pages have been written with different color pens and different styles of hand writing. Examining the book I see where the staples are in the centre, a small piece of paper clinging to it, like pages that have been ripped out and re written.
“Last chance before G takes your tongue out of your mouth with a pair of scissors,” G clasps his shoulder and I watch as his fingers are digging into Tony’s skin.
The next thirty seconds happen as time is completely suspended. Nothing moves forward, nothing moves back. The hands on the clock still and the air in the room smothers with contempt and hatred.
Tony pushes his chair back, swings around, upper cuts G, tossing him to the floor. As G stumbles back and falls, Tony produces a gun from his waist band and aims it at G.
I stand with so much force that my chair topples over and hits my calf.
With my heart throbbing in my ears, adrenalin has now taken over.
Simultaneously Tony shoots G, as I draw my gun from my waist band and shoot Tony.
Tony swings around and points his gun to me; I’ve shot him in the left shoulder, temporarily stunning him not to shoot G again. With his gun pointed to me I aim for his head but G gets to him first. With another ringing of the gun, Tony stumbles back a few steps and crumbles to the floor. G hoists himself up using the desk for support and I come around to stand next to him.
Tony’s gurgling on the cold hard cement. He’s not dead yet, but the death rattle’s already set in and it won’t take long for his blackened soul to leave his body. I squat down next to him and bring my gun to his temple as I lift his head. I don’t care if I get blood on me.
“Tell me who’s behind this.”
“He… said… that… you…”his speech is broken, he can barely inhale air. “Must…be….” A small shallow breath, his chest isn’t working as hard as it was, his body relaxes, his head lolls back, his eyes half closed, his heart stops working.
“Fuck!” I scream out as I drop his heavy head to the floor.
I look over at G and he’s breathing’s a little erratic as I see ribbons of red coming from his shoulder.
The door flings open and Marko runs in with his gun drawn flanked by several more men from the house.
They look at G, their eyes then dart over to me and finally find the body that’s lying dead on the floor. Marko holsters his weapon and in three large strides is by my side.
“You okay, Boss? No holes anywhere?”
“I’m fine. G, you alright?”
“Just a scrape.” But the blood’s seeping through his shirt, he’s holding his arm from his elbow close to his body as the crimson liquid falls fairly fast.
“First aid kit,” I holler at Marko as he darts out of the room. The rest of the men in the house are gathering around the door to see what’s happening.
Within minutes or possibly seconds Marko returns with a medical bag, he rips the top open and is already getting gauzes out.
“It’s really not that bad,” G rolls his eyes as he’s sitting back in the chair that Tony was sitting on.
Marko rips G’s shirt taking it off him and I see he’s right, the bullet’s only skimmed his right shoulder. It looks worse than it actually is.
“Told ya, Frankie, you fucking stress for nothing. A damn band aid will fix this. I’ve had worse, and inflicted by worse.” He grins at me.
“You’re a damn arsehole, G. Scared the shit out of me.” I kneel beside him and let my head lean on the arm of the chair as Marko applies a bandage.
“You aren’t getting rid of me that easy, it’ll take more than a bullet to stop me.” He chuckles.
Marko finishes with the wound and silently packs up to leave. The rest of the guys have left their hovering by the door. I walk over, close the office door and sit back down at the desk.
“If Tony was dirty, that’ll mean more of the boys are, too. He was either working for someone or helping someone close to our family, G.”
“Yeah I was thinking the same thing, what do
“Last chance before G takes your tongue out of your mouth with a pair of scissors,” G clasps his shoulder and I watch as his fingers are digging into Tony’s skin.
The next thirty seconds happen as time is completely suspended. Nothing moves forward, nothing moves back. The hands on the clock still and the air in the room smothers with contempt and hatred.
Tony pushes his chair back, swings around, upper cuts G, tossing him to the floor. As G stumbles back and falls, Tony produces a gun from his waist band and aims it at G.
I stand with so much force that my chair topples over and hits my calf.
With my heart throbbing in my ears, adrenalin has now taken over.
Simultaneously Tony shoots G, as I draw my gun from my waist band and shoot Tony.
Tony swings around and points his gun to me; I’ve shot him in the left shoulder, temporarily stunning him not to shoot G again. With his gun pointed to me I aim for his head but G gets to him first. With another ringing of the gun, Tony stumbles back a few steps and crumbles to the floor. G hoists himself up using the desk for support and I come around to stand next to him.
Tony’s gurgling on the cold hard cement. He’s not dead yet, but the death rattle’s already set in and it won’t take long for his blackened soul to leave his body. I squat down next to him and bring my gun to his temple as I lift his head. I don’t care if I get blood on me.
“Tell me who’s behind this.”
“He… said… that… you…”his speech is broken, he can barely inhale air. “Must…be….” A small shallow breath, his chest isn’t working as hard as it was, his body relaxes, his head lolls back, his eyes half closed, his heart stops working.
“Fuck!” I scream out as I drop his heavy head to the floor.
I look over at G and he’s breathing’s a little erratic as I see ribbons of red coming from his shoulder.
The door flings open and Marko runs in with his gun drawn flanked by several more men from the house.
They look at G, their eyes then dart over to me and finally find the body that’s lying dead on the floor. Marko holsters his weapon and in three large strides is by my side.
“You okay, Boss? No holes anywhere?”
“I’m fine. G, you alright?”
“Just a scrape.” But the blood’s seeping through his shirt, he’s holding his arm from his elbow close to his body as the crimson liquid falls fairly fast.
“First aid kit,” I holler at Marko as he darts out of the room. The rest of the men in the house are gathering around the door to see what’s happening.
Within minutes or possibly seconds Marko returns with a medical bag, he rips the top open and is already getting gauzes out.
“It’s really not that bad,” G rolls his eyes as he’s sitting back in the chair that Tony was sitting on.
Marko rips G’s shirt taking it off him and I see he’s right, the bullet’s only skimmed his right shoulder. It looks worse than it actually is.
“Told ya, Frankie, you fucking stress for nothing. A damn band aid will fix this. I’ve had worse, and inflicted by worse.” He grins at me.
“You’re a damn arsehole, G. Scared the shit out of me.” I kneel beside him and let my head lean on the arm of the chair as Marko applies a bandage.
“You aren’t getting rid of me that easy, it’ll take more than a bullet to stop me.” He chuckles.
Marko finishes with the wound and silently packs up to leave. The rest of the guys have left their hovering by the door. I walk over, close the office door and sit back down at the desk.
“If Tony was dirty, that’ll mean more of the boys are, too. He was either working for someone or helping someone close to our family, G.”
“Yeah I was thinking the same thing, what do
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