“Don’t fail me again, or you’ll be the one catching my next bullet,” Leon says, and then walks away. Two other MC members walk in after.
This is surreal. Bad Blood is breathing heavily. I can see his chest going up and down fast. I just learned two important things.
Jorge was telling the truth, about the hardware he sold to Leon. And Leon is crazier than we thought. Bad Blood didn’t flinch after he killed a patch member in front of him. I gotta tell Bruno about this. I grab my phone and dial Bruno’s.
It’s ringing.
Come on cuz, pick up.
“Get someone to clean this up and get a hold of Chop. I want to know what’s going on over there,” Bad Blood says.
I dial Bruno’s again.
It’s ringing.
What’s taking you so long…
I hear the chain behind me move slightly.
Fuck, someone’s on to me.
I turn around and everything turns black.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Oh, sweet Muay Thai.
Bruno
My eyes are open, but I can barely see anything. My ears are intact, but I can only hear a constant ringing noise. My legs are responsive, but I can’t standstill. All of it is to be expected after an explosion.
Wait, an explosion?
Fuck.
Where’s Sarah?I turn to my right. There she is, in the tub. She looks frightened.
Right, explosion.
Focus, Bruno. I signal her to stay down and quiet.
Someone’s coming, I can hear the heavy steps.
Good fucking timing to be naked.
I’m waiting for him in the bathroom. I see his weapon coming forward. I duck and sprint towards the door. I push my body against his torso. He can’t shoot me like this.
“AAAAHHHH!” I yell while pushing him towards the wall. We hit it. Correction— he hits it. I throw a right hook that connects my knuckles with his face. I dodge his left hand and throw my knee against his ribcage. Oh, sweet Muay Thai, I think after that knee hit. He bends to his knees after that.
I gotcha, you son of a bitch.
Before I can throw a knockout blow at him, a round snaps next to my right ear and hits the wall.
There are two of these assholes?
I jump to my right and take cover behind the bed. He keeps firing at me. I grab the bedside lamp and throw it at him. He dodges while still shooting, I hear a click.
He’s fucking empty.
