Two Boxes Of Bullets
"I have proof you killed Abruzzi." The tall dark lean muscled man sneers through tightly clenched teeth. "And you won't get away this time, Manoso."
He takes a step closer to the tall dark still silhouette, his movie star handsome face contorted. The contempt and resentment in his chocolate-colored eyes are as chill as the midnight autumn wind. "I have given you enough warnings. I have warned you to stay away from Stephanie. I have told you to stay out of my business. But you are just too stupid to listen, aren't you?" He narrows his eyes, balls his fists, and almost bares his teeth. He can feel the rush of adrenaline through his body. Yes, he's all too ready to close in for the kill, but he wants to take his time and prolong the suffering. He wants to tease and to torment his arrogant and unwelcome challenger. He wants to bring that crazy mercenary down to his knees. He wants to make the goddamn Cuban bastard to taste fear and admit defeat.
"You see, I have it all planned. All I have to is snap my fingers and you will be squashed like a bug." He grants the silent man a generous smile. He feels like a hunter on a safari aiming his gun at a rabid lion. He knows he's doing the whole fucking society a service. In no time at all the streets of Trenton will be safer. The ex-military thugs and ex-gangsters won't last long without their sly shady leader. And his on-and-off blue-eyed wild-haired girlfriend will crawl back to his bed and finally know her rightful place and learn her lesson.
"But I am a good decent man. And tonight, I am feeling generous." His smile grows into a smirk. A sense of victory swells up and swirls within his chest. He looks straight into those cold dark brown eyes and for the very first time feels no fear. Oh yes, he's got the upper hand. He's the one who's calling the shots here. And soon he will get what he wants and become the sole winner of this endless game. "Get your ass out of Trenton and don't ever come back. You've got 1 day to pack and leave. Keep your dirty paws to yourself and erase yourself from Stephanie's life. If I find out that you get in touch with Stephanie by any means, I'll—"
He didn't get the chance to finish the sentence. He might or might not feel the slicing burning pain in his head and chest as the 2 bullets shot through his heart and brain. He didn't even have time to widen his eyes. He just staggered backward, fell to the ground, and then died without a sound. He had been a bossy cocky police detective for too long. He had crossed a line that should never be crossed. He had been blinded by his anger, frustration, and desire. He had forged the evidence and planned to plant it on his cold-blooded, calculating, manipulating, invincible opponent.
And he had also forgotten who he was dealing with.
Several tall muscular men step out of the darkness and start cleaning up the scene. The calm silent tall dark handsome drops his gun in a bag and hands it to one of his men. He's not only their boss but also their brother and friend. They are all perfectly trained and expertly experienced. They leave no trace behind. They have been through Hell together. They have saved each other's sanity and live for countless times. They don't appreciate to be treated like trash or threatened. They happen to know just the perfect spot to dump a dead man. And yes, he will never be found.
Their leader's cell phone vibrates. He knows who's calling at this hour. He knows she gets lonely whenever he's late. He knows she just wants to hear his voice. He knows soon she'll hung up, let out a sigh, and bites her lip. He smiles and holds the phone to his ear.
"Babe," He softly says.
