lot. The steel stacks were like arthritic fingers sticking up
into the night. The one side of the building had a few big ‘ol spotlights and
that’s where I stopped riding.
I lit up a smoke and watched the
car as it came to a skidding halt.
The backdoors opened and two men in
suits came out. They drew weapons and rushed right at me. I just stood there
like I didn’t have a care in the world. Normally in a situation like that, they’d
stand there with their guns and someone else would come out of the car and we’d
have a discussion.
Not tonight.
The guy on my left got close and
swung his gun at me. He hit me so hard in the jaw, I spit my cigarette across
the lot. The second guy then hit me in the back. I felt like every rib of mine
shattered. I was then on my hands and knees.
Well then … no hello?
I turned and swung a fist at the
guy’s knee. I heard something pop and he tried to stand back, stumbling. I
grabbed for my ride and pulled myself up. If these guys were real about
shooting me, they would have by then. But they weren’t going to shoot me. This
was more than me being dead.
The first guy went after me again,
slamming fist and gun against my back.
I threw an elbow, hitting him in
the cheek.
The second guy came at me again,
driving his gun into my gut, stealing my breath. They then quickly each grabbed
an arm and I was being held.
That’s when the passenger door
opened and out came Porter.
Of course it was Porter.
He walked toward me with attitude.
He had the clean cut, good boy look
about him complete with perfectly slicked back black hair, an expensive suit,
an even more expensive watch, and shoes that clicked against the pavement like
a counter counting down the steps until I was dead.
The thing was… I could die but a
guy like Porter wasn’t going to kill me. Not a fucking chance in hell. I’d
fight until one of the goons holding my arms would kill me.
“Look what we have here,” Porter
said.
“What the fuck do you want?” I
asked.
“I guess we have business,
Knoxville. I mean, you did go after one of my guys. Took him outside. Put him
against a building that I’m involved with.”
“Danny? This is about that fat
prick?” I smiled. “He owed my band money. I don’t tolerate that shit.”
“Good choice of words,” Porter
said. “ I don ’t tolerate that shit . That’s good. It shows we have
something in common. Well, besides Ana, right?”
He started to laugh.
I felt the hot lava of jealousy
kick up inside me.
Ana was supposed to escape this
fucking town, not jump into the arms of some dickhead like Porter.
“Let’s go back to toleration,” Porter
said. “I don’t tolerate what you did.”
With that said, Porter threw a
punch to my gut. He grabbed my jaw and put my face forward. I then took another
punch, this one to the jaw. I pulled at my arms, but the goons had a hell of a
grip.
“That’s a good start,” Porter said.
“I see you’re wearing that leather jacket, huh? Does that mean something? Or
are you revisiting old memories?”
I coughed and spit a hunk of blood
right to Porter’s shoe.
He nodded and swung again, hitting
me on the other side of the jaw.
“I’ll tell you this, Knoxville… if
the Reaper’s Bastards think they’re going to just push through this town into
my city, you’re going to regret it.”
“Fuck yourself,” I said. “You don’t
know what you’re up against.”
“Neither do you. But I am in a good
mood. I took care of a family problem and it was nice to do. So I’m going to
pass on my goodhearted feelings. I’m going to let you walk away tonight. And I’m
even going to let you have Ana… eventually. When I’m done with her. Right now,
she still has use to me.”
The rage boiled over. I couldn’t
image some man putting his hands on Ana. She was my girl. She was my love. I
was the one who was supposed to take care of her and protect her. Keeping her
at a distance was supposed to help her, not cause all this.
I
into the night. The one side of the building had a few big ‘ol spotlights and
that’s where I stopped riding.
I lit up a smoke and watched the
car as it came to a skidding halt.
The backdoors opened and two men in
suits came out. They drew weapons and rushed right at me. I just stood there
like I didn’t have a care in the world. Normally in a situation like that, they’d
stand there with their guns and someone else would come out of the car and we’d
have a discussion.
Not tonight.
The guy on my left got close and
swung his gun at me. He hit me so hard in the jaw, I spit my cigarette across
the lot. The second guy then hit me in the back. I felt like every rib of mine
shattered. I was then on my hands and knees.
Well then … no hello?
I turned and swung a fist at the
guy’s knee. I heard something pop and he tried to stand back, stumbling. I
grabbed for my ride and pulled myself up. If these guys were real about
shooting me, they would have by then. But they weren’t going to shoot me. This
was more than me being dead.
The first guy went after me again,
slamming fist and gun against my back.
I threw an elbow, hitting him in
the cheek.
The second guy came at me again,
driving his gun into my gut, stealing my breath. They then quickly each grabbed
an arm and I was being held.
That’s when the passenger door
opened and out came Porter.
Of course it was Porter.
He walked toward me with attitude.
He had the clean cut, good boy look
about him complete with perfectly slicked back black hair, an expensive suit,
an even more expensive watch, and shoes that clicked against the pavement like
a counter counting down the steps until I was dead.
The thing was… I could die but a
guy like Porter wasn’t going to kill me. Not a fucking chance in hell. I’d
fight until one of the goons holding my arms would kill me.
“Look what we have here,” Porter
said.
“What the fuck do you want?” I
asked.
“I guess we have business,
Knoxville. I mean, you did go after one of my guys. Took him outside. Put him
against a building that I’m involved with.”
“Danny? This is about that fat
prick?” I smiled. “He owed my band money. I don’t tolerate that shit.”
“Good choice of words,” Porter
said. “ I don ’t tolerate that shit . That’s good. It shows we have
something in common. Well, besides Ana, right?”
He started to laugh.
I felt the hot lava of jealousy
kick up inside me.
Ana was supposed to escape this
fucking town, not jump into the arms of some dickhead like Porter.
“Let’s go back to toleration,” Porter
said. “I don’t tolerate what you did.”
With that said, Porter threw a
punch to my gut. He grabbed my jaw and put my face forward. I then took another
punch, this one to the jaw. I pulled at my arms, but the goons had a hell of a
grip.
“That’s a good start,” Porter said.
“I see you’re wearing that leather jacket, huh? Does that mean something? Or
are you revisiting old memories?”
I coughed and spit a hunk of blood
right to Porter’s shoe.
He nodded and swung again, hitting
me on the other side of the jaw.
“I’ll tell you this, Knoxville… if
the Reaper’s Bastards think they’re going to just push through this town into
my city, you’re going to regret it.”
“Fuck yourself,” I said. “You don’t
know what you’re up against.”
“Neither do you. But I am in a good
mood. I took care of a family problem and it was nice to do. So I’m going to
pass on my goodhearted feelings. I’m going to let you walk away tonight. And I’m
even going to let you have Ana… eventually. When I’m done with her. Right now,
she still has use to me.”
The rage boiled over. I couldn’t
image some man putting his hands on Ana. She was my girl. She was my love. I
was the one who was supposed to take care of her and protect her. Keeping her
at a distance was supposed to help her, not cause all this.
I
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