A/N: Promised another chapter to make up for lost time. Of course, confrontation time. You all know what this means!
Random note: Inspiration by "45" by Shinedown.
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I can be absolutely amazed every night at how some people leave their tables. It's not much to just pile them up for me, is it? Or to at least let me know you spilled something in your seat? Ugh.
Sorry, just a rant.
But this was what I was thinking about when Nick showed up. I knew it was him from the signal Collins gave me from the corner. Nick was the exact height that Max was, but slightly bulkier, with darker hair. He looked like the kind of guy we needed to take out someone. I vaguely wondered if he did this professionally.
While I was drifting in my thoughts, Patrick, my co-worker and fellow band-player, nudged me and said, "Hey man, Gavin wants those dishes now."
"Yeah," I said absentmindedly. "He'll get them."
"Hey, you okay?"
I glanced over at Mimi and Max's table. "I'll let you know." I ran off to the kitchen with the dishes. Gavin gave me a nasty glance for my tardiness, but he was the least of my worries. I returned to the dining room just in time to see Nick pull out a .45 and aim it for Max's head, saying some things I couldn't quite hear, for by this time, there were a few panicked people screaming.
I shot a look to Mark, and he nodded as a signal. I knew: as soon as it was over, we would be able to get Mimi. I was almost excited—but killing Max? I felt slightly guilty.
He deserves it. He's a rapist, among other horrible things.
But death? Life is so short.
You know what trouble this man brings.
Mark will cover this in his Buzzline report.
Shut up! I cried to my head. Last thing I needed was all this panic in my own head. Cooks from the kitchen ran out to see what was causing the chaos and stopped right behind me.
The whole room seemed to be in limbo. On the one hand, people seemed to be running out like chickens with their heads cut off, and on the other, those who worked at the restaurant were as still as statues, just waiting for…something…to happen.
Blurry and still, all at the same time. It was the perfect chaos. Heh, Mark would like that thought.
Absolute madness.
Nick laughed harshly, then pulled the trigger, killing the man that ruined the life of the woman I love.
