, he proceeded to run outside and throw up. The two special dinner guests were crying like little girls while they watched Dona Maria lovingly prepare what was potentially their last meal.

Not much later, Dona Maria divided up the stew into two equal portions. The men were let down from the rafters and cuffed to a heavy bench by one hand. The other was left loose so they could eat. The table was brought over to them and the bowls and spoons were placed within easy reach.

Don Luciano looked at them with a gleam in his eyes. “Ok, cabrones. On the count of three you can start eating”. The two men were trembling. They didn’t look at each other, only at the large bowls in front of them.

“Uno. Dos. Tres.”

In a flash Thomas went for the bowl and started eating like a wild dog. His right hand was a blur. Ricardo seemed to be gagging on the first bite. Eloy had been his life-long friend so I guess the thought of Eloy Stew was messing with his mind. He threw up after only a few bites.

Within a few minutes Thomas had finished the entire bowl. He sat up straight, wiped his mouth and looked over at Ricardo’s bowl. Ricardo’s eyes got big as Don Luciano walked up to him and shot him right between the eyes. He fell face down in the bowl of hot stew.

I had to hand it to old Don Luciano. That was beautiful.

Don Luciano tucked the weapon back into his waistband. “I, Luciano Vega DeLeon am a man of my word. I will not kill you, as you have won the contest. I will let you live. But I will keep my eyes on you and if you ever speak of this again I will find out about it. I will then kill you and your family. Do I make myself clear?”

Thomas nodded vigorously. One of the bodyguards uncuffed him and pointed at the door. Thomas took off walking quickly out of the barn, picking up speed as he exited the door and entered a plowed field.

Dona Maria turned to the bodyguard next to her. She said, “Dame el rifle venadero” (give me the deer rifle). He handed a rifle to her and she leaned against the doorframe, taking careful aim. The gun jumped in her hands and Thomas hit the ground with a bullet in the back of the head.

Don Luciano turned to Junior and I and said, “See, I am a man of my word. I did not kill him.”

Dona Maria walked up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She thanked me for bringing the *******s to her. After she got into the Suburban, Don Luciano shook my hand and gave me a paper bag full of money. He got into the Suburban and then rolled down his window. He invited us to lunch the next day at his hacienda.

Junior and I just stood there looking at each other like dummies. They drove off before I could answer him. Oh well. I needed a few days of rest anyway.

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Don Luciano died of a heart attack about six months later. His sister, Dona Maria, took over his business and ruled with an iron fist for four years until Don Luciano’s oldest son took over. I kind of miss the old man. He was really nice—especially for a hard-core killer.