“Shit!”
“Let’s get in the car, get ready to get out of here.”
Tony and Tommy turned. The second their backs were turned the storm of bullets started. They hopped in the truck and slammed the doors. When they looked out from behind the window Vincent had collapsed to his knees.
Ricky swayed and swayed and collapsed.
Walking nonchalantly by Rick, he went to Vincent. He pointed the gun at Vincent’s head. Vincent was crying, sobbing, and they couldn’t hear it but he called out to God. God, no! God, please!
Quickly Vincent made an ill-planned deal with the devil as the gun that had just killed his best friend was pressed against his temple.
Vincent was kicked and kicked, pulled to his feet, punched and punched, hit in the head with the gun and again, but that wasn’t what hurt most. When he was released on the condition of his promise to work something out to move the product allotted to them, he ran to the truck and while Vincent ran his partner loaded Ricky’s dead body with lead.
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