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races over that damn
Roz again. Roz again! But he didn’t hesitate. He was off to the races too.
CHAPTER SIX
They jumped
into their father’s four-seater Maserati and had barely closed the door when
Mick put pedal to the medal and sped off. The pure power sound of that revved up engine caused the valets to smile
and shake their head as the car sped away from the restaurant. When it made it onto the street, it completed
a fast U-turn, and then flew.
Gloria and
Joey sat in the backseat, while Teddy sat up front with their father, and all
three held on for dear life. Their
father might have been dressed conservatively in his expensive business suit,
but he was changing gears like an all-pro racer. Zoom! the car went. Za-zoom ! it went some more. And Mick was turning corners and going around curves as if he lived for
this shit.
And Joey,
who wanted to live for this kind of adrenalin rush too, was elated. He loved it! He looked at his father, at his big biceps so muscle-tight even through
that suit coat, at the way he maneuvered through traffic, and he loved him for
being so big and strong and so fucking cool. He wanted to be just like him! He
had to get back in his good graces. He
had to do everything in his power to make this right. Because he loved this! He wanted this! He wanted to be just like Mick the Tick.
When Mick
finally arrived at the scene, he saw Roz still sitting in the bright red Rolls
Royce he purchased for her, as he had instructed her. An older white couple, presumably the owners
of the severely wrecked minivan, was standing beside her car. They looked innocent enough to Mick, like two
middle America people who actually didn’t have a clue, but he still wasn’t
taking any chances. He pulled his gun
from his glove compartment. “Wait here,”
he ordered Gloria and Joey. “Back me
up,” he ordered Teddy.
Teddy pulled
out his gun and stayed at the ready as Mick got out of the car with his own gun
concealed at his side.
When Roz saw
Mick approaching through her rearview mirror, she got out of her car. She would have sooner, because she was pretty
certain the old couple had no hidden agenda, but she obeyed Mick and waited. Now she was relieved to see him. “You got here super-fast,” she said as he
approached her.
“Everybody
okay?” Mick asked, although his entire focus was on Roz.
“We’re
fine,” the woman said.
“Just sorry
it all happened,” said the man.
Mick moved
to the front to see the extent of the damage to the Rolls. It was extensive. Total loss extensive, in his view. “Police called yet?” he asked.
“Well, no,
sir,” the old man said. “We didn’t see
any need for that. Given how it was just
a simple accident. I hit on brakes
because I was about to miss my turn, and the young lady here simply couldn’t
stop in time. It’s my fault entirely.”
When Mick
heard those words, he stared into that man’s eyes. He wasn’t buying what he was selling. In Mick’s world, only a fool would admit
guilt when he was the one rear-ended. This man didn’t look like a fool to Mick.
He moved up
to the man, placed his gun in the man’s gut, and placed his hand around the
man’s neck. Roz was stunned.
“Who paid
you?” Mick asked the man.
“What are you
doing?” the man’s wife asked, astounded too. But even Roz could see a change in her look too.
Teddy,
behind them, got out of the Mick’s car and began looking around for any ambush
activity. But he wasn’t needed. Mick’s men, who had been ordered to the
scene, arrived in an SUV. They arrived
five men deep, led by Mick’s best enforcers: Danny Padrone and Angelo
Jovanni. All five got out.
“Frisk him,”
Mick said to Angelo.
Angelo
patted the driver down. “He’s clean,
boss,” he said.
“Tell me who
paid you,” Mick said, “or I will splatter your brains right
Roz again. Roz again! But he didn’t hesitate. He was off to the races too.
CHAPTER SIX
They jumped
into their father’s four-seater Maserati and had barely closed the door when
Mick put pedal to the medal and sped off. The pure power sound of that revved up engine caused the valets to smile
and shake their head as the car sped away from the restaurant. When it made it onto the street, it completed
a fast U-turn, and then flew.
Gloria and
Joey sat in the backseat, while Teddy sat up front with their father, and all
three held on for dear life. Their
father might have been dressed conservatively in his expensive business suit,
but he was changing gears like an all-pro racer. Zoom! the car went. Za-zoom ! it went some more. And Mick was turning corners and going around curves as if he lived for
this shit.
And Joey,
who wanted to live for this kind of adrenalin rush too, was elated. He loved it! He looked at his father, at his big biceps so muscle-tight even through
that suit coat, at the way he maneuvered through traffic, and he loved him for
being so big and strong and so fucking cool. He wanted to be just like him! He
had to get back in his good graces. He
had to do everything in his power to make this right. Because he loved this! He wanted this! He wanted to be just like Mick the Tick.
When Mick
finally arrived at the scene, he saw Roz still sitting in the bright red Rolls
Royce he purchased for her, as he had instructed her. An older white couple, presumably the owners
of the severely wrecked minivan, was standing beside her car. They looked innocent enough to Mick, like two
middle America people who actually didn’t have a clue, but he still wasn’t
taking any chances. He pulled his gun
from his glove compartment. “Wait here,”
he ordered Gloria and Joey. “Back me
up,” he ordered Teddy.
Teddy pulled
out his gun and stayed at the ready as Mick got out of the car with his own gun
concealed at his side.
When Roz saw
Mick approaching through her rearview mirror, she got out of her car. She would have sooner, because she was pretty
certain the old couple had no hidden agenda, but she obeyed Mick and waited. Now she was relieved to see him. “You got here super-fast,” she said as he
approached her.
“Everybody
okay?” Mick asked, although his entire focus was on Roz.
“We’re
fine,” the woman said.
“Just sorry
it all happened,” said the man.
Mick moved
to the front to see the extent of the damage to the Rolls. It was extensive. Total loss extensive, in his view. “Police called yet?” he asked.
“Well, no,
sir,” the old man said. “We didn’t see
any need for that. Given how it was just
a simple accident. I hit on brakes
because I was about to miss my turn, and the young lady here simply couldn’t
stop in time. It’s my fault entirely.”
When Mick
heard those words, he stared into that man’s eyes. He wasn’t buying what he was selling. In Mick’s world, only a fool would admit
guilt when he was the one rear-ended. This man didn’t look like a fool to Mick.
He moved up
to the man, placed his gun in the man’s gut, and placed his hand around the
man’s neck. Roz was stunned.
“Who paid
you?” Mick asked the man.
“What are you
doing?” the man’s wife asked, astounded too. But even Roz could see a change in her look too.
Teddy,
behind them, got out of the Mick’s car and began looking around for any ambush
activity. But he wasn’t needed. Mick’s men, who had been ordered to the
scene, arrived in an SUV. They arrived
five men deep, led by Mick’s best enforcers: Danny Padrone and Angelo
Jovanni. All five got out.
“Frisk him,”
Mick said to Angelo.
Angelo
patted the driver down. “He’s clean,
boss,” he said.
“Tell me who
paid you,” Mick said, “or I will splatter your brains right
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