bullshit.
“Fine,” Povikov finally replied. “I still have men going to Nashville where they are but it will be to scare them only.”
I read through his lie like I was tellin’ it myself. Wasn’t no way Liv or Shaw would live through what he had planned. He was taken one or both of them out. I had to get off the phone with him and call in reinforcements. Meanwhile, I was a better liar than he was—hell, I was Northern Irish after all and a Catholic—because it was in our blood to be deceitful. Not when we had to live through the British invasions of Belfast and face off with the Protestants. This man on the other end of the line didn’t know what war was. Not when you were killin’ your own people because they were the wrong religion and the Brits that fucking supported the bastard Unionists who wanted Northern Ireland to stay a part of the UK.
“Okay, I will see what your men will do tomorrow . . . however, if Liv is hurt in any way, I’ll track you down and I will kill you. That’s not a threat Abraham Povikov—that’s a promise.”
He swallowed loud enough for me to hear him. “Liv is strong girl. She can handle herself just fine—”
“Not if she has bullets flyin’ at her she can’t.” I had cocaine to chop up and sell plus a new batch of Oxycontin had come in. This conversation had just gotten old real fast. “I’ll hold you to your word, Povikov. At the end of it all, that’s all a man had is his word. If anything happens . . . I’d sleep with one eye open if I was you.” I ended the call and quickly dialed another number.
“Who’s this?” a southern accent slurred.
“You crazy son of a bitch. What the fuck did you call Povikov for before me?”
I could hear Joe panic in the background as he lit a cigarette. “Carter, it was nothin’ personal. Shaw encouraged Annabelle to leave me and I was angry—”
“This is about a piece of pussy?” I roared with anger. “You think that’s worth getting Shaw and Liv murdered? If that Russian Jew succeeds, I will hold you personally responsible. I will ruin you and your redneck Dixie Mafia empire, you got that?”
Joe coughed in the background before he hawked phlegm through his mouth and it wet some place in his trailer park. I couldn’t imagine his country ass living in a decent place.
“My boys and I will be there. We know they plan to attack ‘em at the mall because we have it on good suspicion they are going shoppin’. It’s a high end place and we are gonna stand out like a broken thumb but I promise you no harm will come to Shaw or Liv—”
“Fuck Shaw. He’s got that Povikov on his side. You only have one person to protect and that’s Liv. I won’t tell you how but she’s a relative. Not a close one but my second cousin is her goddamn aunt. If I don’t protect her then I will face a whole hell of a lot trouble, and not just from my brothers. I will feel this shit all the way from Belfast because they will send men to kill me.”
Joe blew smoke from his end into the cell phone. “Well, you know we have a special relationship, Carter. We’re kin in the fact that we’re both Irish—”
“No, boy, we ain’t kin.” My voice turned to ice. “You’re some American loser whose family has been here for generations. You probably ain’t even pure—got all that nigger and Indian blood in your veins from years back but deny it. Me, I’m one hundred percent Irish. I came off the plane, I know my family crest and all the generations that came before me. So you and I ain’t nothing alike. But if you don’t protect Liv, we will have somethin’ in common. I swear on the Mother of Christ that I will kill you before someone does the same to me. You got that?”
Joe was quiet for a minute. “Yes, sir.”
“Good now I don’t know what kind of deal you made with Povikov but remember that our deal comes first. If you don’t, you’ll have hell to pay.” I hung up and began to unpack my shipments.
Tonight, I would
“Fine,” Povikov finally replied. “I still have men going to Nashville where they are but it will be to scare them only.”
I read through his lie like I was tellin’ it myself. Wasn’t no way Liv or Shaw would live through what he had planned. He was taken one or both of them out. I had to get off the phone with him and call in reinforcements. Meanwhile, I was a better liar than he was—hell, I was Northern Irish after all and a Catholic—because it was in our blood to be deceitful. Not when we had to live through the British invasions of Belfast and face off with the Protestants. This man on the other end of the line didn’t know what war was. Not when you were killin’ your own people because they were the wrong religion and the Brits that fucking supported the bastard Unionists who wanted Northern Ireland to stay a part of the UK.
“Okay, I will see what your men will do tomorrow . . . however, if Liv is hurt in any way, I’ll track you down and I will kill you. That’s not a threat Abraham Povikov—that’s a promise.”
He swallowed loud enough for me to hear him. “Liv is strong girl. She can handle herself just fine—”
“Not if she has bullets flyin’ at her she can’t.” I had cocaine to chop up and sell plus a new batch of Oxycontin had come in. This conversation had just gotten old real fast. “I’ll hold you to your word, Povikov. At the end of it all, that’s all a man had is his word. If anything happens . . . I’d sleep with one eye open if I was you.” I ended the call and quickly dialed another number.
“Who’s this?” a southern accent slurred.
“You crazy son of a bitch. What the fuck did you call Povikov for before me?”
I could hear Joe panic in the background as he lit a cigarette. “Carter, it was nothin’ personal. Shaw encouraged Annabelle to leave me and I was angry—”
“This is about a piece of pussy?” I roared with anger. “You think that’s worth getting Shaw and Liv murdered? If that Russian Jew succeeds, I will hold you personally responsible. I will ruin you and your redneck Dixie Mafia empire, you got that?”
Joe coughed in the background before he hawked phlegm through his mouth and it wet some place in his trailer park. I couldn’t imagine his country ass living in a decent place.
“My boys and I will be there. We know they plan to attack ‘em at the mall because we have it on good suspicion they are going shoppin’. It’s a high end place and we are gonna stand out like a broken thumb but I promise you no harm will come to Shaw or Liv—”
“Fuck Shaw. He’s got that Povikov on his side. You only have one person to protect and that’s Liv. I won’t tell you how but she’s a relative. Not a close one but my second cousin is her goddamn aunt. If I don’t protect her then I will face a whole hell of a lot trouble, and not just from my brothers. I will feel this shit all the way from Belfast because they will send men to kill me.”
Joe blew smoke from his end into the cell phone. “Well, you know we have a special relationship, Carter. We’re kin in the fact that we’re both Irish—”
“No, boy, we ain’t kin.” My voice turned to ice. “You’re some American loser whose family has been here for generations. You probably ain’t even pure—got all that nigger and Indian blood in your veins from years back but deny it. Me, I’m one hundred percent Irish. I came off the plane, I know my family crest and all the generations that came before me. So you and I ain’t nothing alike. But if you don’t protect Liv, we will have somethin’ in common. I swear on the Mother of Christ that I will kill you before someone does the same to me. You got that?”
Joe was quiet for a minute. “Yes, sir.”
“Good now I don’t know what kind of deal you made with Povikov but remember that our deal comes first. If you don’t, you’ll have hell to pay.” I hung up and began to unpack my shipments.
Tonight, I would
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