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levi
“Wallace…Iswear to God, you die on me, man, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you again.Don’t.”
I don’t want to.
Definitely haven’t done or said everything I’ve wanted to. I’m way past having my fair amount of unfinished business. Feelings I’ve kept bottled and locked away that haven’t been littered with bullet holes and pain inside my chest.
To the one person who needs to know them all.
They haven’t been made known to the one person who needs to know them all.
My lungs demand air as I lie flat on my back underneath the unforgiving concrete. It hurts to breathe, and I can’t think straight when Juice and Hot Rod keep bitching about whether they should move me or not.
“I’mhere,” Hot Rod snaps, a bit frantically, alluding to my condition. I must look how I feel, which isn’twell. “You’renot. And you’ve got two fuckin’ minutes, or I’m going to put you in a body bag and bury you in it.Alive,Dino.”
“You’ve got this,” I hear Juice mutter close at my side, and I better not be of fuckin’ sound mind because I think he’s actually running his fingers lightly through my fucking hair. “Hang in there for me, man. You don’t have options?—”
“Fuckkkk!” I hear rubber and loose cement being shuffled around. “Wildes, get by that car! They’re rollin’ back!”
What a pair of balls, that one.
Torin fucking Wildes.
Who the fuck thought he’d be my so-called hero in this scenario?
The dumbass jumped out in front of me, mid-unloading of an Uzi clip from some dude hanging out of an Oldsmobile that got me the first time, and I know he took a shot.
He’s still moving, though, so maybe not.
I hear the familiar sound of bullets on metal in rapid succession. However, my mind stays on the dude I’ve tried to murder a dozen times over the years.
Yep, still hate him.
And I think he busted my skull open. I have him to thank for being shoved to the ground after he shoved me out of the way.
Now, I’m paralyzed in discomfort, unable to move or breathe properly, and I can’t even open my eyes.
I kinda don’t want to.
I’m trying to sort this all out in my head.
I’m not exactly sure what De Leon thought he was gonna do if he did murder me and Wildes, but he definitely started a war. It makes me wonder what kind of backing he has because the dipshit can’t be this stupid to be doing it all by himself.
All I need to do is find him standing stillone timewith a dozen of The Nameless, and he’s finished.
Like you haven’t done that before? They all failed. He’s a bitch who hides underground for months at a time.
“How much longer, motherfucker? I got a man dying here on the fuckin’ street.”
Obviously, Hot Rod is stressed, champing at the bit for the help he’s called for. Nothing or no one would ever be able to move fast enough in a situation like this, but we’ve been through similar shit before.
Mind you,hewas the motherfucker on the ground, andIwas the one bitching on the other side of a cell phone. Though, I wouldn’t trade places with him. Whatever and wherever that led hit me, it’s slowly beginning to make shit go black around the edges of my mind.
They know what to do if this shit goes south.
That’s what I keep telling myself as I try my best to get enough air to fully satisfy my lungs. My wishes and will—verbally, of course—have already been given to Juice and Hot Rod in case something like this took place. I’m not naive enough to think I don’t always have a target on my head.
