"Grabbing your piece Johnny." In one move I've got his gun pointed at this fucker's head. He looks up wide eyed and finally stills ending the struggle. "Keep your hand on his mouth and grab the gun."
The guy’s eyes dart from me to Johnny. I can tell he's figuring out that he's going to die right about now. He loosens his grip on the gun and starts shaking his head and screaming something through Johnny's hand. It's not help like I expected it to be. Even if he could scream out for help. No ones coming for him. I've had this suite for years. This wouldn't be the first time some chump thought he'd just kill me instead of paying his debt.
His muffled voice utters a sound that gets my attention. "Johnny, let the fucker talk."
Johnny looks up at me with sweat covering his brow from the struggle. His face is red and he's still breathing like he's run a mile. I jerk my head to the table by the door, "get mine; I wanna switch."
Johnny rises slowly, grabbing the bastard's gun and walks to the door calmly, straightening out his jacket and tucking his shirt back in. I watch him from the corner of my eyes but my focus is on this skinny fuck looking straight into the barrel of the gun I've got pointed right between his eyes.
"Last words?" I ask gripping the trigger more than I really should. I shouldn't kill him here. Not with Johnny's gun. This fucker brought one with a silencer though. So it's his funeral. And I'll have to fix the flooring. But I bought extra wood the last time I remodeled. For this very fucking reason.
"De Luca sent me." He spits the words out with terrified eyes. I smirk at him. Yeah that’s what I thought he said. I don’t want to kill him with this gun anyway. So he can talk a bit more. Maybe I’ll learn something new.
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” I ask him, switching guns with Johnny and motioning for him to give me this fuckers gun. How damn sweet is that? He comes to kill me; I unload his gun in his head. Seems fair enough to me. The only thing that’s unfair is that I’ll have to rip out some of the hardwood flooring and replace it.
The scrawny prick is crying his eyes out. The smell of urine hits me and I look back at him with disgust. Did De Luca really think he’d get rid of me with this little piece of shit. I squat down to see him better and to put the gun closer to his head. I take a good look at his face and then settle to just reach into his pants for his wallet. I toss it at Johnny, not looking. Although this punk is young and scared for his life, but I don’t underestimate anyone. Not now, not ever. You never know when someone might surprise you. And I don’t fucking like surprises.
Not like that nice piece of ass today. She was a welcomed surprise. My dick starts getting all fucking excited thinking about being in that hot pussy again. Fuck. Now is not the time to let my mind go there. Although it does make me wanna end this shit sooner rather than later.
“De Luca’s pissed about the territory, he wants all yous dead.”
“All yous?”
“You need to learn to speak properly, Mr.?” I ask him, but not really. I know Johnny’s gonna answer and he does.
“Marco, Marco Bryant. Twenty three and an organ donor.” Johnny’s confident voice rings out from behind me and ends with a snort. Yeah, these organs are getting donated. I see him pocketing the wallet as I nod my head. Bryant. Just like I thought, he’s not full blood. No way De Luca gives a fuck about him.
“So Marco. You need to get your shit together. You think De Luca was really giving you a chance?” Marco starts trembling beneath me and widens his eyes. He doesn’t know how to answer. Fuck I wanna roll my eyes at this prick. But I don’t take chances.
“Don’t answer; I don’t really give a fuck.” I push the barrel of the gun between his eyes and ask, “you got anything else for me?”
“I’ll give you everything!” His eyes are darting between me and Johnny and his face is sweating like he’s stranded in a desert in July. Or like he’s about to lose his life. I can practically hear his heart pounding in his chest.
“Everything?” I ask with a smirk. He’s got nothing that I want. I’ve got more money than I know what to do with it. Unless he’s got that chick’s number, there’s nothing I want from him.
“I’ve got a house on south side and 40 K that’s-” I pull the trigger before he can finish. I miss the bang of the bullet, but it’s better this way. Nice and quiet. I get up quick so I don’t get any blood on my suit.
“Grab the list and see if he was one of the drop offs. If not this is gonna be one long fucking day.” I head over the bar and finally get my gun positioned right where I like it. That’s better.