On the Side of the Road (eBook)

John Gojcaj, Louis Romano (Autoren)

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2022 | 1. Auflage
344 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
978-1-6678-7082-3 (ISBN)

Infos

On a dirt road in Barranquilla, Colombia sometime in the 1970's a mother of baby twin boys is forced to make the most difficult decision of her life. One of her sons grows to become a major part of the Cali Cartel drug trafficking world. The other boy's life remains a mystery until the drug dealer son begins searching for his lost twin.

John Gojcaj is of Albanian decent and was born in Skorraqi, Montenegro. He lived much of his life in Detroit, Michigan where he finished his college education. He's lived in New York for the past thirty-eight years where he has enjoyed a career in engineering and construction. Gojcaj appeared in several New York magazines doing promotional work for Disney. Acting is one of his passions. Gojaj lives with his growing family in Rockland County, New York. This is his first novel.

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CHAPTER FOUR

Two days after Carlos first set eyes on Maria, making his first of many lurid advances, he showed up at the Olimpica supermarket at closing time.

Maria was locking the gates on the front of the store when she was startled by a deep voice from behind her.

“Good evening, Maria.”

Maria jumped as she turned to see the imposing figure of Carlos staring at her like a mental patient.

“I found out your name from one of your colleagues. I also found out what time you got off work tonight. I even know that next Wednesday is your birthday. How about a few drinks and some dinner to celebrate, my dear Maria?” Carlos uttered.

“Excuse me. I’ve had a long day, and I am busy. I am not interested,” Maria declared. She began walking away from her pursuer.

“When you find out about me and the bread I make, you’ll change your mind.”

“Please leave me alone.”

“Maybe that’s your problem, my love. You have been alone too long. You probably forgot what a man feels like. I learned more than just your name from your colleague. Some pesos buy a lot of information. For example, you don’t go with men anymore. If you are a lesbian, that would be such a waste. But I don’t think so. At least I hope not.”

Carlos hustled to Maria until he was walking beside her.

“Please leave me alone, or I will call the police,” Maria warned. She felt a pit in her stomach just talking to this man.

“Ha! The police? The police all know me. I have them in my pocket, so they will laugh at you as I am,” Carlos guffawed.

Maria kept her head down as she headed for the safety of the church and Padre Jorge. She wanted to go straight home to prepare supper for Tony but wouldn’t dare show this creep where she lived.

Carlos carried on his insistent flirting until he realized Maria was moving toward the sanctuary of the church.

“A good Catholic girl, I see. I can tell you one thing. I don’t give up so easy. That silly, little priest can hear your confession after our first date. His hair will stand up from what he hears.” Carlos laughed.

Maria ignored the comment as she opened the reddish wood main entrance door to the church.

“See you soon, my love. Next time I will bring you flowers and a soccer ball for that son of yours,” Carlos yelled.

Maria closed the heavy door behind her, placing her quivering back against it, trying hard not to cry.

***

Maria had rejected Carlos’ advances on several more occasions. The more she sent him away, the more Carlos wanted her. It was more than just wanting her. Carlos was craving her, obsessed with her. He was like a dead-eyed shark searching for its helpless prey. Nothing would stand between him and having Maria.

Thankfully, there was a one-week break in the harassment when Carlos went to Cartagena to resupply his thriving business. Maria was hoping against hope and praying that her tormentor was gone for good. She wouldn’t mention what was going on in her life with anyone. Not Padre Jorge, and certainly not the corrupt police.

***

One evening, Maria and Tony were watching an American television series in English, which they never missed. The Partridge Family was a program that Maria allowed the boy to watch although he wanted to see Hawaii Five-O. Maria felt, and rightfully so, that there was too much drugs and violence on police shows for her young son.

They laughed and chucked together at the Rated G Partridge Family. They also used a red, tattered English dictionary for words they didn’t fully understand. It was fun for mother and son to be together and use the show as a learning experience.

Occasionally, Padre Jorge would join them to have dinner and watch American television. This night was not one of those nights.

After the show was over, it was time for Tony to go to bed. Before Maria tucked her boy in, she watched over Tony as he knelt by his bed and said his prayers, which always included three Hail Marys and three Our Fathers. Tony would alternate the prayers in Spanish and English to practice his second language. Maria kissed her son’s forehead and headed for the kitchen to light the votive candles to St. Anthony and St. Francesco and say her own prayers. This was her nightly routine which she never wavered from nor skipped.

All the lights in the apartment were off, leaving the flickering candles to cast an almost eerie shadow on the two rosary-encrusted ceramic statues and the white plaster ceiling.

Maria made her way to her bedroom to say more prayers which helped her fall asleep. Ever since parting with her son, Francesco, on the deserted dirt road, Maria slept restlessly, tossing and turning throughout the night. This night promised to be no different.

Maria never heard Carlos Torres as he picked the lock of her front door and silently closed it behind him.

Carlos entered the tiny apartment, walking on the balls of his sneakered feet. He made his way to the first bedroom and saw a young boy curled up in his pajamas, hugging a small, square, blue, satin security blanket. Some kids used those blankets until they married. Carlos held his breath and slowly closed the bedroom door, not letting the doorknob engage to make any sound.

The candles helped to illuminate the ceiling between the kitchen and the second bedroom where his prey would be found. Carlos took a deep breath to help subdue his adrenalin, his heart beating thickly in his ears.

He was beginning to become aroused from the idea of seeing Maria in her bed. If he couldn’t have her willingly, he would force himself on her. Carlos convinced himself that once he entered her, Maria would enjoy him so much that she would gladly and enthusiastically be his any time he wanted.

Carlos entered the room, moving ever so slowly until his shins were touching the side of Maria’s bed. Maria restlessly rolled over, exposing the shoulder straps of her plain cotton nightgown. Seeing her black hair and the smooth olive skin on Maria’s shoulders got Carlos fully erect. He slowly pulled down his jogging pants, putting his knee on the single bed.

Maria felt the bed move and turned, thinking it was Tony who may have had a bad dream. Instead, she saw the outline of her own worst nightmare looming over her. As she opened her mouth to scream, Carlos wrapped his wide hand around her mouth and nose to suppress any noise. Maria couldn’t breathe.

With one hand on Maria’s mouth and one pulling down the single sheet that was covering her body, Carlos moved his head close to his victim’s ear. She could smell the tobacco and liquor and the sharp cologne that Carlos soaked himself with.

“So, I suppose I wasn’t good enough for you, bitch. No woman rejects me like you have. None ever—so now I will show you what I’m about. If you scream, I will choke you to death, fuck your dead body, and go inside and slit your son’s throat like a baby pig. So now after I fuck you good, you will come back begging me for more.”

Maria now knew it was Carlos, her persistent tormentor.

Carlos loosened his hold on the trembling Maria’s mouth, allowing her to breathe again.

“Please don’t do this to me,” Maria exclaimed.

“Shut the fuck up. You will be grateful to me in a few minutes.”

Carlos pulled the sheet off Maria, sending it to the bedroom floor. His knees straddled the terrified woman’s body. He pinned her hands over her head with his left hand and groped under Maria’s nightgown, feeling that she was not wearing panties. He inserted his middle finger inside her dry vagina, causing Maria to gasp in pain.

Carlos dropped his head down to Maria’s neck, licking her closed lips and nibbling at her soft skin. The smell of him nearly caused Maria to vomit. She swallowed hard, realizing that if she did throw up on him, he would likely kill her, and then Tony.

“Please, I’m begging you in the Lord’s name. Please no,” Maria pleaded.

Carlos slammed himself inside Maria completely, causing Maria to scream in pain.

“There you see now, mami. Papi has a big dick, right? You should have put out for me months ago,” Carlos uttered. He continued to pound away on his victim. Maria began to sob, trying to stifle her voice.

Tony awoke from the commotion he heard coming from his mother’s bedroom. He could hear his mom crying. The springs on her bed were squealing, like when Maria would allow him to jump and use the bed like a trampoline on occasion. The young boy peeked into the darkened room, seeing the outline of a man lying on and moving hurriedly on top of his mother. Carlos suddenly reached his orgasm and...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 19.10.2022
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Krimi / Thriller / Horror
• ISBN-10: 1-6678-7082-3 / 1667870823
• ISBN-13: 978-1-6678-7082-3 / 9781667870823