“What are you talking about?” Roger scoffed. “Come on.”
“No,” Mickey hissed with a sudden surge of anger, his rage breaking free. He couldn’t keep calm now, and he glared at Roger. “I should have been here! Salvatore was here. He fuckin’ did this. I should have been here to keep him safe!”
“How the fuck could you have known?”
“I should have killed him at the fuckin’ club. I should have fuckin’ blown him away at the fuckin’ plant. He got away from me.Again.”
Roger tried to reach for him again. “Get a grip, Mickey! Let’s go!”
“Get the fuck away from me!” Mickey roared, pushing Roger away. “It’s you! If I hadn’t been fucking around with you, I would have been here!”
“Oh, what?” Roger threw up his hands. “So, now it’s my fault? Fuck you, Mickey!”
“If I hadn’t been fuckin’ around with you, he might still be alive!”
“What in the actual fuck are you talking about?” Roger stared at Mickey in bewilderment. “Are you hearing yourself right now? If those Luchesi motherfuckers were planning to kill him tonight, it wouldn’t make a fuck if you were here or not!”
“But I was supposed to be, I was supposed—”
“Mickey! For fuck’s sake!” Roger grabbed his shoulders and wouldn’t let go. “If we hadn’t been late, they might have killed us too!”
“Bullshit!”
“Someone knew we were fucking coming here, they would have been expecting us, and this was…” Roger trailed off when sirens started to wail outside. “Ah,shit.”
Shit was right.
“The back door. Now.” Mickey squashed down his rage and ran as fast as he could. He burst through the door, and he didn’t stop running until he and Roger were on the other side of the block.
“Duncan’s car!” Roger panted. “We’re just gonna leave it?”
“Fuck it! I’ll buy him a new one!”
“Idiot!” Roger snapped. “They’re gonna find our prints all over it!”
“And inside the church!” Mickey scolded. “Use your head. They’re gonna be looking for both of us either way!”
“Fuck!”
“Shut the fuck up.” Mickey turned and began walking down the sidewalk, struggling to maintain a casual pace. He didn’t want to draw any unwanted attention, and they had to get back to Alistair’s house as soon as possible.
“I was just trying to help!” Roger argued. “You just killed the shit out of like five guys! One doesn’t have a fuckin’ face now! Did you forget that part? Making that guy’s face disappear? Forgive me for being a little tiny bit concerned!”
“Keep your fuckin’ voice down, you fuckin’ idiot! Do you want everybody in the city to know we’re fleeing a fuckin’ crime scene?”
“Fine! Whatever!” Roger did make an effort to lower his voice, and he grumbled, “God, you are such an asshole.”
“Shut it.”
“No, not until you fuckin’ apologize to me.”
“Are you serious right now?” Mickey groaned.
“Apologize.”
“Fuck you.”
“No, fuck you!” Roger spat. “I’m real fuckin’ sorry your grandpa is dead, but it’s not my fault! You can be mad at God, Salvatore, and everybody else, I don’t care! But don’t you dare take this out on me!”
