bringing him to his feet and then snapped fully alert and firing on all cylinders in a split second.
He tossed his head back hard, connecting squarely with Larry’s face. There was a thud as the back of Alex’s head collided with Larry’s forehead. Alex then lunged forward and brought the fragment of the pallet hard across Marco’s face. A sound like hamburger being dropped on the floor filled the back of the lot from the impact.
Marco screamed and tried raising the gun with his left hand but before he could get it up, Alex brought the fragment of board down on Marco’s casted right arm.
The wood exploded and Marco let out an explosive yell of pain. He then dropped the gun as he fell to his knees, still wailing in pain. Alex took advantage of this by slamming his knee into Marco’s face. With Marco on the ground, writhing in pain, Alex took the gun Marco had been using… a handgun that was almost identical to Jameson’s.
He then turned back to Larry who was just now coming to his senses. Larry was a brute of a man ,and since Alex didn’t see himself having time to have a respectable fight with the man, he did the only thing he knew to do. He ran up to him and delivered a devastatingly hard kick to Larry’s balls. Larry dropped to his knee,s and when he did, Alex delivered a hard right hand to his chin, knocking him out cold. Both attacks took less than two seconds.
Alex turned back around to Marco and leveled the gun at his head. It was all happening so fast, and he was reminded how good it felt to be in a fight. He had always been good in them, even from the playgrounds of his youth. He was always in control, always moving and thinking two or even three steps ahead. It was no different now as he approached Marco with the gun in his hand.
Earlier, as he had been haunted by thoughts of beating up Marco in Chicago, Alex had wondered if he would ever have the guts to kill the man if it came to that. Now, under the cover of night and with his bike having been badly damaged, he couldn’t wait to pull the trigger.
“How did you know we were here?” Alex asked.
“I’m not telling you shit,” Marco said.
Alex shrugged and brought a hard stomping motion down on Marco’s cast. Something cracked; whether it was the cast or Marco’s arm, Alex wasn’t sure. Nor did he care.
When Marco opened his mouth to scream out in pain, Alex placed the gun inside of it. Marco’s eyes went wide, and he started to tremble. Alex could hear the man’s teeth clattering against the barrel. A tear ran down his face, and Alex could tell by his expression that it embarrassed the hell out of Marco.
“How?”
“Found out from one of your boys,” Marco said, his tongue finding it hard to speak around the barrel of the gun. He sounded like a little kid that was trying to speak with a mouthful of food.
“Who?” Alex asked, pushing the barrel in even further.
That’s when a noise behind them sounded out—a hydraulic sound followed by a bang. Alex looked up and saw a man wearing a hard hat standing at the top of a set of steel stairs. Behind him, a door was opened revealing the murky light of the warehouse. The hum of machinery spilled out of it.
“What the fuck is going on?” the man said.
“Not your business,” Alex called, looking to the ground so the man wouldn’t have a clear description.
“This is a place of business,” the man said. The graveyard shift, Alex said. Of course. Shit.
“Then get back to your business,” Alex called out.
“I will, as soon as I call the police. Better get a good running start, buddy.”
“This does not concern you,” Alex screamed to him, looking to the ground so the guy couldn’t get a straight look at his face.
“Last chance,” the man said. “I’m calling the police.”
Shit, Alex thought, nearly pulling the trigger anyway.
Alex leaned down into Marco’s face, so close
He tossed his head back hard, connecting squarely with Larry’s face. There was a thud as the back of Alex’s head collided with Larry’s forehead. Alex then lunged forward and brought the fragment of the pallet hard across Marco’s face. A sound like hamburger being dropped on the floor filled the back of the lot from the impact.
Marco screamed and tried raising the gun with his left hand but before he could get it up, Alex brought the fragment of board down on Marco’s casted right arm.
The wood exploded and Marco let out an explosive yell of pain. He then dropped the gun as he fell to his knees, still wailing in pain. Alex took advantage of this by slamming his knee into Marco’s face. With Marco on the ground, writhing in pain, Alex took the gun Marco had been using… a handgun that was almost identical to Jameson’s.
He then turned back to Larry who was just now coming to his senses. Larry was a brute of a man ,and since Alex didn’t see himself having time to have a respectable fight with the man, he did the only thing he knew to do. He ran up to him and delivered a devastatingly hard kick to Larry’s balls. Larry dropped to his knee,s and when he did, Alex delivered a hard right hand to his chin, knocking him out cold. Both attacks took less than two seconds.
Alex turned back around to Marco and leveled the gun at his head. It was all happening so fast, and he was reminded how good it felt to be in a fight. He had always been good in them, even from the playgrounds of his youth. He was always in control, always moving and thinking two or even three steps ahead. It was no different now as he approached Marco with the gun in his hand.
Earlier, as he had been haunted by thoughts of beating up Marco in Chicago, Alex had wondered if he would ever have the guts to kill the man if it came to that. Now, under the cover of night and with his bike having been badly damaged, he couldn’t wait to pull the trigger.
“How did you know we were here?” Alex asked.
“I’m not telling you shit,” Marco said.
Alex shrugged and brought a hard stomping motion down on Marco’s cast. Something cracked; whether it was the cast or Marco’s arm, Alex wasn’t sure. Nor did he care.
When Marco opened his mouth to scream out in pain, Alex placed the gun inside of it. Marco’s eyes went wide, and he started to tremble. Alex could hear the man’s teeth clattering against the barrel. A tear ran down his face, and Alex could tell by his expression that it embarrassed the hell out of Marco.
“How?”
“Found out from one of your boys,” Marco said, his tongue finding it hard to speak around the barrel of the gun. He sounded like a little kid that was trying to speak with a mouthful of food.
“Who?” Alex asked, pushing the barrel in even further.
That’s when a noise behind them sounded out—a hydraulic sound followed by a bang. Alex looked up and saw a man wearing a hard hat standing at the top of a set of steel stairs. Behind him, a door was opened revealing the murky light of the warehouse. The hum of machinery spilled out of it.
“What the fuck is going on?” the man said.
“Not your business,” Alex called, looking to the ground so the man wouldn’t have a clear description.
“This is a place of business,” the man said. The graveyard shift, Alex said. Of course. Shit.
“Then get back to your business,” Alex called out.
“I will, as soon as I call the police. Better get a good running start, buddy.”
“This does not concern you,” Alex screamed to him, looking to the ground so the guy couldn’t get a straight look at his face.
“Last chance,” the man said. “I’m calling the police.”
Shit, Alex thought, nearly pulling the trigger anyway.
Alex leaned down into Marco’s face, so close
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