Ally's Revenge (Part 1 complete, Part 2 in progress)

Chapter 9

I pull out my SIG .357, screw on the silencer, and replace the clip with the rubber bullets clip. I count to five, giving him another chance to wake up under the cold water. One breath in, Two aim...how about upper thigh, Three steady, Four release half the breath, Five...POP POP!

This has the desired effect. He bolts up and screams "AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!"

"WHAT THE FUUUCCCKKKK!!!!???!!!" Luke yells, eyes wild, and out of focus. He looks at his thigh, probably checking for blood or an entry wound. After a minute or so of this, his eyes focus on me.

"What the fuck Damien? You shot me!?!"

Taking advantage of the shock and pain, I jump right into questioning. "What exactly is this job you have pulled me into?"

"What?"

"WHAT. EXACTLY. IS. THE. FUCILE. JOB?"

Luke begins to laugh. Not a 'Oh that's so funny' laugh, more like a 'you are a moron' chuckle. "The "JOB" is Ally, just like I told you. She has something they need and she is in their way."

"I swear to God and everything else in the world, Luke, if you don't tell me exactly what's going on I'll shoot you in the fucking head and leave you in this tub to rot."

"There's some case she's working on that she doesn't need to be working on."

"You're not making sense and my patience is running out. Who else is trying to collect on this so called job?"

"How the fuck do I know?"

Luke tries to stand up and falls back in the tub, ripping the dingy shower curtain down in the process. Either he is obviously still drunk or maybe he actually lost his balance in the slippery tub. Regardless, my patience is gone.

POP! One more shot to the same thigh just for the hell of it.

"FFUUUCCCKKK YYOOOOUUUU!!!!"

"We can do this all day; I have two more clips full of these..." I say as I put my SIG in his face. He is covered in sweat, and is breathing very fast and shallow. I know that inflicting pain is the best way to get answers from a reluctant prisoner, and I have the scars to back up this knowledge.

"All I know is there's a contract on her head, dead or alive, but we have to get her to let us in her lab and destroy any evidence from some big case she's working on. That's it, that all I know."

"And Steven knows this, too?"

"No."

"How the hell did you expect to get all this done without properly communicating the specifics of the job?"

"Oh, watch out! Damien is using big words! It's my job, I don't have to tell you shit. I found the job, I set it up, and I don't need you. You think I can't do this on my own? I brought you in on it because Steven said you could use the distraction. I should have known you'd fall for her and fuck it up. You even took her out to dinner for Christ sake! I could have shot you both in the parking lot and..."

"I knew you were there, a blind man could have seen you trying to sneak up on us. Listen, Luke... I'm calling the job off. You let the Fucile's know to call their men off, no more trackers..."

"What do you mean call their men off? This is my job, I set it up, I..." he says as he again tries to stand up. His thigh is already swelling and showing three gigantic bruises. I stick my hand out to help him up while keeping my gun on him. Luke has an awful temper and the years we've been like brothers doesn't mean anything when money is involved.

"We aren't the only ones, that's what I mean. After she left the bar on Thursday night I chased a man off her property, she was attacked at work yesterday afternoon and someone broke into her house last night. So, either there's something you're not telling me, or they've put a hit out on her and were now in competition with every gun toting son of a bitch on the east coast."

"Shit man, I had no idea, really. Antonio said he wanted us to take care of it since we were local."

"Call him and tell him to set up a face to face, here in Florida, as soon as possible. I will bring her in, alive."

"You know they won't leave Jersey..."

"Just set it up. Call me when you know a date and time. I'm going to keep an eye on her and I don't want to see you, or Steven, again until the meeting. I can't keep her safe if I'm having to worry about what you two morons are up to." I lay his gun back on the nightstand and leave him limping around the room.

The sun has now made a full appearance but the prostitutes have disappeared, for the moment. I sit in my sedan and think about what he said. I can't tell if he was genuinely surprised to find out there were others trying to collect on Ally or if he's simply becoming a better actor.

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